get ya guns out bitchez
Cora's POV:
He led me up another flight of beautiful stairs. "Okay, this is where you'll be staying." He announced.
He opened a pair of gigantic doors to a massive bedroom. "Oh my god, is this mine?" I gasped in awe. "No its my room." He said with a straight face.
fucking dream crusher.
"Why are you showing me you room, where's mine?" I crossed my arms in front of my chest.
"This is your room." A smirk took over his face.
Oh please mother mary fucking son of jesus christ
tell me he's lying
"Please tell me your lying." I cringed.
"Oh no, i'm not."
"I-" I got interrupted.
He grabbed my arm, dragged me inside and pushed me onto the bed.
"Ouch what the fuck, you bipolar shit." I spat at him.
He looked serious now.
fear consumed my eyes.
"Pensavi davvero che avessi qualcosa per te?" He brought his lips close, underneath my ear on my neck. (You really thought i had something for you?)
My eyes widened.
"I have nothing for you." He spat in my face.
My heart dropped.
"I just needed to get something out of you, and it's done." He smirked, eyeing me up and down.
My eyes started stinging at the feeling of tears forming. "What are you talking about?" My voice was shaky and my throat, tight.
His face roamed my neck.
"Ah, don't worry about it." He gruffed. His cool breath roamed over my face.
I tried getting up from the bed but he pulled me back down. Tears streamed my face as i tried not to bawl.
"Your fucking staying here, in this house." He gritted his teeth.
His grip loosened on my hand and as soon as i got the chance, i headed out the door, sobbing my heart out.
I ran through the hallways, the cool wind pushing against my weak body.
His stinging words repeatedly rang in my ears.
'I just needed to get something out of you, and it's done'
My footsteps were quiet but heavy, sprinting as fast as they could to go somewhere... anywhere.
I didn't know where i was going. It was as if i was rowing away from a ghost that was chasing me, struggling to swallow a still beating heart.
I felt a random door give way to my piercing body. It looked like a garage.
The cool air sent goosebumps up my arms. Darkness of the room absorbed my now numb self. I slid behind a stack of large boxes, making sure not to be heard. My mind felt numb, my body nauseous.
"I have no one." I curled up in a ball and whispered to myself.
"I HAVE NO ONE!" I yelled, my heat cracking a little while my throat released all its hold.
Fresh new tears for a new person were rushing bright out of my eyes. "Why am I always used?" I wept raising my arms up over my head.
Body shaking sobs consumed me, each coming in a wave, and with every sob i let out a low whimper, struggling to stop my shaking hands.
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ActionMichael Russo is the most powerful, feared man in the world. With a deep hatred for the Russians and Mexicans his family has had for generations, at a young age he learns to come back at them after what they've done to his loved ones. On his way, he...
