The Mafia Kings Controversial Bride

7.

The mafia king did not expect Denyefa to just sit back and follow his plan. But he decided to give it a try and see what happened. If not for anything, he loved the girl's wit. She reminded him of his daughter.

Cassidy continued to stroke his hair as she lay beside him. Truly, his mind was not at rest with Denyefa among the other men. She would survive, she always had a way of doing so.

At past midnight, Denyefa had not come up to him. The king, despite his anxiety, found himself smiling.

Denyefa had surely escaped, he was one hundred per cent sure she had.

Out in the passages and corridors of the large house, Denyefa escaped the guards chasing her, running towards where she knew not. Her legs could only keep moving away from the danger she sensed. Her heart raced in her chest as she turned the corner almost falling to her face. She quickly stood up and took off again. Nowhere in that house felt safe. Going to Dante's room would only implicate him.

The demarcation between the king's main quarters and the rest of the house was desolated as usual. The king had employed machines to guard that area after midnight while the guards mounted the inner and enclosed hallways and passages. He did not trust the men who might sleep on duty. Denyefa threw one leg after the other as she ran down the passage, trying not to make much sound. It was a technique she learned as a mercenary. It helped her escape the most dangerous of situations.

Seeing the guards were catching up with her, she quickly changed her plans of taking the stairs to the next floor. She made an abrupt stop at one of the windows, quickly opened and climbed onto it. She wedged herself between the window frames and calculated the distance between herself and the adjacent window bordering the other hallway. She looked down at the two-storey drop to the ground below and gulped. That was not her first time taking such a risky jump. She looked back at the men closing in on her and back out the window. The moon shone on her face and she wished on it for a lucky jump.

She let go of the window, pushing herself upward in the air in a projectile motion. Landing on the other side, she wedged herself with the window frames and used one of her legs to break the glass open. Behind her, the guards watched in annoyance. She climbed down the window and hurried off down the passage. Rushing down the stairs, she skipped a couple of them to reach the base faster.

Slowing her pace, she passed the guards in the hallway close to the bar, trying to act normal so they wouldn't suspect anything. Just as she passed by them one of the guards received a message concerning her escape on his communication device and his expression changed towards her.

Immediately Denyefa took off into the next hallway by the corner then down another flight of stairs into the large exquisite living room and the dark kitchen on the ground floor. She quickly picked up a knife and hid under a table. Her intent was not to fight but these guards tested her patience.

All the workers had gone so the kitchen was empty. The back door which the workers used when retiring to their quarters for the day was locked. Thankfully the cooks had once shown her where they usually hung the keys. As a child she loved to spend her time in the kitchen and the cooks had grown fond of her.

She quickly opened the door and rushed out into the open fields. Nowhere in the house was safe. By now all the guards should have known of her escape and were ready to seize her and send her back to the king. There was a large expanse of land behind the mansion. on it was a particular tree Denyefa usually visited whenever she wanted to escape punishment as a child.

She scanned the area under the moonlight and looked back at the house. A guard might burst through the back door at any moment. She stuck to the wall and hid under the shadows as far as it could lead her. On getting to the edge, she stopped, looked around and made a run for the garden. The air felt cold on her skin and the lingerie did not help matters. Some distance away from the garden, the tree stood in all its grandeur, Denyefas saving grace.

She staggered towards it, the pain in her leg had come back. When she finally got to the tree, she plopped down on the ground beneath it.

Her breath, jagged and heavy, found its way out of her as she leaned back on the tree. She looked down at the plaster Dante had put on her wound earlier. Thankfully it was still intact.

What was she to do now? The king was surely going to punish her the next morning. Beneath that tree was the only place she could stay away from his notice. No one visited the fields except the gardeners who barely noticed Denyefa at the fields with them.

Her escape today was a narrow one. It only served to alert the king. Next time he would make sure she did not have the chance to run away. Then he would have his way with her.

She remembered one of the top officials who had first approached her. He held her close, digging his fingers into the flesh on her buttocks as he practically licked her skin. Did they see her as some sort of food? If they were hungry she would happily cook meals for them instead of being subjected to such treatment. Just because the king said she could have any of them for herself doesn't mean she was going to have them. She was indeed lucky to have escaped.

Tears rolled down her cheeks and she quickly wiped it off. She's not much of the crying type. She stopped seeing the use of tears after all those years of crying and pleading to the king to release her and he paid deaf ears. There was no use crying so she just sat on the ground there, imagining what her fate would be the next day. Her situation was hopeless and it made her numb. Sadness was not going to help any bit, neither was self-pity or pleading. The king was still going to try and have his way with her and she had no plan of escaping him. Tomorrow was a day she did not look forward to.