Playing With The Deadliest Mafia Boss

Coming To Atlanta

Zoey's pov

My heart pounded as fear washed over me while I continued to run. My pursuer was gaining on me, and I couldn't understand why he was chasing me or what I had done to deserve this. He was armed with a gun, and questions raced through my mind. What was really happening?

As I dashed forward, I spotted a crowd of people ahead and quickly maneuvered my way through them, desperate to escape this man who seemed intent on taking my life.

"Excuse me, please make way," I whispered, the tension and fear evident in my voice. But it seemed no one noticed or cared about my distress. Exhaustion threatened to take hold, and I felt like I couldn't run any longer. Suddenly, I collided with a man as I pushed through the crowd and fell to the ground.

I looked back, hoping to see my pursuer, but he had vanished. Had he blended into the crowd, still pursuing me?

"Hey, pretty lady, what's the problem?" a deep voice sounded, snapping me out of my thoughts which made me shift my gaze to its direction. It was the man I ran into when I was trying to pave my way out of the crowd.

"You look scared and worried. Has something happened to you?" the man asked with a look of surprise on his face. I couldn't say a word; my body kept on shivering. It was the first time I had ever seen a man pointing a gun at me and even made an attempt to take a shot. It was out of luck and miracle that I barely escaped.

"You are very beautiful. You seem to be lost. Talk to me, dear," the young man asked while lending me a hand. I kept on looking back, at all my angles, thinking I would see the assassin, but it was futile; the crowd blocked my view.

"S-someone is chasing me," I stuttered, barely able to talk, as I tried to explain to the man in my front.

"You mean someone is chasing you? But for what reason? Did you take something from the person?" the man asked curiously with a pale face of surprise. "By the way, my name is John. Please, young lady, let me do the honor by helping you out on this. Please stand." The man said with a smile, with his hand still stretched in my direction. I held his hand and stood up from the ground.

Suddenly I felt this sense of unease about the man and how he was staring at me; his eyes scanning through my body, like a prey targeting its target. And the most annoying part is that this man eyes was mostly set on my br**st.

After standing up, I looked back and saw the assassin guy who was previously chasing me with a gun standing at the other edge of the road glaring at me. He gave me a taunting smile, then flung the cap of his hoodie onto his head and walked away into a dark alley.

I sighed in relief as I saw the man walk away. My throat was completely dry; I needed water to drink at the moment. I started coughing deeply. The man who seemed like a saviour in front of me, tried to help. He held my hands while patting me on my shoulder. "Easy lady, I can see you need help."

Suddenly his hand moved from where it was supposed to be to where it was not welcome, diving its way to my bra then straight to my breast, I glared at him with anger, trying to grasp what he was up to. I pushed his hand away and moved back.

"Thank you but I don't need your help, I need to go," I muttered as I tried to walk forward while staggering. "It looks like you need water," the man asked. "Please let me help you. I can get you water from the restaurant, or even food if you want."

I needed water at the moment, due to the far distance run I did. but mainly looking at this imposter, I became more scared; I think he has bad intentions towards me. It was never my thing to talk to strangers on the road; I clearly prohibited that, and now that I am in Atlanta, one of the most unsafe places to walk in at night, I need to be careful.

"No thank you, sir, I'm really grateful for your hospitality, but I need to go," I groaned, walking forward with my stained clothes full of mud, if it's not for one thing,I could have been dead.

My sister was at the train station waiting for me while I stepped out to get some food for us. I was born and raised in New York, but due to difficulties my sister and I faced, I had no choice but to look for an alternative. I contacted one of my childhood friends, Rowan, and explained our situation. He advised me to come to Atlanta and stay with him, promising to help me find a job once we arrived. I agreed and flew to Atlanta with my sister with the hope of Rowan helping us.

When we got to Atlanta, I called Rowan, and he told me to wait at the train station while he come to pick us up. We waited for a long time, and as it was getting dark, we grew tired and hungry. That was when I decided to go get some snacks in any nearby restaurant.

On my way back, I was suddenly confronted and attacked by an unknown man dressed in a black hoodie. He dragged me to an abandoned building while using a sack to cover my face, completely blocking my view. He threw me to the ground with force, pulled out a gun, and aimed it at my head. Just as he was about to pull the trigger, I kicked him hard in the stomach, causing him to miss his shot and fall to the ground. Seizing the opportunity, I quickly got up and ran away. He chased after me, but I managed to escape.

"Young lady, I can help you; just give me a chance. I am not a bad person, neither trying to take advantage of your situation, to hurt you," the man who introduced himself as John said with a calm voice, trying to convince me of his evil thoughts, his voice purely evident lies, I could tell by the way he talks.

"You liar, get away from me," I muttered thoughtfully then walked away from him.

I began hearing his footsteps narrowing my movement. "What's this? Is this how Atlanta is really unsafe? Everybody wants to hurt me in this city. What have I done?" I mumbled to myself as I increased my speed towards the train station.

The man kept on chasing me; I tried to run faster, but I was exhausted, another episode race had caught up to me. I fell to the ground and tried to stand up but couldn't; my ankle got twisted by the fall. I made a loud groaning sound as the pain struck me intensely. The exact place I fell was on the opposite junction to the train station, and it was very dark, Due to the late hours.

The man used this to his advantage and caught up to me. He climbed over my body, pinning both my hands to the ground. He used both his legs putting mine at the center of his and pinned them tightly to the ground. I tried to struggle my way out, but it was futile.

"Hey! Hey! sexy lady, don't act like a kid; it's not going to hurt. I will make it fast and sweet. Once I'm done with this, I promise you a thousand dollars, so stay calm," the man spat as he tried to convince me, his voice and breath smelling alcohol, I could tell he was badly drunk.

"Let me go, you bastard," I groaned while trying to force my way out. "Please let me go," I begged with fear, my heart racing into oblivion.

It was surprising that Atlanta turned out to be this way; this was not how it was before. It was entirely a nice place to stay. What really happened, or is it at night that all this tends to happen?

The man brought his lips close to my neck running it at the surface then started kissing. I squeezed my face in disgust, my fingers curled into each other. completely helpless, all I could do was feel the lips of the bastard on my neck.