Bailey's pov

I wake up on the living room floor in my own blood again in the same place my so-called father left me after another beating. At least it wasn't that bad this time.

I slowly lift myself off the cold wooden floor and struggle up the stairs. I walk through my busted room door and put a chair up against it in case he comes back while being in the shower. I walk into my bathroom avoiding looking in the mirror knowing I won't like what I see.

I strip my clothes off and I hop in I clean myself and my hair quickly not knowing when he will be back knowing he won't like me using all his water.

I get out and hear the front door burst open. I hurry and put my clothes on.

my dad starts pounding on my door. I hurry to put on my top before I move the chair and I walk out of my room.

as soon as am out my bedroom door my father lifts his right hand with a clear vodka bottle in it and hits me around the back of my head with it.

I fall to the floor clutching my head with crimson-colored liquid dripping from it.

"pack your shit bitch where moving thanks to that fuck up you made" he spits at me.

Let me fill you on what he means I got partnered with some kid for a project for school and he thought I had made a friend witch is against his rules you see I can't have any friends in case they find out what happened behind closed doors.

I hurry up off the floor and go into my room I pack up my other top and my other pair of jeans and my school bag with a thin blanket in a box.

then I start packing up the rest of the house being used to this now every time someone gets suspicious of what my dad does we move and somehow it is always my fault I mean if he didn't beat me we won't have this problem now, would we?

I finish packing up and put everything in the truck when am done my dad walks out of the house and walks past me to get to the driver's side but not before slamming me into the car door.

I get in the back and lie down letting sleep take over me waiting to wake up in a new town.

Leon's pov

I wake up next to one of my sluts Samantha I can't stand her usually but she's a good fuck and the rest of the bitchs I sleep with were busy.

Samantha is a blonde head bimbo with a cake face honestly the only time she looks decent is when she is on her knees with my dick in her mouth and she can't talk and squeal like a pig with that high pit annoying voice of hers.

I go to wake her up and throw her out wondering why the fuck she is still here but my phone rings I look at the caller id to see it's my best friend and second in commander brody I quickly answer the phone to see why he is calling me.

(Leon/brody)

"what" I growl through the phone how dare he disturbs my beauty sleep.

"boss we have a problem"

"well what is it "

"caught the mole but we can't get a word out of him and says he will only speak to you"

"ah fine I will be there in an hour make sure everything is ready when I get there"

"yes boss"

I put the phone down and go to stand up but the next thing I know is Samantha is on top of me straddling my hips.

"baby" she purred in a disgusting voice while dragging her fingers up and down my abs "what are you doing I thought you would want to stay and play a little" she winked ew.

"get off me slut" I growled out while grabbing her hand and moving it off my abs

she giggled "why don't you make me," she said biting down on her lip trying to look sexy when really it just repulsed me.

"alright if that what you want," I say as I move my hand to her hips and pick her up, and threw her on the floor with a thud.

"don't ever put your hands on me again you tramp"

"but baby I thought you loved me" she sat trying to do puppy dog eyes and a pout but she has had that much botox it won't work.

"ha," I chuckle, "you think I love you where'd you get that shit from I just need a good fuck you silly cow," I say as I walk into my bathroom

"you're no different from the rest of the woman I have slept with you are easy slut that I used to satisfy my needs and I will continue to do so and your no going to do shit to stop me now if your not out of my house by the time am out if this shower am going to put your head on my wall"

I shut the bathroom door on her and turn on the shower I get in and wash all the sweet and lipstick marks on my body when I am done I open the bathroom door and samanthe=a is nowhere in sight.

I go in the closet and put on a suit I walked downstairs and see Samanthas panties on my living room couch I walk over pick them up and put them in the bin I don't want my living room to smell like fish

I walk out of my house to my car and drive to the warehouse.

20 minute later

I arrive at my were house where we are keeping the prisoner when I get in the blinding I am greeted by many of my employees on my way to the basement.

when I get down to where we are keeping the mole I see a table with all my different knife chains and torture tools are laid out in front of the basted who decided to betray me.

The mole is sat tied to a cold metal chair which is attached to 4 crocodile clips which lead to an electric system and he will be shocked every time I single him to be.

He lifts his head when he hears the door shut with a sly smirk on his face.

I walk over to the table and pick up one of the knives and held it to the guy's throat.

"who do you work for"

"ha as if I would tell you that do what you will to me you will never break me"

I shrugged my shoulders and stab my knife in the guy's should he screams in pain like a little bitch he is.

I pull the knife from his shoulder "so are you going to tell me what I want to know or should I continue"

"do your worst" he seethes

I stick my fingers in his bloody wound and I twist them he cries out in pain I take my fingers out of the wound and lick his blood off my fingers.

I pick up one of the chains off the table and untie them and I rap the chain round his hands and attach them to the meat hook above our heads and I start to snap each one of his fingers.

by the time I had got to the 10 fingers, he was in tears begging me not to continue but I snapped it in two I could listen to the snapping of fingers all-day.

