Page 13 of Mafia King's Forbidden Obsession

I want to get out of here. I’ve not had a shower in over twenty-four hours, and I can feel the grime clinging to my skin like a second layer.

Ezra had moved me to a cell when I couldn’t provide whatever information he needed. I still have no idea why he thinks I know something. It is so damn frustrating. The cell is tiny, inside some sort of a room and, of course, I was blindfolded on my way here.

The air inside is heavy with the smell of rot and dampness. It’s unbearable. I can barely stand it any longer. My bones ache, and my head is throbbing from exhaustion. But there is no way I can sleep in here. Every time I close my eyes, I feel like I am suffocating.

The man who swept me off my feet is nothing but a facade. Behind those charming smiles and seductive eyes lies something much darker. He’s dangerous. I know that now. I’d be brain-dead not to realize it.

But why me? What have I done to deserve this? My heart tugs, and my mood does a one-eighty. My back hits the wall before I start to slide down, tears welling up in my eyes as I think about the hospital. My job. They must have noticed by now. Harper… she must be frantic, wondering why I haven’t answered her calls.

She’s probably cursing me for disappearing after that stupid hotel event. I didn’t even get the chance to tell her about my one-night stand. I didn’t get the chance to say goodbye. I’m in so much trouble. No, maybe Ezra is the one in trouble. When my people find out I’m missing, they’ll report it to the cops. When the cops find him, he’ll be in trouble. Although I highly doubt that he’ll let himself get caught that easily.

That’s not what I want to hear.

I sniffle and try to wipe my eyes on the dirty sleeve of my shirt, but it’s no use. Just then, the sound of a creaking door reaches my ears, and my heart leaps into my throat. I scramble to my feet, my pulse racing. What’s it going to be now?

A figure appears in the doorway. My stomach drops. It’s a man—tall, broad-shouldered, and holding a cigarette between his lips.

His eyes rake over me, not bothering to hide the gleam in them. I know that disgusting look all too well. It makes me shudder.I involuntarily take a step back into the shadows, but there’s nowhere to go. Then I notice it—the large scar running across his face, from his left eyebrow down to his chin. It’s brutal. I wonder where he got it from, but it’ll please me if I hear a lady gave it to him.

“Well, well,” he grunts, dragging the cigar slowly away from his lips before exhaling a puff of smoke right in my direction. “What do we have here?”

I hate the smell of smoke, but I don’t scrunch my nose. I stand, squaring my shoulders and spreading my feet slightly apart. This is one of the very few times I need to take this stance, and I hope I don’t look like a fool.

“You all are going to pay for this.” I raise a pointed finger, but I don’t bring it past my hips because it’s a bluff, and I’m masking my fear well, or so I think.

“I-I don’t know what’s going on, but I swear, you’re all going to regret messing with me. I’m just a medical resident. I’ve done nothing wrong.” One thing I’ve gotten from books in this type of situation is to never let your captors have the satisfaction of seeing you break. Never.

As if my resolve is a joke to him, his head tips back to release a chuckle that sends a scary chill down my spine.

“A resident, huh?” he says, tilting his head to the side. I see the tip of his tongue jot out to lick the corner of his mouth. “You don’t look like any doctor I’ve ever seen.”

“And you don't look like any man I've ever seen,” I retort, before my brain processes what I just said.

Tread carefully now, Raven.

Instantly, he squeezes his face, the downward curl of his lips telling me he isn't impressed.

“I'd watch my mouth if I were you, darling.” His endearment sends another scary shiver through me as his hand tightens around the lock. A brief image of what he’ll do if he enters the cell flashes through my mind, and I resist the urge to gag at it.

“Look, I swear. I have nothing to do with whatever… gang shit you all have got going on.” He doesn’t respond except for the small smirk on his lips. It's indeed gang shit.

“Ezra should know I’m innocent.”

At the mention of Ezra’s name, his smirk fades. I can feel tension descending in the room as his eyes narrow into slits.

“You think you know our boss?”

I hesitate before nodding. “Well, no… not really. But I know he…”he has a huge dick.“… he—he wouldn’t hurt me.”

Or at least, that’s what I hope.

The man releases another cold, humorless laugh.

“Oh, sweetheart.” He shakes his head, finally taking a step back and letting go of the lock. I release a sigh of relief at the action.

“You really don’t know him, do you? You think he’s some kind of a knight in shining armor? That he’s gonna come in here and just let you leave? You’re in for a rude awakening.” Perhaps I've known this, but hearing it from one of his men leaves me drained.

“Please… please, just let me go.” I don’t have the strength to act tough anymore. It’s pointless. My voice breaks.

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