The Billionaire's Bargain.

Adriana's Defiance

I didn't care who the man was but I wasn't going to stand there and watch my mother die in front of me. Quick to react, I turned around and picked up a glass bottle that was at the side of the stairs and walked into the living room coming into full view.

"Go to hell!!!" I cursed, managing to get his attention.

Without hesitation, I swung it with all my might aiming for the man who was seated. I could see my mum's eyes widen with shock from my peripheral view as I let go of the bottle. It flew just over my dad's head and was going straight at the man.

In the flash of a second, one of the men who was by his side was in front of him and put his body between him and the bottle. It crashed into his spine shattering into pieces on impact. He fell to a knee and I could see the stare that the man who wielded the gun gave me from over the shoulder of his goon who groaned in pain.

Saying that I was looking into the devil's eyes is an understatement. This man gave me the chills from the cold gaze that he gave me. I gasped slightly as he pushed the goon who had practically saved his life aside. The second guy who was behind him quickly checked up on the first one who seemed hurt could still stand up.

It was like I had struck at a hornet's nest without any kind of plan on what to do afterwards. In front of me was the leader of the group and he was fuming. His nostrils were flaring and I could see him tightening his grip on the gun in his hand. My mother was still kneeling on the floor looking distraught while the men who were holding up my father kept changing glances from me to their leader as if they were expecting him to say something. The one that I had hit was clearly irrate as he was nursing the injury to his back.

The room was dead silent for a moment before my mother screamed at the top of her lungs ,

"Run Adriana! Runnnn!" Her piercing voice bringing me back to reality, I could see the alarmed look on everyone's faces.

Without wasting time, I turned around and scampered across the hall heading towards the back door.

"What are you waiting for? Get her you bastards!" I heard the man shout from behind me followed by loud footsteps approaching me.

My heart raced as the door came to view. I had my hopes up as I got closer to it with every step but they were crushed when I could see the reflection on the glass door. I saw myself and behind me on my tail was one of the men hot on my heels.

Reaching the door, I turned the knob trying to open the door but to no avail. Damn, it was locked and the keys were all the way across the house in the living room where my parents and that monster were in. I was cornered.

Turning around, I was met by the sight of one of the goons who stretched out his hand pinning me to the door with so much force that I thought the glass would break. I could smell his stinky breath as he got closer to me and I could see the malicious intent that he harboured. He was the same goon that I had struck with the bottle and from the look that he gave me, it was clear that he was angry about that.

Relying on my quick thinking, I looked around for something that would help me in this situation.

"You little bitc--" I cut him off as he was just about to spit on my face with a well placed kick to his shin that made him squeal in agony as he fell to his knees. I followed it up with a knee right to the jaw that sent him crashing to the ground as he clutched at it writhing in pain.

I quickly jumped over him thinking of running back upstairs so that I could escape through my bedroom window but as I was about to take a step away from him, I felt something wrap around my ankle making me fall over and nearly hitting my head on the steps.

I turned around and found the same goon firmly grabbing at my leg and he wasn't going to let go. I tried to scramble away from him but he wasn't having any of it. With one hand on my leg and the other on his jaw, I could see he was pissed. This wasn't going to stop me from causing much more damage unless he let me go.

I pulled back my other leg ready to kick him square in the face repeatedly when a shadow came over me and before I could look behind me I felt a tight grip on my hair which was held up in a messy bun.

I howled in agony as the grip got tighter when the perpetrator wrapped my hair around his hand and started to drag me by the hair away from the first guy.

"That's enough!" The man roared as he was dragging me across the hall to the living room. I kicked and tried to punch away his hands so that he could let go of the grip but the more I tried the tighter his grip became. It felt like someone was pouring lava on my head and I couldn't stand it.

I shrieked in pain as he walked with me into the living room and shoved me sending me sliding across the hall into the arms of my mother who held on to me tightly like a newborn baby. At this point, tears were streaming down my face and I could taste some blood on my lips which I assumed was a cut I had sustained when I was tripped over.

Turns out, it was the second goon from their boss's side who had dragged me. Looking at the hallway, I could see the first one limping his way into the living room with a piercing gaze that was hiding his simmering rage. I sneered at him before their bossed sighed deeply making me turn my attention to him.