BOUNDED TO A MAFIA KING

STRANGE NIGHT {WHO ARE YOU}

"Let her go." A husky voice interrupted a cold voice that sent a wave of shivers coursing through her.

The bad man's widened gaze fixed firmly on the man that just intruded.

Heck! How the hell did he get in here? The door was all locked up.

The man was wearing a black mask that suited perfectly with his huge black garment. He looked much like a real gangster.

Roseline covered her wet and shocked face with her palms as she shivered so vigorously at her spot. The scene was too terrific for her.

"And who the hell are you to tell me what to do, huh, and how the hell did you even get in here in the first place? Oh, you must be the hero. Well, good thing you came 'cause you're dying alongside her," the man blurted out impulsively, and Roseline quivered.

"Let her go," he repeated, with loads of warning clear in his voice.

The man scoffed.

"So what if I don't?!" He challenged contemptuously and sneered.

"Then forget your last wish!" The masked man said, his voice frosty and dry.

Roseline's tears had already stopped subconsciously, but her heart was still slamming hard against her rib cage. That she thought she'd end up having a tremor soon.

She firmly bites her lips in fear as her eyes shut tightly. No... she would rather not open her eyes... Never! Her whole life, she has never witnessed something so scary as this before.

The man scoffed and held her neck, using her as a shield.

"Don't even dare take a step closer, or I'll slaughter her here, right in front of you!" The man violently threatened.

Roseline felt a shiver run down her spine, and she gulped down nothing; her body trembling tremendously as her eyes shut tightly.

She's sweating profusely as a result of the torture she had received. Her hair was loosened and all messy, but at least hiding her innocent face from the terrifying scene she was trying to avoid.

The next thing she heard was a tinkly sound that seemed as though something fell off... Wait, is that the knife...

She heard a sharp groan, and the tight grip on her loosened at once, and then she weakly fell on her side, as though the bad man nudged her.

She crawled to the door weakly, her palms scraping against the cold, gritty floor as she struggled to catch her breath, her body trembling convulsively.

And she opened the door...

The masked man had expertly thrown the empty glass cup he was holding violently behind his threatening hand, and the knife fell off his hand. He let out a sharp groan and subconsciously nudged the girl away.

Before he could budge again, the masked man was already standing right in front of him with the same knife. It was now his turn to be enveloped in consternation.

The twitching pain was still battling hard with him, and his gaze widened in terror when he noticed the horrific statue before him.

He was unable to swallow his spit because the masked man was now grasping hard on his neck, pinning him against the wall.

His mouth was slightly agape, as his face widened in horror.

The masked man penetrated the shiny silver knife into his left eye unhesitatingly, and a loud, harrowing noise enshrouded the whole room.

He didn't withdraw.

Instead, he whirled the knife slowly and intentionally, increasing the sharp, high-pitched tone, wholly occupying the room.

The music was loud, but his harrowing voice was the only thing musical in his ears.

Then he withdrew sharply and mercilessly at once, and blood dipped down the shiny silver knife along with what looked like a ball... No... It's an eyeball. His eyeball slithered down the blooded knife.

The one-eyed man, who seemed already dead, now rested idly on the hand that was still holding on to his neck tightly.

His remaining eye widened in horror, and blood gushed out of his agape mouth as he felt something steeled pierce into his tummy.

The masked man had traced the bloody knife down his abdomen and thrust the knife inside him mercilessly.

As though that weren't enough, he withdrew and pierced the knife into his belly again.

The man's scream had died off already, as though it had never existed. And the place was hell-silent once again, just like the toilet it was once before.

There were stains all over the mirror and walls, not even sparing the beautifully prepared bathtub that had some spread-out red rose petals in it. Revolutionizing the water into a bloody cherry red and transforming the elegant room into a blood resort.

He pulled out rashly, and blood splashed across his face.

He let go of his pinned neck while he moved two steps backward, and the dead body fell aggressively with a loud thud.

The dead man's eyes widened, and his mouth was agape as the result of the pain he went through before giving up, thus illustrating a living dead.

The masked man moved to the sink and dropped the bloodied knife. He carefully took off the stained mask, and his curly hair cascaded down as if like a downpour covering his face.

He pressed the soap squirter button, and white foams bubbled over the bloodied knife. Then, he rinsed it with clean water.

Irene, his personal assistant, majestically strode in, followed by two muscular men. Her presence erupted a great deal of seriousness, intensifying the vehement deluges of cold aura that already enshrouded the room.

"How's the girl?" He voiced out, asking no one in particular but expecting a reply.

