SOLD TO THE MAFIA QUEEN

“Um… Queen, don’t you think you are getting too close to me.” Jake said gritting his teeth feeling uncomfortable. “Stay still… Jake, don’t act as if we haven’t had sex before.” She said coldly and grabbed his right shoulder, holding him in place, while he lowered his head, bending his back in fear of her. She slowly moved her hand to his right eye, trying to poke it in. “Y-you are invading my privacy, queen.” He complained, swallowing his saliva. “Stop moving your eyes; I wanna see if you are wearing contact lenses or not.” She said as her hand rested on his eyes, making him shake in fear, she was about to press her sharp finger into his eyes when he started coughing, making her move away from him.Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

“I… didn’t know you would suspect me after all we have been through together; I thought we were a family, and I thought you trusted me.” Jake said in a hurtful tone.

“I trusted you, Jake, until you started acting weird and suspecting Chris when you should be on our side; Chris is like a brother to you.” Ashley replied folding her hand across her chest.

“He is like a brother, but… we have no idea what he did; even if he didn’t kill the doctor, we have nothing to prove his innocence. I think we should just let the cops do their jobs and go visit him.” Jake said avoiding her gaze as he walked over to her car and opened the door, sitting behind the wheels. Ashley paused for a second, staring at him, rethinking whether she was wrong for doubting him. She sighed and went over to the car, joining him on the front seat as she fastened her seat belt. He started the car, driving out of the garage without uttering a word. Ashley looked outside the window of the car at the teenagers that were walking in the direction of her famous night hotel.

After hours of driving, Jake pulled into the parking lot of the federal police station in Miami, turned around, and opened the door for Ashley. They hadn’t said anything since their last argument, and Ashley wasn’t ready to talk to him about it. She started walking ahead of him to the door of the station with all eyes on her because of the badass outfit she was wearing, but she was used to the attention. He stood behind her as they made their way into the station. They were welcomed by a female police officer, whose police uniform looked sexy on her perfect body.

“Welcome, Miss Gates.” She said extending her hand to Ashley. Ashley shook her hand, although she knew all the cops in Miami were just looking for a reason to put her and her father behind bars so they would be praised for their heroic acts.

“I know you are here to see your bodyguard that has just been arrested for the murder of Dr. Paul Anderson, and your attorney was here a couple of minutes ago, but you know we don’t let suspects off so easily, especially when he was caught red-handed trying to cover up his tracks.” The woman said with a serious face as she was leading them to the cell area of the station, with cops greeting her as they walked by, which meant she had a very high rank. Ashley could recall vividly the first time she set foot in a prisoner cell, when she was eight years old. When her mother first got her father arrested for domestic violence, that was one of the reasons they got a divorce and walking in the cell gave her cold thrills.

“Well, we are here, and you have approximately three minutes to talk to him.” The female cop said glancing at the wristwatch in her hand. “You are not that much of a talker, so I would leave you with him. Your time starts now.” She said and excused herself, walking away to give them some privacy. Ashley slowly moved closer to the jail cell and rested her hand on the iron bar, meeting the gazes of the creepy criminals that were in the jail cell with Chris, who was the only odd one there; he was just sitting at a corner in the cell with a bruised face.

“C-Chris.” She muttered. He raised his hand to look at her the moment he heard her name. She couldn’t help but notice his lips were swollen as he rose on his feet and sauntered to the door. The bars were the only thing keeping them apart.

“Oh my god, what have they done to you?” She asked, scanning his body with her eyes; all of his body was covered in red marks. Not only that, but he appeared to have been tortured severely; his body was riddled with deep cuts, even down to his fingers.

“…I am being tortured every three hours; they won’t stop until they get the truth out of me.” Chris replied, letting out an exhausted sigh.

“Holy crap,” Ashley remarked, lost for words. Jake also stepped forward, getting a glimpse of Chris. “If they continue like this, they might kill you.” He said.

“Yea, but they don’t want to do that; they want to make me helpless and torture me to the extent that I end up spilling the beans,” Chris said. “You are so loyal, Chris; I don’t know what to say… all this is just too much for you to bear,” Ashley commented, scrunching her face.

“I can’t believe he is still loyal after all of this; you are a brave man, Chris,” Jake said, smiling, and Chris shot him a death stare.

“We don’t have time to be joking around Jake,” Ashley said, resting her pitiful eyes on Chris. “I swear on my mother that I will get you out of here,” she said, trying to touch his hand through the iron bars their fingers just brushed.

“Just forget about me and find another doctor that will cure your father… I kinda heard from the doctor that your father has a limited time to live.” Chris whispered.