Chapter 9
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Chapter Nine: Captured by the Mafia Don
ANABETH COLLINS
I thought everything was just a nightmare. A dream caused by so much stress. But no. It's too clear for it to be a dream. Uriah's sharp eyes are too real for it to be an illusion of a dream.
I just wanted to go home after a long shift, eat a bowl of noodles and lay in my bed. Is that too much to ask? I didn't ask for any of this!
The surroundings were too quiet. Not a soul or a single car in sight. There's only the faint smell of the burning smell in the air. If I were to scream for help, would anyone even hear me?
I regretted letting my curiosity win. I should have ignored the sound. I should have let my instinct win and run like I was being chased by the devil. For a nurse, I sure have no basic survival instinct!
It was too late to back out now. I have already seen everything. The image of him wearing all black while holding a gun and a dead man on his feet is more clear now. My eyes didn't fail to notice the blood on his chest and neck.
The night was cold, but Uriah's aura is even colder.
I remained frozen on my feet as if I was hit by lightning under my skin. All the hairs on my body stood when I realized that yes, this man–this criminal–remembers me.
"s**t!" I cursed and backed out slowly when I finally regained my composure. I didn't waste any time and ran with all the strength I had in me.
"Anabeth!" He shouted from behind me. The sound of my name on his lips sent a terrifying shiver down my spine.
I didn't look back or let my steps falter because I know that the moment I do, he will kill me. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to run far when he grabbed me. His grip was fast and strong and he didn't leave any room for me to fight. I pleaded as if he would hear my plea.
"Let me go, Uriah!" I screamed, fighting against his strong hold. I tried to kick him, punch him and claw at his face, but he only accepted it all. He only stared deep into my eyes and whispered in a deep voice.
"Now that I found you again, I am not letting you go." He repeated his earlier words.
His voice warmed my skin, not because of anger but for fear of what he'll do to me. Another part of me felt a strange emotion towards the man, but I refused to entertain it.
Before I could respond, he yanked his neck tie and used it to cover my eyes. I gasped a little, feeling the rough yet expensive cloth preventing me from seeing. He guided me somewhere without saying anything. I couldn't fight him and I couldn't find my voice no matter how much I wanted to scream.
A part of me wants to know the truth about this man. The man that once held my body possessively like I was his. The twin of the man I held in my heart for a long time.
The car was moving fast. I could feel every turn, break, the continuous whispers of the men around me.
"We're safe." I heard Uriah say.
A moment later, I felt him carry me out of the car. He was so close that I could smell the strong aroma of his perfume which was a mixture of dark spice and musk. The smell was strong, but his presence was even more so.
When the blindfold was removed, I found that I was in a spacious and fancy bedroom. There were lots of books on the shelf, guns on the other that made me shiver in fear. The smell of the room was similar to his.
Uriah was sitting in the arm hair, still wearing his dark coat. He stared at me without a hint of a smile on his face, but he wasn't angry either. He was just... staring.
"Where the hell am I?" I demanded, attempting to act brave but my voice still gave me away.
"Welcome to my home," he replied calmly. "From now on, you are not allowed to leave this house."
"What?! Are you crazy? You're a criminal! I saw you kill someone!"
He grinned, as if he was entertained by my reaction. "I know. That's why you will stay here where I can see you."
"You can't lock me up—"
"Actually, I can and I will. Do you have any idea what I can do, Anabeth?" He stood up, his steps were heavy as he approached. "You saw things that you shouldn't. Don't worry, I won't hurt you. I'll protect you. But in return... you are mine now."
I stepped away from him. "What will you do to me? Rāpe me? Torture me?" I spat angrily, my body shaking in fear.
"But I didn't touch you, remember?" He stepped closer, closing the distance between us. "But be honest, that night, you wanted me to, right? You craved for my twin's touch even if you didn't know it was me."
I swallowed, unable to answer. Not because it was true, but because I didn't want to admit it to myself.
He stopped, walking away from me and I sighed in relief. He went to his desk and pulled out a folder.
"Based on your uniform, you are a nurse, but that is enough for me. From now on, you are a doctor."
I frowned. "What do you mean?"
"Congratulations, Anabeth. You're now the official doctor of the King Mafia."
My mouth fell with a sharp gasp. "Excuse me?!"
"Don't worry, you won't be a slave here. You will have your own room, food, and security. You belong to us now."
He turned his back on me and went to the door. "You should rest. Tomorrow, you will have a patient early in the morning. My men need someone like you they can trust. I trust no one, Anabeth, but with you, I can always make an exception."
"But why me? Why does it have to be me? Don't I have the right to refuse? I have a life too." I asked, almost a whisper.
He stopped in the doorway, silence lingering in the air between us for a second before he looked at me again.
"Because you saw the dark side of me and you didn't run fast enough, bunny."
When he left, I fell on the soft bed, my hands were still shaking. Everything feels like a bad dream–a nightmare.
Is there no way for me to escape Uriah King?
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