The Retired Gang Leader

Saved And Hated By The Gang Lord (-Saved by him-)

Madison's P O V

I sat alone in a dark room, tired and hungry. I can't remember when these last animals fed us. I don't know how long I've been staying in this house, but I was brought here when I turned 12. Looking at the way my body has developed, I might be 18 or 19 years old now.

I can't really recall what happened that terrible night, but I do remember that my friends and I were returning from a friend's house, where a party was thrown in my name, unexpectedly a black Jeep pulled over in front of us and kidnapped my other friend and me.

We both screamed out and struggled with the hefty men as they carried us up into their Jeep.

“Wait, why is my other friend left behind?” I turned to look at her, and I saw her staring at us blankly as the men closed up the door to the jeep.

"Good job." I heard the man holding me announce before the driver in charge of the black Jeep drove off at enormous speed.

My other friend, who was taken to the backside of the vehicle, couldn't stop screaming. The man who held her had to shut her up. He injected her with something in a syringe, and she instantly passed out.

I was so nervous that I had to keep quiet. The man holding me was already frightening enough. But why was Blake left behind? She didn't even scream to alert people, she just stood there like a mannequin.

That question always bothered me till today. My parents on the other hand. I don't even know if there are alive, but I hope that they are alright, and I hope they retain me in their hearts.

The compartment entrance spurt open, and a girl about my age entered the room and went under the bed. She looks terrified.

What could be the problem? I thought.

Another girl ran into the room and went to hide in another corner of the room alerted; I stood up on my two shaky feet and went closer to the door to look at what was going on. I can hear screams and shootings.

What's happening? I thought.

More girls ran past me and into the room to hide. Some couldn't stop crying. I mean, the newer girls among us can't stop crying.

The noises downstairs and the shootings continued until I saw men dressed in shady dresses approaching our room. I took my head in and quickly locked the entrance to the room.

They look frightening, just as horrifying as the men that retain us in imprisonment. A kick came to the door, and I had to move away from the entrance, I'm not that scary-cat type of girl, but with this right now, I'm frightened.

I mean, everyone in this room is trembling and with all those shootings outdoor. I wonder what is going on. The men succeeded in breaking the entrance to the room, and they passed into the bedroom.

"Everyone out! Don't let me repeat this!" The first man to enter screamed at us to get out of the bedroom with a powerful voice.

When no one made any move, he brought his gun out and shot at the air, frightening us the more. The newbies instantly ran out from their hiding places, obeying the command that was given.

The men behind the person that came in first started directing them somewhere else, and just like that, I was the only girl left who hadn't obeyed. The man put his gun back into his trouser pocket and stared into my face.

“You are the one." He groaned and instantly pulled me by the ankle, he started dragging me out of the room while I was struggling with him.

He pulled me down to our captors meeting room. There, the girls lined up on the floor. I can see our captor kneeling before a man, a hazardous man whose back is turned to me.

"Boss, she is the one." The man holding me said to the formidable man who has our captor kneeling before him.

The man slowly turned to look at me, he was putting on dark shades and a cigarette fixed between his lips. His hair glued to the back, making him look handsome, more like dangerously beautiful.

But why is a handsome human like him looking so terrifying and unapproachable? He seems dangerous with the way he puffs out smoke from his mouth. His backside is firm, and he looks stern; his muscles reflect through his tight roll-up sleeve.

He pulled his shades down a bit, his bored grey orbs settled on me, and he stayed there for two seconds.

“Take her to the car and wait there." I heard him speak for the first time.

His voice sounded alluring and authoritative.

I don't understand what's going on but my gut tells me that his deep gruff voice is alluring. I mean, His voice holds so much power mainly by just hearing it.

"Yes, boss." The man holding me obliged and started pulling me away.

How come most of my captors men are lying dead on the floor. Were they attacked? Oh, was that heavenly man sent to save us?-Oh my! I think that's what he is doing. He is saving us. The man holding me got into a black van with me.

Heart beats later, the other guys joined our van, and the driver drove out of Santiago's prison house. -Yes, I call it prison-house, else why will they keep holding other girls and me captive for how long while training us to act like whore.

*

After hours of driving, we finally arrived at an enormous building, and it's more like a fortress, and it was boldly written on it- EMILIO'S CASTLE.

The driver parked at a corner, and we all came down, more like the man holding me pulled me down.

"Follow me." He groaned, finally letting go of me.

He let's go, perhaps because he is hundred percent sure that I can't escape from here—men in Black are all over.