"so you gonna tell me who you are yet or should I continue"

he looks me in the eyes and spits at me "alright have it your way" I walk back over to the table I pick up an electric shock collar I tighten it around his back just enough so he can still breathe.

I pick up some brass knuckles off the table I smash my hand into his nose blood drips down his face onto the floor.

"'mmm making quite the mess aren't we. you are gonna clean that up when done with you up here"

pull my phone out of my pocket and I turn the collar on any time he makes a sound nose it will immediately shock him for about 15 seconds.

I start to punch him in the stomach for a while and the collar goes off a few times I step back to admire my handy work but the dirty bastes throws up so I do what any normal person would.

I untie him and make him get down on all four and say "what did I tell you about making a mess now were going to clean it up so lick it up bitch"

"W.What" he coughs out.

"am sorry was I not clear enough for you" I lean in towards his ear and say "lick.it.up"

"I.i.I can't I will tell you whatever you want just please I beg up don't make me lick that up"

after that, he told me everything I needed to know once he was done spilling his guts to me I grabbed my gun from the table.

"well it was fun talking to you but sadly your time here is up"

I pointed the gun in between his eyes and shot him I send some men in to clean the mess up on my way out and I head to my office to finish some paperwork and sort out the drug shipments

baileys pov

I wake up flying into the front seats of the cars I rub my head and slowly sit up on the car floor my dad comes round to my side of the car and opens the floor he grabs my foot and pulls me out of the truck on to the concrete floor and walks away into the new house.

I get up and start grabbing the boxes from the back of the truck and start putting them in the house.

once all the boxes are in the house I grab the lawn chair my dad sits on and put it in the living room for him to sit down he shoves me out the way and sits in it with a beer in hid and I go upstairs and start to make his bed then I come back down and start to put everything in is propper places.

my father stands up I flinch back waiting for the blow but instead, he hands me a £50 and tells me to get his dinner and to get him more beer I rush out of the house and try to find the nearest shop.

as I was walking to the shop the sun started to go down and it got darker and darker I decided to walk down an ally hoping I would come out near a shop or something but to no avail I wander around for a while un till I see I shop I go in buy what I need and come out

when I come out I find its raining and all am wearing is a tee shirt and jeans not that I could do much even if I knew it was raining.

it's not like I own a jumper or hoodie in my dad's works I can freeze for all he cares.

I walk out of the shop into the rain I start walking trying to find my way home.

Leon pov

I leave the office and find it raining I get in my car and I start driving home.

on my way, I see a girl walking in the rain with several carrier bags I can't in all good consciousness leave her to walk home in the rain I may be evil but am not that evil.

I stop my car next to the girl and honk the horn I roll down my window and she turns around when she turns around I am gobsmacked at how beautiful she is her eyes are forest green and her hair is a long jet black and stops at her waist at that moment I decide she will be mine.

I stop staring and shout through the rain "hey do you need a lift"

she thinks about it for a minute and nods her head I get out and go to grab some bags of her and help put them in the back of the car but she flinches away I move away and open the door instead she puts her bags in the back I open the door for her and shut it when she id in I run the side of the drive and starts to drive again.

"So what's your name flower"

she looks up and points to her throat and shrugged.

"what," I say she makes a writing motion with her hand on paper and pen I reach in the glove box and hand it to her and she writes down something and hands it to me.

'am mute and the names bailey smith'

I look at her and she gives me a weak smile

"well am Leon and were to flower" I hand her the paper and pan again and she scribbles down an address.

I look at her and I can't help but notice she has a black eye and several cuts and bruises going up and down her arm and on the side of her head.

before I can ask any question I find we are already outside of a worn-down house I stop the car and she hands me the paper once more before getting out before I can even read the note.

she grabs her bags and runs up the driveway I open the note to see what is say and it said thank you with a smiley face.

once I see she is in the house I drive home and call one of my men to find out as much as they can about bailey and to have her report on my desk in the morning waiting for me.

after I am finished on the phone I order some food and while I wait I go for a shower I strip off my clothes and get in I clean myself and by the time am out and dress my food is here.

I hoover it down and go to bed thinking of my flower.

baileys pov

as soon as Leon stopped his car I hand him the piece of pepper with a thank you on it and I flee I grab my shopping and rin the front door I am pulling by a hand as soon as I reach the door.

"who was that you bitch"

I start to shake in fear as a hand collides with my left cheek

"I said who was that you bitch we haven't even been here for 2 minutes and you're already sleeping around" he roared in my face.

I throw me to the ground and kick me in the ribs a few time before walking away and telling me to make him dinner.

I get up and put the shopping away before I start his dinner I make him food and put it on the cardboard box in from of his seat and wait to be told which is my bedroom.

"good news bitch this house has a basement and that's where you will be sleeping" he laughs as I walk down the basement stair with my box of things I set it on the counter and pull out an old dirty blanket and curl up in the centre letting sleep wash over me.

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