The Mafia Don's Pet

Chapter 11

Maya POV

How could he?

Why would my father sell me to such a monster? I still couldn’t believe my father could do such a thing to me. I was stuck with that monster for as long as I was alive.

I won't accept it. I need to find a solution.

I paced around the room, my eyes darting from each corner as I thought about what had just happened today.

I knew he was without emotions and I needed to brace myself for the outcome. If I was the creator, I’d have created animals instead of men.

My ex boyfriend wasn’t let out either, he was still a d**k with no feelings or whatsoever.

“Bunch of idiots!” I cursed, going to sit back on my bed.

A creaky sound got me on alert. The door to my room swung open without the person knocking. It looked like these servants were getting bolder.

“Who the f**k is that!” I half yelled, turning around, hoping to give the moron the insult of his life.

However, I swallowed the rest of the words immediately on sighting the intruder. I saw Andre, having an angry look on his face.

Like I cared about his anger. I scowled, “What are you doing here?”

His expression remained the same.

I ignored him and I quietly sat on my bed again, glancing around the room as if I couldn’t see him. It was his house, anyway.

First he barged into my room without knocking, and now he was giving me this annoying attitude. My day could not get any better. If looks could kill, he would be dead by now.

“I want to sleep now. When you’re done staring, you can use the door,” I mumbled for him to hear.

I laid down, my eyes closed as I feigned to be asleep.

“Why are women so cheap and fake?” he suddenly asked, each word dripping with anger.

I rolled my eyes as my brain tried to process how this was any of my concern. If women were cheap and fake to him, that’s because he probably deserved it.

“I asked a question, Maya,” he said, authoritatively and I sighed. I wondered when I had become his interpreter.

Having no choice, I stood up from the bed and faced him squarely while I sluggishly replied to him. “That’s because men are devious and they are terrible liars! f*****g hypocrite!”

“ Oh…really?” His sarcastic tone echoing in the room.

“ We’re just trying to return the same energy, what’s so wrong with that?” I asked, unable to control my anger.

He scoffed, then he walked deeper into my room.

“Devious you say?” he asked and I unconsciously moved away from him, not liking his reaction to every word I said.

I might as well just shut up and ignore him, since it seemed like he was looking for a scapegoat to put his anger on.

“How about being so stupidly foolish in love and then she hurts you deeply beyond repair to an extent women disgust you, huh?” he said and I momentarily rolled my eyes.

Playing the pity card wouldn’t work on me. I have seen men’s s**t, to an extent I can say I was proudly a man hater.

“You've got nothing to say? Come on, say something,” he urged, a smirk clearly edged on his lips. I almost hissed but I was forced to hold myself back.

I have got plenty of things to say, but I wasn’t bold enough to say them to his face, but since he asked, It would be my honor.

“Whatever a woman does to a man, he deserves every bit of it,” I replied without sparing a glance at him.

“Men deserve every bit of the pain, the emotional trauma, the guilt. Women should make sure they destroy them for the rest of their life, they should…”

The rest of the words got stuck in my throat as Andre’s hand sprung to my neck, strangling me with his fingers sinking deep into my neck.

“W…what are you doing?” I struggled to speak as I tried pushing him away, but I couldn't even match half of his strength.

And as I stared at him, his eyes were red and fierce, hatred and anger clouded his face and I immediately stopped struggling while enduring the pains as I hoped he wouldn’t kill me.

“P…please…” I pleaded as he squeezed the air out of my lungs, making me unable to breathe, I could only hold his hand, tapping him gently for him to let me go.

“Men deserve all the pain? Really?”

“Then women should stop existing! I will kill them all! And I’m starting from you!” he screamed and my eyes widened in shock and fear, the intensity of the situation becoming clear in front of me.

“I shouldn’t have said anything! I really shouldn’t!” I lamented, hoping this shouldn’t be my last day on earth.

“I…I’m sorry..” I apologized, but it seemed it only worsened everything as his hand on my neck tightened. My tears poured down, as I opened my mouth, trying hard to breathe.

“You don’t know half of the story, and you dare open your mouth to speak! You’re dare!” he yelled, and I felt my whole body shaking vigorously.

I inquisitively turned around, hoping to scream for help, but I knew that would only worsen things.

Then an idea popped into my head, and I was willing to risk it all, hoping it would work on him.

“I..instead of killing all women, wouldn’t it be better to have them under your control? Paying them in tenfold for everything their gender has done to you?” I asked and I felt his grip on my neck releasing.

I would have jubilated but this man was a f*****g monster. I needed to get his anger in total control. With that in mind, I quickly continued.

“You get to f**k them whenever you want, make them suffer until you’re satisfied,” I said and he growled.

“I’ll never be satisfied!” he stated.

“Then you do it over and over again,” I replied and his hands immediately left my neck.

I inhaled deeply and I started coughing loudly, while holding my neck, blood was already dropping down from my injured neck. I wasn’t shocked he would do something like this.

I mean it’s Andre. He shot my maid, remember?

“You gave me the best ideas, Maya,” he said and I forced out a smile, while deep down I wanted to punch him for what he had made me go through.

“I’ll start from you, Maya. Have you under my control, f**k you. Be possessive of you over and over again,” he said and my eyes widened in shock.

“What the f**k!” I screamed.