DESOLATION CHAPTER FOUR

The game of love started as a crime.

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His back fell against the mattress, her sweat covered naked body still hovering over his as they tried to regain their breaths.

She pressed lightly against his shoulders before rolling off of him and hitting the bed sheets herself.

Troy swallowed, resting himself up on his forearms, he glanced at her, "You can't tell anyone that I don't... you know."

The brunette frowned, "You don't what?"

"You... know."

She raised an eyebrow, still not getting the gist of what he was trying to say, "That you don't... what? Cum?" she bit her bottom lip, "'Cause you did."

He chuckled, "No. Rape you."

"Oh," Gabriella nodded once and stayed silent for a second. "Is that what you're supposed to do?"

"It's what I'm paid to do." he told her with a sigh. He reached down and picked up his briefs from on the floor and slipped them on. He pushed the covers off his body and got out of the bed.

"That's a nice job; fucking someone against their will." she rolled her eyes slightly as she pulled the sheets higher to cover her bare chest.

He pulled his black jeans up his legs, "You don't understand,"

"Then educate me. Please!" she snapped.

"You talk like that to me again, and I will do what I'm paid for." Troy warned her,

Gabriella's face stared at his own blankly, "Then I'll just have to pretend that I don't enjoy it, so that you can get your money's worth."

He didn't answer, he just slammed the door behind him when he left because, after all, he didn't have the time to fight when it could continue on for days and he had stuff to do.

She looked down, pulling the thin sheets closer to her body unnecessarily. What the hell did she do to piss him off this time?

The door opened again and Troy came back in.

"You know what?" he raised an eyebrow, locking the door behind himself. It barely even sounded like a question.

Gabriella sat up straighter when he hovered over her. She gulped, daring to look up into his eyes intensely, "Yeah,"

Troy didn't answer, he just breathed in and out deeply with his head looking down. She placed a hand on his shoulder. Slowly moving it down his chest, she rested it on his groin. His eyes flickered up to hers, the look was so intense. She moved her other hand from on her stomach and put it on his belt. Biting her lower lip and keeping her eyes rested on what she was doing, Gabriella started unbuckling it. Threading the leather material through the hoops of his jeans, she threw it down somewhere carelessly on the ground. She looked back up at his face as her fingers popped open the button and slowly slid down the zip on his front.

Her arms shivered with goosebumps from the cold. His jeans still open, Troy grasped her hands and placed them next to her own body. She frowned, confused as to what he was doing. He ran his hands from her shoulders down to her hands and back and forth. Uncovering the top half of her body, he lay himself down on top of her. In silence.

And then, she was heated.

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"Get your shit together, Bolton." Georgio warned, "That bitch better start speaking soon 'cause we need some answers!"

"I'm trying my best, she's not easy to play." he answered back, grabbing a bottle of water from the side of the counter.

Erico watched him, "We didn't hire you to please her." He told him sharply, "You fuck her, you get your satisfaction and we get answers."

Georgio nodded, agreeing with what he said, "Your father wouldn't be too pleased with you right now."

Troy's eyes narrowed and turned a darker color, "Do not bring him into this!"

"We can do whatever the hell we want, Bolton. One false move and you're dead, no matter who your father was!" Georgio snapped, "Now, you get in there. Do whatever is it that you do to keep her saint and get her to speak!" He glared at him,

The younger man spoke, "What if she really doesn't know anything about this?"

"She does, Bolton. Believe me... she does, even if she isn't aware of it." Erico pointed his finger towards the door, "Now... go."

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Gabriella glanced up with a small expression, "Hi,"

"Hey." The door quietly shut. Troy looked down with a sigh before walking over to the bed and sitting in front her. "What are you doing?"

She was writing and doodling, keeping herself busy, in a notepad that he had given her in the morning. He'd obviously realised how bored she could get locked up in her room alone by herself all day long. "Drawing." she told him simply.

Troy moved around a bit to see what she was doing. "What is it?"

The brunette softly giggled, "It's the world... in my eyes." She saw him raise an eyebrow, a sign that he didn't fully understand what she meant, "The guy hanging from the rope around his neck... it means that suicide's an option. The love heart... there's love in the world. The sword... as hard as we try to forget, there's always a war. The dove, it's a sign of freedom. If you've ever lost anyone or had your heart broken, it's a symbol." She smiled looking down at what she'd drawn.

He nodded, looking up at her face when he laid his head down on the pillows, "When you see it like that, it's beautiful."

Gabriella bit the insides of her cheeks and slowly nodded, "Yeah, it is."

She closed the book gently and it was then that Troy noticed she had the same drawing on the palm of her left hand. She pulled the over sized light blue shirt closer to be body and pushed her bare legs out of the sheets. She looked up at him to see him staring at her hand. She grasped his hand with her own and weaved it around. His eyes snapped up to her face and she smiled at him. "You okay?" she asked.

Troy nodded, "Yeah," it was a whisper. She leaned higher to place a soft kiss on his lips. Barely pulling away, he pulled her in for another kiss. It was more passionate than before. She moaned and granted him access when his tongue entered her mouth. She moved over to straddle his waist with her thighs on the outsides of his as his back pressed against the headboard and his hand cupped her cheek delicately. Her right hand ran through his hair before she pulled back and moved her hand to her shirt and opened the first two buttons.

It took almost everything in him to stop her.

"Don't... not now." It pained him to shake his head and get an awkward wash of guilt at the rejected look on her face.

She moved away from him and got up, standing next to him beside the bed. "Oh, I get it." She nodded her head, seeming to understand.

Troy's eyes widened, "What? No. No," She'd understood it the wrong way.

"No, really, it's okay. I get it, you don't want me anymore." Gabriella looked down, her hands buttoning up the shirt.

His hands stopped her as he stood up in front of her. He brushed his hand against her neck and pushed her hair back, sweeping his thumb over the soft skin of her jawline, "God no. You don't know who wrong you are right now. You have no idea how much I want you, right here, right now. But I can't... 'cause I have to ask you something."

"What is it?" She frowned, curious to what he wanted to know.

Troy took a deep breath, "We, them, need to know what you know."

"What I know about what?"

"I don't have time for this, Ella. If you're not going to tell me, then just tell me that now."

Gabriella grimaced, ignoring the nickname use, "Look, that guy, the other day, he already asked me questions. Like what I know, if I didn't know anything than, why would I know it now?" She raised an eyebrow at her own trivia.

Troy ran a hand over his face, "Just forget about what he said, okay?"

"I can't! He left marks!" she hushed back.

His eyes snapped up, "What?... What do you mean?"

She licked her bottom lip and raised the bottom of her shirt, revealing her stomach. There were yellow and purple marks; bruises.

"He did those?"

Gabriella nodded, "Why should you care though? I'm just your whore remember."

"No one else is allowed to touch you, Gabriella. Only me." He stated.

"You didn't notice them before?" She let the shirt fall down.

"I wasn't... paying attention."

She fake smiled, "Right, 'cause your job isn't to care it's just to please yourself."

"Ella-"

She cut him off, "No..." Shaking her head, they stayed in silence for a few moments. "I'm scared of you." Gabriella breathed, looking him in the eyes.

Troy just stared back at her, "I can't change that."

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Seriously this time, was that intense? :'/

-Jess, xx.