Mafia Conquest ( Mafia Love story #2 ) by KATHLEEN HAYAT (reading books for 7 year olds .txt) 📗

Tears welled up in her eyes just by thinking of his indecent acts and his threat. He'll surly do bad to her if he come back this time. He promised to punish her for her tiny slap than what about his brutal slap that made her unconscious.

Dizziness was making it difficult for her to stay focused. Two nights without eating was hitting her hard. And now the extreme loss of blood. She didn't even want to think how her foot would be a mess because of her blood.

She must protect herself. He killed Chachi and Jameel and he'll surly kill her to but not yet. Why? He wants something from her. He'll do bad to her. Her mind mumbled as she felt like dying every minute.

She'll not let him touch her, no! She'll prefer to die before that. Sleep was far away from her as she sat beside the bed on the floor completely awake. Her belly hurts due drinking tap water.

Clutching her hand on her belly she pulled her knees up, wrapping her arms around her knees she laid her head on it. Forcing her eyes open she tried to stay awake.

The night was getting more chilly and calm. Not a single voice could be heard in the surroundings simply indicating she's far away from the city.

Climbing out of the window was one thought that keep popping in her head but then again she can't see the depth. What if she's kept hostage on the tenth floor or worse. She couldn't take this risk.

At this moment she so desperately wished that her parents were alive. So she could complain to her father about him and could lay in her mom's lap for motherly comfort.

It was late in the night when the door of her room creaked opened. Her pulse was on high alert and she was panicking in fear.

Not a single footstep was heard. This is someone else she thought. Whenever that man comes the echo of his heavy footsteps would resound in the room but this time it was completely silent. It was like the person is still standing in the door frame.

She didn't dare to move when all of a sudden a slight touch to her arm had her screaming like mad woman as she without thinking twice swung her weapon in the air and dig it in something earning a painful grunt from someone.

It was him!

The mere intrusion of him so close to her without her knowing was terrifying. The girl abruptly stood up and made a dash towards the door and in no minutes she was running in the corridor.

Cursing Michael stood up from his crouching position and stared at his arm where her weapon stood proudly digging in his flesh as if smiling at him on the stupidity of the woman.

Fork!

She fucking stabbed him with fork on the arm! In her preferences she must wanted to stab it in his heart. But Alas! It landed on his arm. Never in his life someone was courageous enough to stab him with a proper dagger and here she attacked him with fork.

Pulling that fork out from his arm he slightly hissed and his eyes on their own landed on the the messed up bloody floor. His eyes narrowed and in no second he ran after her.

In no time he spotted her frail body, wrapped in her veil, limping down the stairs with the help of a railing, trail of blood was dripping in her way from her foot.

She's hurt!

In other scenarios he would've settled down somewhere and observed her tactics but now is not the time.

With silent steps he followed her and simply moved passed her and stood in front of the main door.

The girl felt someone passing by but no voice could be heard maybe she's assuming. Hurriedly she limped forward slowly and was about to fall when her injured food got entangled with the rug but got balanced.

Slowly limping her hands touched the head of the sofas and she kept moving. Scared terribly because any moment that jungli man (wild man) could come after her.

Her hands spread in front of her to feel and the next second they touched a hard torso and she recalled the all to embarrassing moment as soon as she felt the boxes.

It was the man from the haveli! She thought.

"Where do you think your going?" That voice! All the blood drained out of her system and she stumbled back.

Eyes wide as saucers and disbelief written all over her face. "No!" A small whisper escaped her lips.

This can't be!

Before she could move away from him. A large arm snaked around her small waist and a terrified cry escaped her lips.

"I'm not done with you!" He rasped.

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