Claimed by the Mafia King

I wriggled my hands out of his grip before I would do something that I would forever regret.

“Some audacity you have there to think that I will favor your question with a reply when you’ve totally ignored all of mine!” I scoffed.

He narrowed his eyes at me visibly looking enraged. My heart immediately caught in my throat.

I wanted to kiss him.

Where did that thought come from?! I immediately reprimanded myself for I had no desire to have anything to do with any man let alone a Scarred stranger who I knew nothing about not even his name.

“Reina let me speak.” He said calmly but there was an undertone of an order in his voice which made me flinch.

I didn’t like being told what to do.

“You. will. not. tell me what to do.” I said through clenched teeth giving each word life. We both stared at each other in anger, trying to emphasize our dominance.

I turned around to leave unable to bear my increasing heart beat. He held my arm and pushed me to the wall causing me to yelp in surprise and anger.

Yet, I couldn’t deny the sheer intensity of his touch or the fact that my core started aching.

My heart stopped as he stared into my eyes. I could feel heat emanating from his body. I breathed in and that was a big mistake as his scent filled the air around me and were now embedded in my lungs.NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

He smelt so familiar, like lust and all that is wrong.

“Stop being stubborn. Can you just hear me out!” He whisper yelled, bending down so his face could meet mine. Our lips were so close and his were so tempting. I swallowed.

“Fine.” I whispered. I could hear my heart beat in my head. “Fine.”

He had saved me so I figured that I owed him this much at least.

“How do you know Ken?” He asked, sobering up. His eyes were focused on mine.

The mention of the name Ken made me so angry and upset I looked away from him.

He touched my chin with his thumb softly bringing me to face him.

“It will be our own little secret. I promise that I am not going to tell anyone.” He urged. “I really just want to know.”

There was so much sincerity in his eyes, so much care that I found myself eager to tell him all that happened. But he was still just a stranger.

“I know that to you I am a stranger but don’t you think its better to tell a stranger these things? I will not judge you even for your most innate sinful desires or past. I just want to know. I have been obsessing about it.” His eyes were so pleading as if he would die if I didn’t tell him.

I could tell that he was speaking in all honesty. I exhaled.

His grip on me loosened and I took a sit on the pavement and he joined in.

I told him everything that had happened and everything I had felt and he had listened without showing any emotion.

I was most grateful for it. I didn’t want him pitying me or feeling sorry for me.

Shockingly, I felt so much better telling a stranger. I couldn’t tell any of my friends or my mom so my other choice had been someone I didn’t know.

It felt like the heavy hand that had been clutching my heart was removed although not entirely.

“Ken is a monster you know.” I scoffed, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to fall down my cheeks. “A devil. I don’t know why he returned to my life. I hate him so much, so, so much. I want him to pay for what he did to me but it seems like I’m the one who is going to pay for reporting him.” I laughed, a low humorless laughter.

Scar held my arms and turned me to face him, “He is going to pay I assure you.” He said slowly, albeit very much convincingly. I nodded clinging unto his word like it was life.

I sat with him for sometime feeling as if a weight have been lifted off my shoulders.

We both stared at the stars both of us lost in our thoughts.

I started to feel so much peace that sleep finally came. I had almost dozed off when the wind hit my face with full force.

I swallowed and opened my eyes.

“The night feels Alive tonight.” I commented, looking over at my side to Scar.

I could see a wetness on his cheeks. “Are you crying?” I asked in shock.

He immediately stood up. “No. The wind.” He stuttered. “My eyes can be quite sensitive at night.”

I stood up too. “You don’t have to feel sad for me alright.” I smiled. “I’m a big girl.”

“I will be leaving.” Scar cut in almost desperately.

I nodded not minding so much as I really needed to sleep.

I ran upstairs after he left suddenly remembering that my mom sometimes comes to the room to check up on me.

When I got to my room I jumped on the bed and fell asleep almost immediately.

And I dreamt of him.