Claimed by the Mafia King

The garden seemed to never end, but just when I had a glimpse of the gate which was still far away I ran into one of his men.

The others were farther behind me so it was possible to escape if only I could overpower this one or so I thought.

I was breathing heavily, both of us staring at each other trying to assert fear to the other.

I thought about how best to escape him while he looked at me like I was some sort of specimen. He was tall and huge and as tanned as clay. His head was very big like his nose and ears, only his lips were small.

“You can’t escape.” He spat. “Just turn around.”Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

My breathing increased, then I remembered I had a gun. I pointed it to his face, “Of course I can. Move away.” I ordered, trying my best to keep a firm voice even though I was panting.

He laughed out loud at the gun pointed at his face. A mocking laughter that infuriated me so bad. “Do you even know what that is.”

My nose lifted up involuntary in anger. I shot a flower close to his feet, the sound of the bullet hitting the flower startled the both of us. He looked shocked as he hell, he jumped two inches backwards.

“You have no idea what I know and what I don’t. Move away now!” I ordered.

He raised his hands and moved to the side still laughing. Immediately he did I started running for the gate again. “You can’t run away bitch. I’ll find you.” He shouted. I didn’t respond I simply ran as fast as I could only now he was following me and he was closer than everyone else.

I could now see the gate clearly when he lurched at me from behind pushing me down with a force that left me feeling so dizzy and weak. My hands flew to my head immediately while he trapped my legs under him.

“I said you can’t escape.” He growled, holding me down. He was lying on top of me now, his weight crippled me rendering me boneless. He held my hands above my head and kicked my gun far away.

“Let me go!” I shouted, immediately my lips could open again. “Let me go you animal!” I said through clenched teeth, writhing and breathing heavily.

“Fierce no wonder boss likes you. He never brings a Bitch home.” He laughed licking his lips. “You are indeed a hot bitch. Hotter than the rest_fiercer than the rest exactly what I like.” He continued.

He bent his head downwards and tried to kiss me. I turned my head sideways struggling under his grip. Then with all the strength I could muster I kneeled his stomach and jumped up. While he limped I rushed for the gun but he caught my legs halfway and threw me down. This time he looked more furious, as if he was ready to commit muder.

“You bitch!” He growled. He slapped me, and then wrapped his strong hands around my neck, choking me.

“Please stop.” I cried out.

“Shut the fuck up Slut!”

“Let me go!” I choked out. Tears fell down the corner of my eyes as I struggled to get his hands of me.

He let me go, pushing me to the ground. He pulled me up and held my waist pulling me close to him. I felt nauseated, I was so irritated I spat on his face.

“You bitch!” He growled, wiping the spit off his face.

I closed my eyes waiting for him to hit me when I heard a gunshot. My eyes flew open immediately, I had to check if I was the one shot. But It wasn’t me.

The guy holding me was shot in the head. He fell down on me his head on my neck breathing his last.

“You bitch!” Was the last thing he choked out of his dying mouth. My heart stopped.