Claimed by the Mafia King

CHAPTER 11

TIME PASSES SLOWLY WHEN WE ARE IN TROUBLE.

After about thirty minutes or so the van came to a halt and I was thrown out of the car along with the others and we were led into a room.

The polythene bag that covered my face was removed after we stopped moving. But my hands were still bound tightly behind my back. There was no escaping this for me.

I could tell that after that stunt we pulled we would be watched more closely now.

I was lifted off the ground by one of the men who had kidnapped me.

“Open your eyes.” He instructed.

My heart pounded hard against my chest as I opened my eyes to see a man standing in front of me. He was as white as snow. He towered over me at a height that I had hardly seen in any man except from one very tall man that was taller than everyone in my church.

His hair was as white as his skin. In contrast to his skin colour he had on a black shirt, jeans and boots. He had on his arm the tattoo of a white lion. ‘Was this the white lion?’ I thought, taking in deep breaths.

I always wondered why he was called white lion. No one really knew why. Some said it was his father who had given him the name and it stuck to him others said it was just a name he fancied now I knew why_he was albino. I realized I was staring.

“Let us go please.” Justine begged. I looked over at them by my side. The guy holding me held me tighter.

“She seems like the rebellious one boss. Fucking Slut thinks she’s a fighter.” He chuckled, slapping my ass. I struggled to remove my arm from his firm grip.

“Let me go, please.” I begged.

White lion watched us keenly without saying a word. He was standing a few inches close to me now. He raised my chin up and smiled.

“I like her spirit. It is always fun breaking her likes. Leave this one for me.” He laughed. “You are mine.” He said to me. A shiver ran down my spine and tears followed. I was beginning to feel intense fear. The fear that had been buried by shock was finding it’s way out and it was consuming me in every flavour.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“Boss you should leave her to us.” The man standing by him laughed evily, “We will teach her lessons. Simone don’t you agree?” He questioned the man holding me, winking at him. In reply Simone laughed and grabbed my ass. “Of course boss I agree.”

His reply didn’t go well with his boss. In a flash White lion brought out a gun from his pocket and shot him point blank on the head. The man died instantly.

“Jesus Christ! what the fucking blood of Christ!” I shouted. The man fell down at my feet and I screamed.

“When something is mine it shouldn’t be touched.” White Lion spoke. He put his gun back into his pocket acting so casually like he had not just killed a man. That was the type of man white Lion was, a killer.

The man standing by him fell to his knees immediately. “Boss please forgive. I swear I’ll never ever say anything about her again, I promise.” He begged. He was shaking so much. It was scary to see a grown man with his muscles and height bow to a thiner man in fear.

“Jide I’ll let you go today. We all die but you won’t today at least not by my gun. Clean this mess and make sure those two failures have no other Chance to fail.” White Lion instructed.

“I’ll do that boss. Thanks for sparing my life boss.” He laughed, nervously standing up.

White Lion nodded patting Jide’s arm. Jide thought that all was forgiven, but it wasn’t.

White Lion hit him hard on the head with his gun. I gasped in shock as Jide fell down to the ground his nose bleeding. “Just something to remind you of what will happen if you touch her. Take the girls in and bring her to me.”

“No no no. Please let me go with them please.” I protested, but my cries fell on deaf ears. I was dragged out amidst my tears and struggle.

“Mirabel!” I heard Justine scream as they were carried to God knows where. I was pushed into another car. My hands remained tied.

They were not going to make the mistake of letting my hands free again I could tell. Immediately the car started Jide blindfolded me and taped my mouth.

I said the hail Mary and our father in my mind while tears continued to fall down my eyes. ‘I’ll find a way to leave this place or die trying.’ I swore.

“Jesus I really need your help now. If you can see me from heaven I think this is the best time for you to help me please.” I prayed silently.