Chosen By The Mafia by Nina Daniel (funny books to read .txt) 📗

No Way

12

 

“You are what I need,”

“Do you think I’ll let you touch me… I’ll gladly love to die rather than giving myself in your hands,” I snarled at him in defense. Enough was now enough. I had accepted the fact that my life was no longer in my hands. They’d abducted me and suppressed my freedom and there was no way I could escape this brute expect killing myself, so let it be that way

“Try harming yourself then see how I will tackle you,” he growled back, his pitch was high enough to be heard by everyone around this room. Even in the moonlight, I could see his eyes filled with bloodshot, his nerves were popping out of his neck traveling down to his shoulder and firmly closed fists. His teeth were so tightly interlocked together, making his jaw look like an acute blazy weapon. His overall face was clearly a threat that he’d again do something which I would suffer with.

“Don’t you touch me, you pedophile!” I sobbingly shouted, He tried to come near me “Getaway…”  I with all my force pushed him and my legs ran towards the exit but as always, he caught me right before I could even run away further, I forgot that predator always catches his prey, “Oh please! Leave me! Help me, HELP ANYBODY... SOMEBODY... HELP PLEASE!” I screamed for help but nobody showed up, my only hope was God that time, but I guess he decided a miserable death for me,

“What’s wrong with you!” he emitted words with gritted teeth, his strong arms crushing my delicate stomach so harshly that It hurt, and I bet it will leave bruises there. “Can’t we talk like normals or will you continue acting like dumbass kiddo?” he bluntly hurt my sensitive spot with his usual insolence

“You need to work on your communication skills along with your temper issues because someday, this might cost you bigger than you ever know,” I collected courage and threw truth on his face, psycho.

He turned me around, “And that’s why I’m asking for your help, stay with me, love me and I'll be the one putting every luxury of this world under your feet,” he whispered while brushing his fingers on my face “Trust me,” his eyes held some kind of hope but no guilt which should've been there on top. He tried to manipulate me again but I refused to look at his way,

“What about me? How will you pay back my virtue? Can you return me the peace which you looted from me? How did you plan all of that or even did you?” I fired questions his ways and where he held nill. His eyes had so many emotions wandering around in them, first, he was lost in his thought then he diverted his attention to my face, and there… there come the regret and sorrow.

“I wish he feels what he made me go through” I wished innerly

What he next did was not expected, his arms loosened around me and he let me create a distance between us, I backed off immediately where he knelt right front of me, his eyes were closed as in he was recalling everything he made me go through, his forehead had all lines visible of agony.

I was numb to act straight according to the situation, I didn’t know either to console him or leave him on his own, “Hey.. Please get up,” I mumbled in guilty, I might wound his feeling this time,

“Okay.. I’m sorry for babbling rude questions, I didn’t mean to hurt you… I’m insisting you get up, please?” I apologized him for being impolite

A little ray of light was beaming on him from the windows while I was hidden in the shaft of darkness, all he did was catching my eyes in the absence of lucidity, he was quiet until he crawled towards me and wrapped his arms around my hips and his face resting on my stomach,

he is needy, damn.

“Forget what i did, i'm asking you to trust me once, please,” his eyes were closed and my eyes did the same, I lost myself in this moment of us, lost that he hurt me or even thought of doing so. His vibes were all of pure love and sincerity, the pool of love-filled within me, and my heart was grinning in satisfaction. I was loving the moment we were having. I deeply wished this time to stop but reality hit me there,

My inner-judge was asking me if I can forgive and if he deserves a chance, all questions and scenarios were evidence of his cruelty but on the other hand, his love was enough to beat them.

My hands stroked his hair tenderly, I seized his head in my tummy to make him feel secure in my arms. This feeling was beautiful; a sense of protection was hitting me and maybe him too. He exhaled deep breaths like an innocent infant comforting in his mother’s arms.

All of sudden, my chest filled with nausea, I tried to control and calm myself down but I didn’t help at all. Before I puked over the floor or in the worst case; on him, I separated him from me, deprive him of my presence and rushed to the bathroom, the commode was the first thing that caught my eyes and I ran towards it,

There I released that Niagara falls,

It took me 2 minutes to stable myself. I was panting heavily that my senses noticed Armando behind me. I turned around to meet him, he was covered with worried and concerning expressions; rubbing my back and telling me that I will be fine. I wish I could.

He fetched a white face-towel and wiped my face with a gravely concentrated look. Without uttering a single word, his hand buckled me around his arm, lifted me up in bridal style, exited out the bathroom, and heedfully tucked up in the bed. His sweet action had me bewildered where a ball of butterflies kept expanding more by his love-gestures.

He picked up his phone from his pocket and dialed a number in a hurry, “Female doctors in my room now,” all he said was this and cut the call, he didn’t even wait for a reply.

He put back his phone and laid beside me, an arm angled upwards with a hand on the head; supported by his elbow, his other hand stroking my forehead, coming down to my cheek and here he cupped it with his sole hand. His eyes all the time were on my face. I sensed a little change in his direction, he was leaning on my way, I gulped and prepared myself for a dominating kiss but I was relieved when that kiss was placed on my forehead, it was a message of protection to my heart which it gladly accepted. It was beating for him this time. It wanted to let him in, lock him, and throw the key deep in the ocean.

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