Claimed by the Mafia King

White Lion stood there with a gun, staring deeply at me. Five SUVs were packed behind him and over 12 men stood by his side. I breathed in but the breath could not settle down to get to my lungs. That was how scared I was.

I rushed to take my gun and one of his men tried to stop me but white lion ordered him to let me be. He was angry and I was afraid.

My whole body felt like it wasn’t mine. My legs were shaking as I picked up the gun. Then I walked back to him knowing my fight today was over and there was no way I would be able to escape now. Still I had to try, there would be no giving up until it was all over.

“Just let me go or kill me.” I spat. I didn’t see my face but I knew I looked angry and determined, so why the hell did he and his men laugh at this.

“I told you all she was different. Fit for the crown. I told you all. My brave Reina” He laughed, facing his men. Some nodded while some looked at me angrily. Maybe they were thinking that I was going to take their place.NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

The only thing going through my mind in that moment was was if they hated me so much as they did, as their eyes let me think, then why did they not just let me go. How hard could that be? Well It would cost them their lives. I had watched first hand how White lion took care of anyone who touched me in anyway he didn’t like or approve of. And by take care, I meant killing them.

It was not like I was his even. God forbid that. I would never belong to a criminal.

“You are one hell of a brave girl.” He said facing me.

He walked closer to me till he was few inches away. “The gun now.” He ordered.

I placed the gun on his hands and let him take me into the SUV. I sat quietly my head resting on the head seat all through the ride back to his mansion.

Now that we were in the car I realized that I had run a good distance.

When we got to his room he pushed me into the bathroom. He definitely was bipolar. One minute he was smiling the next he is aggrieved and vexed.

The room was painted white it had a big single bed which was set against the wall, looking like a snow drift, so white and feathery and high.

There was one window on the far corner of the room where I had jumped from, curtained with a square of starched white cotton cloth that drew over the panes by means of a white cord on which it was run at the top.

A huge door was by the side where I assumed his office was. On the floor was brown fluffy rug. There was a huge Mirror by the side of the wall, a cupboard and a huge wardrobe. The curtain was open allowing rays of dimming afternoon sun into the room.

“Take of your clothes.” He ordered angrily.

I didn’t argue with him after all he had already seen me naked. I took of the shirt he gave to me earlier. He carried me to the tub and washed me all over again. Cleaning my waist continuously. It was as though he wanted to wash away that man’s hand from my skin.

After he was satisfied, he cleaned his hands and gave me a brush. “You can do that yourself.” He spat, walking out and closing the bathroom door behind him.

I brushed my teeth for over thirty minutes which was the longest time any human had ever brushed their teeth, I suppose.

The mint swelled my tongue and it stung but that didn’t matter to me. I rinsed my mouth after about ten more minutes then I came out knowing I could definitely not hide in the bathroom forever.

I wasn’t going to cry though at least not yet.