OWNED BY MY MAFIAS BOSS

t the paper. The letters squirmed like a snake

ey? I looked at them. They were all in black. I didn’t need anyone to tell me that they were the m

at you are saying?” I asked the leader o

y grandpa and saw that he had a similar expression on his face.

lled the other person, a

ey grabbed me and began heading to the car. I screamed and kicked. I could feel the fear growing insid

reached the car. They shoved my head into the Rolls-Royce. “Hey, be calm, or we will be forced to treat you in a rough way,” one of

s ran down my cheeks as I realized that I was 90% kidnapped. Suddenly, two of them got in. One had a rope in his hand, while the other

ng back to see if my grandpa would come out, but I didn’t see him. Then the anguish and pain turned into one and began fal

I did, I saw the fountain. It was a landmark one will always s

carried me out of the car, and I was standing in front of a gigantic edifice. My

ope made it possible for me to be able to brea

at they even cared to answer. They escorted me into the house, and my e

literally see myself. As I sat waiting, the air conditioning made me dry and light, but my heart wasn't the same. I worried for my grandpa. I wondered how he was doing. My worries did

n the one I had been in. Why was the room dark? What was I doing here? That was how a series of

t utter a single word. And if I say it didn’t make my blood pressure spike, you can call me an incorr

rified. I could hear my heart beat like the drumbeats of war. At this rate, it was attempting to leave my

ut out of nowhere, he opened his mouth and chin up. He looked handsome, I thought. There was no scratch that he looked familiar wit

I met at t