𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 // 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐄𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡

38 ⋆ 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝

billies POV

"look at me"

brandon holds my chin tightly and turns my head so i can face him eye to eye. i shove his hand off of my face but he puts it right back firmly, making my head jerk back against the wall.

"what?" i ask from behind my gritted teeth. i stare dead into his eyes as i started to go right to the place i hated the most

being under his control

"i need a favor" he says casually as always, his lips curl up into a cocky grin that just shows part of his teeth. his teeth that i wanted to knock out of their place with everything inside me.

"what do you want brandon?" i say, he moves his hands to grasp my shoulders in preparation of his next words.

"there's more money. i need you to get it" he speaks lowly.

"you've gotta be fucking with me" i say with a laugh as i try and walk past him but as soon as i move he slams my shoulders right back to the wall.

my back hits it hard and he squeezes the sides of my arms tightly, i start to feel weak in my knees when he lowers himself to my level to talk.

"i wasn't fucking asking you i was telling you" he says holding me against the cold wall, i just did what i do best...

shut up a take whatever happens next.

"there's more money, mine. and your gonna go get it for me"

"i'm not home brandon, which means i'm not doing anything. so fuck off with that-" i start but he cuts me off quickly.

"you have your month off in three weeks. your gonna get my shit, aight?" he tells me sternly while never giving up pressure on my arms.

i strongly remember the last time i got anything for him i almost got drugged up and sex trafficked.

and he thinks i'm going back for him? no fucking way.

i take a breathe and finally move my eyes to his after staring at the wall behind us.

"no" i answer bluntly as i stare up at him. "i'm not doing it again. i can't. your fucking insane"

for a moment he takes his time to observe me, but then his inhuman chuckle comes back and he reaches behind himself and into his back pocket.

in a quick movement i feel a blade brush lightly over my neck and i tense up quickly. brandon holds his pocket knife a little too close to my skin.

if i swallowed only a little too hard, i would be on the floor within seconds.

i hold my breath and squeeze my eyes shut tightly as the cold knife brushes my throat, i feel him place his lips close to my ear.

"i'm gonna repeat myself so you can understand better.. i don't know who the fuck your talking to like that but your gonna come back home, get my fucking money and bring it back to me, on time, or you can trust that i won't hesitate to fuck that insolent little mouth you got and slit your throat before you can even swallow my shit... got it?" he says while cornering me and i don't say a word as i feel him putting pressure on the blade and it pushes into my skin a bit

a slight whimper escapes my mouth once and he eases up.

"yeah, whine and cry like a little bitch like you always do" he says backing up from me, and removing his hands slowly, leaving me against the wall and my heart still racing.