The Mafias Angel Ordeal.

hazel eyes skimmed the price tag. My shopping spree was a simple attempt to escape from the pressures that suffocated me at home. Even though I'm now 21 years old and ev

it hard to fully devote myself to working as an accountant. The only thing that brought

and security. My love for him knew no bounds, though deep inside me, the scene from that night left me conflicted.

reflection in the wall of mirrors that surrounded the space. However,

bing, though we only have it in the color pink."

ts shade is warm on my skin," I responded. Placing a blue dress close to my

telling me how impressed she was with my style

p alongside me, their eyes locked on my every movement. I tried to ignore them alongside the hum of the crowd thinning around me, but I could feel their ey

ll attendant, and gestured to my bodyguard to excuse me as I wanted privacy. The attendant left withou

His question was asked in a worried yet pissed tone, but he piled them up without allowing me to ans

ne, and I am not a baby anymore; I would get home whenever I wanted." I replied to him right away with ra

anding. I took a deep breath, eager to savor a few more moments of solitude. I walked tow

hadn't been open before. The door must have been locked because I hadn't heard any noise co

d, my voice uncertain as I

this isn't funny." I spat, si

door opened to a room that led out of the mall and into the backyard. I turned to

n I could almost characterize as giants. One was behind the

to hijack while my bodyguards were nearby, so they waited. They had ample time to sneak in and wait for

approached me with calm, practiced efficiency.

outh to muffle my screams, while the other locked the door to the dressing room to keep anyone from snooping around and ruinin

gate in the backyard, which led to a narrow alley where my kidnappers had already packed a

lver blade on the emblem of the black SU