SOLD TO THE MAFIA QUEEN

I turned to look at Xander, narrowing my eyes at him. “I don’t know why you came here all of a sudden, but I know you also have ulterior motives, but…” I muttered, moving closer to him until we were only an inch apart.

“But Ashley Barbie Gates has things under control. I know your intentions, but I am going to crush you just like I have crushed your dreams.” I declared. His brow furrowed; his lips trembled with unspoken words.

“Say what you want to say.” I commanded. I was expecting to see fear in his eyes, but the fear was gone, and it felt like I was talking to another man. It felt like he was just trying to get his act together, and now that he knows what he wants, he doesn’t want to act vulnerable again. “What will you gain by doing all this?” He asked bluntly, making me chuckle.

“Um, queen, I apologize for interrupting you both, but my girlfriend is concerned about me, so I will leave first.” Dave said dropping both of my phones on my father’s nightstand before running out of the room.

“What will I gain? It’s easy; I will gain pleasure and satisfaction seeing that the sibling of the person who wronged me is in my clutches. Not just that, I will make sure she feels bad for her brother. Now get out of my house.” I stated with my lips pursed together tightly.

“I assure you that I have no ulterior motives; I know I despise you, but…” I cut in.

“Don’t worry, boy, the feeling is mutual.” I assured him.

“I really need you now; if you don’t help me, I will be homeless and living in the streets.” He said staring immensely at me, like he was trying to manipulate me.

“Those exact same words were the words your sister said when she wanted me to take her in, but she took advantage of my kindness. I have promised myself that I will never be nice or show weakness again. I will be your worst nightmare.” I said as I walked over to my father’s bed, feeling his presence in the room and the scent of his body on the warmest part of the bed. I drew back the tears that were striving to come out. From today onward, I am going to shut down my tear gland; it’s never going to work again. I promised myself.

“I…” I cut in before he could speak.

“Just get out!” I snapped, and I heard the sound of footsteps and the door shutting and closing. I ran my hand through my father’s bed, which had a little blood stain, and grabbed the duvet, pulling it off the bed. “Dad, I am going to exact revenge. I am going to send those who hurt you to hell.” I said it out loud, squeezing the duvet. A soft knock came from the door. I turned my face to the door and saw Jake walking in. His ankles and wrists were red due to the rope Noah had used to tie him up.

“My queen, I heard what happened… I am truly and deeply sorry.” He spoke in hushed tones. I blinked my eyes open and ran into his arms, hugging him tightly, but he didn’t hug me back.

“Whoa, queen, you are being handsy.” He remarked.

“I can’t believe I missed you silly, why didn’t you try to communicate with us? Can you tell me how long I was stuck with that fake bodyguard?” I inquired as I felt his strong hand around my body.

“I missed you too, my queen. I missed you.” He said in a coaxing tone. I pulled away from the hug, putting on a straight face. “Don’t tell anyone about that,” I said.

“I won’t, I promise.” He replied with a giggle.

“I want you to organize my father’s funeral tomorrow,” I stated.

“But he just died.” He complained.

“I know, he is a king. I don’t want the hospital to use him as a lab rat, so the earlier I get him under the sand, the better. I want you to call all the gangster units and tell them their king is dead. I want the city of Miami to explode tomorrow.” I declared taking off the jacket Xander had given me and tossed it to the floor, stepping on it as I made my way out of the room while Jake followed me closely.

The death of my father and how he died were still fresh in my memory, and I was still feeling sad inside, although I didn’t want to show it. After leaving my father’s house instead of going home, I went to a gym that was close to his house with Jake there with me. I was wearing new, tight sport tracks; I wanted to torture myself a little so that I would forget about the pain.

Alcohol was not allowed in the gym, but I brought one in after bribing the manager; it was the water I was drinking as I was walking on the treadmill. I emptied the bottle of alcohol and handed it to Jake. I increased the speed of the treadmill to its highest setting as I started running as fast as I could while breathing hard. It was becoming hard for me to breathe, but I didn’t care. I felt like a robot, and my head was starting to spin.

“My queen, please stop; it’s going too fast; I am afraid you can’t handle it!” Jake said, but I ignored him.

“Please stop it! This is madness. Do you have a death wish?” Jake asked. “Please, someone manager, please come and turn off this fucking machine; it’s going to kill her!” he pleaded in a shaky tone.

“Ahhh!!” I started screaming as the machine moved faster than my legs. Before I knew it, I stumbled on the machine and fell to the ground, but Jake caught me just in time, his hands wrapping around my boobs.

“A-Are you okay?” He asked with panting breath.

“Get your hands off of me!” I screamed at him and regained my balance on the floor, pushing him away as he went over to the machine and turned it off.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

“Why are you hurting yourself, my queen? I know you are a strong drinker, but too much alcohol will make you do crazy things; let’s go home, please.” He pleaded, grabbing my wrist. I wanted to push him away, but I succumbed because my head was starting to spin.