SOLD TO THE MAFIA QUEEN

Chris was underneath Noah’s bodyguard, struggling with him as Noah started approaching them. Chris grunted and punched the bodyguard in the face. Blood escaped from his mouth. He overpowered the bodyguard and turned around, with the bodyguard against the floor this time. Chris stretched his hand towards his gun, which was a few feet away from him. He was grunting in pain with his hand on the bodyguard’s chest, pinning him to the spot.

He reached for the gun and was about to grab it when Noah stepped on his hand with his boot that had spikes underneath it. The spikes were penetrating Chris’s skin, and it was making him bleed.

“Arrgh!” Chris grunted in agony as Noah started moving his leg on his hand, crushing his bones. Chris gnashed his teeth and let go of Noah’s bodyguard, trying to remove his hand from Noah’s feet.

A shallow smile curved on Noah’s lips as he picked up the gun Chris was so adamant about getting with his left hand. The sniper was still in his right hand. His bodyguard regained his balance and tried to attack Chris, from behind.

“Stop, don’t hurt him.” Noah said, “We need him.” Noah remarked.

“What do we need him for, boss? Why don’t you let me kill him?” the bodyguard said as he picked up his gun from the floor and pointed it at Chris’s head. Noah looked down at Chris, who was still struggling to get his leg off his hand. He stepped back. Chris’s hand was red and creased. He groaned in pain with saliva escaping from his mouth.

“Lower your gun, we need him to send a message to his queen.” Noah said. “I want him to tell her how dangerous I can be, and besides, she should learn to employ strong bodyguards she is the queen afterall.” Noah added, with a slight chuckle, and kicked Chris on the head. Chris fell to the floor, still clutching his injured hand.

“Get up and take your car out of the way.” Noah said and started walking toward his car with his bodyguard. Chris gnashed his teeth; he was feeling bad that he had failed his queen. Noah started his car and drove off. The people started their cars driving past the left side of the road, with some of them screaming at Chris.

Chris sat up on the floor, with sand falling from his clothes. He opened the car door with his bleeding hand, growling in pain as he looked at the dead doctor in the back seat. The sight was horrifying, and he squeezed his eyes shut, unsure of what to do.

He started hearing the sound of the police siren. The sound was annoying, and it was making him lose his mind. He quickly got into the front seat of the car. There was a hole in the front glass. He turned the key on the car, ignited the engine, and took off with the car.

The night crept up, and the sun ducked down behind the buildings and under the fence, refracting golden hour through the alleys and illuminating the walls. Ashley confidently sashayed out of her office with Jake by her side who was carrying her handbag. They both walked to the garage.

“Jake, how is the bodyguard coming?” Ashley asked, but she felt like she was talking to herself because she didn’t hear footsteps behind her. She grabbed the handle of her car and opened it, turning to look at Jake, who was on a call.

“What?!? How could that have happened?” He said, raising his voice. From his facial expression, she could tell that he was angry about something, but she didn’t know what it was.

“Jake, who is that on the phone?” she asked and creased her brow.

“Shit! Why did you do that? What am I supposed to tell the queen now.” Jake said, clenching his left fist in a rage. Ashley strolled over to him and stood in front of him with her legs wide open and her hands folded across her chest with her evil gaze fixed on him.

Jake’s eye lit up as he sighted her in that pose. He recognized the posture; she always does that when she wants to know something or when she wants the person to be honest. He swallowed saliva and quickly hung up before she would steal the phone from him.

“Let’s go home, queen. I am starving.” He said while trying to walk past her, she grabbed his right hand and dragged him in front of her, still maintaining her posture.

“Tell me who was that on the phone?” she asked.

“Uh, it was…” He paused, scratching the back of his head in fear. He didn’t know how to break the news to her. Before he could utter a word, Chris stepped into the garage, walking toward the two of them in a dramatic way. Ashley’s car was the only one there, and the building hadn’t been open for whore business.

“You!” Jake yelled and attacked Chris, giving him a resounding slap across the face that echoed in the garage, Ashley felt an icy chill as she saw the tension between her bodyguards.

“Why did you try to bring him?!?” Jake asked, yelling at Chris, who was touching his cheek with his bandaged right hand. Ashley shot them a suspicious look. She was still trying to understand the situation.

“Speak! Cat got your tongue?” Jake shouted, grabbing a handful of Chris’s white shirt, with his watchful eyes fixed on him.

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Melody stood in front of Ashley’s door and looked around to see if anyone was around. She opened the door with the spare key one of the maids had given her. There were a thousand butterflies in her stomach as she heard the sound of the open lock. She was happy that the key could open it. She kissed the key, feeling enthusiastic. She opened a small gap on the door and entered the house.

*Woof! Woof!* Spike barked at her from the other end of the marble stairs. Her heart skipped a beat. She began running up the stairs in haste, and when she reached the top, Spike attacked her, biting off a piece of her clothing.

“Ah! My leg! Bad dog! Bad dog!” she shouted, pointing at him with her index finger, and begun running away from him. Spike began running after her. The ground was shaking with every step he took because of his massive weight.