Claimed by the Mafia King

MY NOSE SAVOURED A SWEET SMELL.

I dreamt that I was in heaven and the angels had prepared a banquet for me. The smell of all types of food teased my nose and I was left to salivate and hunger for them.

Soon enough the angels took pity on me and dished out a plate of salad for me to at least feed my taste buds and hungry eyes while we waited for the king. But just as I was about to feed on the most tasty salad I had ever seen. A hand pulled me out of the room and back to reality. My eyes fluttered open and I could not be more angry at this.

“Good morning ma.” A woman greeted Bowing curtly. She looked to be in her mid fifties, most probably. Her eyes were tiny and her braids were neatly packed behind her head.

She was clad in skirt and suit too well dressed for a housekeeper I must say. And she called me Ma, when I was sure she was older than my mum. Funny.

I nodded not able to Speak. I had lost my voice and wanted eagerly to leave this place and away from that man who made me feel things I had never felt before. Things I wasn’t supposed to feel.

She snapped her fingers and immediately two Young girls came in. They were both dressed like her, only that their complexion was much darker than hers and their eyes twinkled unlike hers.

On the hands of the one on the right was a gown and on the hands of the one on the left, shoes.

“Boss has requested that you kindly shower and meet him down for breakfast.” The older woman said. Like puppets the two younger girls dropped all that they were carrying on the bed and sauntered out.

I nodded still not able to say anything.

“I’m Beatrice I’ll be working as your personal maid.” She paused. She cleared her throat looking at me expectantly. “You are?”

“I am. You can call me_ just call me Mira.” I swallowed. She bowed again and left, but not before giving me a fake smile.

I sighed immediately they left the room. My head was spinning and my heart ached from rejection and too many unknown emotions.

My hands weren’t bound but escaping was not what I wanted to do now. Enough of me being reckless and impulsive what I wanted now was a plan. And for that I needed to lay low, to act, to pretend.

The only problem with this plan was THE BOSS. He made me lose all my ability to reason clearly. He was getting under my skin slowly. Killing my mind and I could not stop him.

I still felt the pangs of rejection from yesterday claw at my skin but I would not let it get to me so much that I lose my mind. I had to escape.

I threw the blanket off me and took of my clothes. “What’s with all the bowing though.” I muttered to myself.

The gown fitted me perfectly only that it was too short. It was definitely the shortest gown I had ever worn. It had beads arranged on the neck side, a turtle neck with black strap and net under the beads.

The sandals fit my legs beautifully. How they knew my size of shoe and clothe amazed me. But I didn’t put it passed them. They could have measured my body and feet in the night_carefully_ when I must have been fast asleep_ and gotten the dress this morning.

I don’t know_ gangs had a way of achieving things that an ordinary person or organization would find extremely difficult or impossible to achieve

I packed my hair back and swallowed hating the reflection of myself in the mirror. I looked different from Mira.

When I opened the door I found that there were two armed body guards standing in front. I closed the door and muttered something under my breathe. Taking note.

If ever I was to try to escape it definitely should not be through the door. If I ever try to escape through the door I was sure that I won’t live to tell the story.

They didn’t look like they liked me at all. They must all have been wondering why the boss fancied me so much that he made me his.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

I wish he didn’t make me his.

I climbed downstairs my mouth watering from the aroma of the food out my reach.

The dining table was just behind the stairs. I didn’t need to look for it_ I simply followed the scent of the food whilst closing my eyes a little.

When I got to the dining he was already there. He was sipping coffee from a very small cup with his eyes shut tightly.

I swallowed_ignoring the sudden flutter in my chest. I walked to the dining.

“Good morning.” He greeted looking up at me, his nose still buried in the teacup. I nodded unable to form any words.

I walked straight to the other end of the table and sat down there. I wanted to be as far away from him as it was possible.

The diner had twelve seats. We were the only ones seated now. I’ve counted six armed men in total but there were no security cameras in sight.

I presumed that the security cameras were kept hidden to deceive people that they weren’t there. But I could not let them deceive me too.

There was no way in hell that there wasn’t a security camera lurking around somewhere. I knew this to be true even if I had no proof of it’s truth.

We ate in silence as I devoured the delicacies in front of me. If he didn’t want to talk to me then I didn’t want to either. Thankfully the food served as a good distraction for me.

I was a fan of bread and egg and the egg was delicious.

“I heard gangs don’t use security camera’s.” I blurted out. My eyes were buried on my plate, but his eyes on me sent a jolt of electricity through my body forcing me to look up at him.

Our eyes met and a jolt of emotion started to flow in my heart. I tore my eyes away from him and buried them on my food swallowing hard.