Claimed by the Mafia King

SCARS EYES WERE ON ME.

WE WERE NOW IN AN OPEN STORE CLOSE TO THE BOUTIQUE I WORKED IN. I WAS SITED ON A STOOL AND HE WAS ON THE FLOOR KNEELING NEXT TO ME.

“You have to treat that.” Scar muttered. His eyes roamed my body as he took in a deep breath. “You look weak.”

“I am not weak and I do not need your help! Do not ever call me weak!” I flared up.

I was uncomfortable, tired and scared of him and I hated being called weak with a passion.

He looked_ He looked really scary up close, like_like a monster.

“That didn’t look like it a few minutes ago.” he said calmly, taking hold of my bleeding hand. He took of his sweater and tore it, getting a small piece of it, he tied it around the cut.

He was still putting on a long sleeve even under his sweater, I wondered if he didn’t get hot. His brown eyes did not leave mine.

“You were not supposed to get hurt.” He muttered.

“What do you mean by that?”

“This is temporary just to stop the bleeding, you have to treat this today though.” He interjected, ignoring my question.

I rolled my eyes and stared at his chest while he tied my arm.

He was hot! Now I saw why he always wore big sweaters.

His muscles were in all the right places and the veins in his hands protruded. It dawned on me that maybe he was doing his best to look unattractive, and the reason why that was, I might never know.

He would be a freaking Demi god if he didn’t have his face!

“Don’t touch me.” I whimpered. The pain the wound was causing me made me sweat so bad. But it was endurable.

Plus Scar was distracting me with his body.

I was angry at myself for looking at him the way I did and I was angry at him for looking the way he did.

“Why? Does it hurt that much? Or are you scared of me?” I could feel the sadness in his question, but I was only human and as humans we judge a book firstly by its cover.

“Just let go of me.” I murmured.

I would have said sorry to him for acting so strange and difficult_but there was a but that I couldn’t figure out yet. Maybe my subconscious was afraid of him so it was trying to push him away before he came any closer to it.

“Alright I’ll let go of you but I’m not leaving you alone.”

“What do you mean by that?” I asked looking into his eyes so I could tell if he was telling the truth.

His eyes_ something was off about it. It was brown but it felt like his real eyes were hidden underneath a contact lens either that or I was thinking too much about everything that pertained to him.

I guess I was still a bit shaky from everything_ definitely seeing things. Things that my inmost desires wanted to project to life.

He tensed up but he didn’t answer. His gaze settled on my lips as we both sat down in silence. I tried not to look at his lips even though I was so tempted to.

The police man who had been asking questions around finally came to us. He was talking to someone on the phone when he walked in on us.

He was average in height, thin, dark and sad looking, the typical police man look. I swear I almost burst out laughing at the thought of this.

“Saved by the cop.” Scar joked. I rolled my eyes at his silly comment but I still couldn’t help myself from smiling just a little.

“Both of you have to follow me to the station to make a statement.” He ordered, when he was done speaking on the phone. He put his phone back into his pocket and stared at us.

I realized then that he was the only police man that came around_that was if you did not add the driver of the van. I smiled.

Nigeria My country never seizes to amaze me.

“That should not be a problem. We will come with you.” Scar said, getting up. Then he faced me and stretched his hands out for me to take.

“Can you walk or should I carry you? I would feel better if I carried you though.”

“I am not paralyzed the knife cut my hand not my leg.” I replied.

I stood up, eyed him and walked away.

We squeezed ourselves into the police van. I in between both men.

I was not surprised by the inconvenience I felt for I expected it.

In fact what surprised me was that the van looked a little bit new. I expected it to be a randy old police truck.

The police officer smelt weird like sweat and alcohol just like the car.

I made a mental note to bathe with enough detol if possible Hypo when I get home.

On the other hand Scar smelt so nice but I stopped myself from thinking about his smell or the warmth that emanated from his body.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

The contrast between the both men at my side caused my head to spin and a tiny head ache set in.

When we reached the police station we were immediately ushered into the DPO ‘S office.

It was the first time I was entering a police station and it was just like In the movies.

Old and tiny.

The police men who sat at the reception table or whatever they called it wore a frown on their faces when they saw us come in, as if we were Criminals.

‘Later they will say police is your friend’. I thought rolling my eyes

I greeted them and they answered begrudgingly. They were probably both of the same age_ maybe in their early forties, they both looked alike.

The only difference between the two police officers was that whilst one was short, the other was very tall. The rest features they had in common. Body built, chocolate complexion and the rest.

The police man who led us to the Dpo’s office knocked twice on the door and we were asked to come in by a very tiny voice. I almost thought that the voice belonged to a woman but with the prevailing state of patriarchy in Nigeria I knew that the possibility of having a female Dpo was very low.

Like I predicted the voice belonged to a man. I was amused and almost freaked out hearing a man have such a tiny voice.

The police man saluted the DPO and walked out, following the signal giving to him by his boss.

The Dpo’s office looked like something that was built decades ago. The floor was cracked, and the walls were dilapidated.

The wall was painted yellow, but the paints were almost all peeled out. Their was only a table, and three chairs in the office.

The governor and the presidents picture frame hung up on the wall and the Nigerian flag of green white green was by the side of his chair.

The table looked like it could use a carpenter and a secretary with how unkempt and rough it looked.

I wanted to leave immediately.

“Good morning miss.” The DPO greeted. “Please take a sit.”

“Good morning Sir.” I replied, stopping myself from laughing out. His voice sounded so weird.

“So what is your name?” He asked watching me intently. His eyes stopped at my chest_but it was for a split second. I could have missed it if I was not watching him closely.

“Mirabel Chizitere Chinedu.” I replied smiling. “But you can call me Mira.”

The DPO looked to be in his early fifties but he still had this youthful look. He was kind of handsome, this old handsomeness kind of thing.

Albeit how accepting he was of me I had the feeling that he could not be trusted. I hated being suspicious of everything but that was just how my mind worked.

“Mira.” He repeated after me, tasting my name. Then he looked up at scar. “Sir can you please wait outside.”

“No I want to stay here with her after all I witnessed everything that happened. I was the one who saved her so I want to be here.” Scar insisted, speaking almost immediately in a calm voice.

“I am not sure if Mira_here_ would be comfortable with a stranger being present when a sensitive case like hers is being thrashed.” He said, now looking at me.

He was probably expecting me to say that I was not going to be comfortable with a stranger being present to listen to my case. But, I didn’t trust him around me and right now Scar was my guardian angel.

Plus, the pleading look Scar gave to me completely weakened me, stopping me from asking him to leave even if I wanted to do so.

I was torn between them both.

“He can stay.” I blurted out. ” He’s the reason I am here after all if not for him I would probably be with that cocksucker now.” I shivered at the mere thought of being with Ken.

From the corner of my eyes I could see scar smile, smiling made him look less scary.

The DPO did not look pleased, but I didn’t care that much. Scar saved me and he deserved to be with me.

“Or you just want him around.” A voice sang in my head but I quickly quieted it.