"I'm sure she's perfectly fine, boss," Irene replied with incontrovertible certainty as she walked towards him with majestic confidence. Not even sparing her tiny glimpse at the dead man that blood wholly enveloped.

Her not-so-nice boss automatically printed his name as part of the victims in the 'historical horrific death record.'

She's with shampoo and more like that...

His whole black outfit with bloodstains all over it was changed in no moments into another pair of the same clothing. But the missing link was his black garment.

That didn't make him seem less different, though; he's still the perfect epitome of a devilish king of the darkest world prohibited for the innocents.

And just like that, he was back to the same handsome gentleman invited to a party.

"Clean this s**t!" He coldly ordered the men who were bowing low behind him. Then he left the scene, not looking back.

Irene followed, her all-black outfit outmatched her braided, auburn hair.

Jimmy halted abruptly as they exited the washroom and slanted his gaze sideways, matching his shoulder.

"Leave from here, Irene," Jimmy ordered.

"Um... Boss, what..."

"Go," he iterated firmly; his voice was low but frosty and filled with authority.

The light went off all of a sudden, and everywhere became sheer dark, which didn't seem to shake them at all. Then she nodded.

"Yes, boss," she firmly said. Even though she's clueless about what will happen the next minute.

Before even trying to decipher... Many rogue men clad in all black already surrounded them, leaving them no chance to escape from their clutches.

They attacked at once, but something baffled her. They're attacking them with swords...? It's not like guns don't exist anymore. Is it? What are they up to? She wasn't sure, though.

Three men attacked her violently at once. She rolled to the other side and swiftly knocked down one of them with her leg and took his sword.

She stood up immediately, dodged another sword swiftly, and grasped the owner's hand.

She twisted it back, and her left knee collided with his jaw. She instantly swayed her head sideways, dodging another sword, and then thrust her sword inside the attacker.

She pulled out immediately and twiddled, slaughtering the ones trying to attack from behind her, sending them to hell at once.

Just like Jimmy, swiftly and expertly, she slaughtered them as they attacked her, returning their violent hellos.

Jimmy killed the last one by slaughtering his throat and roughly discarding his dead body on the floor among his dead colleagues.

Irene's gaze shifted to him, and they nodded simultaneously before she immediately departed from him.

He was about to exit the long passage when he heard a bang. His gaze shifted right there, to the exit door at the end of the long passage, and he spotted someone close to the door.

It was dark, but judging by the brightness of the huge dress, he could tell the person at the door was a lady.

She was shivering hard against the wall on the left side of the door.

His gaze fixed on the exit. Then it cracked like someone was attempting to force it open.

He ran there and held her wrist firmly, his warm, calloused hand clamping over her mouth as he yanked her into the nearest room immediately.

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Moments ago...

After being saved from being assaulted by an unknown man, she crawled out of the room. Then she exited the long passage.

Her heart was slamming hard against her rib cage as she ran down the passage and exited outside, where everything was so damn silent, scaring her to death.

Just that moment, she witnessed another terrific scene. And she quickly hid herself along with her huge dress in the dark shaded place.

Then, she peeked carefully. She spotted two men fixing something unknown in a certain car that looked so damn expensive.

One man was watching out carefully while the other stayed inside the car.

The place was so damn silent that even the tiniest insect could be heard breathing. Her heart was slamming hard against her rib cage, screaming to her chest, 'Let me go.'.

She swallowed hard, trying her possible best to think. What could they be fixing in that car? They look suspicious; could it be a bomb?

Her hands subconsciously flew to her mouth with a widened gaze, realizing that could be possible; what she said could be true.

This place is very dangerous. The most dangerous place she had ever been to.

She's going to clock nineteen in weeks! And yet, she had never seen a bomb or someone fixing a bomb ever in real life until now. She only watched this type of scene in movies.

But what was going to happen now... If that car managed to explode, it would cause plenty of disputes... All the cars parked together will be blown away, and the hall isn't safe as well.

Many innocent people will die, and her friend...?

"No..." She gasped anxiously as she remembered her friend. She had done it before she realized.

Her hands flew over her mouth nervously, and her eyes widened in immense fear as she saw their heads snap towards her, and their alerted gaze captured hers. She jerked back from her hidden place in fear, knowing they now saw her.

They had pulled out their guns when the light went off. Everywhere went sheer dark. Right timing, though, allowing her to escape.

"Find her! She must not escape. One of them furiously muttered to the other, but she wasn't deaf; she heard that.

She clumsily tripped over, overwhelmed with anxiety, and instantly, she got on her heels, gripping her huge gown hard for comfort.

Overwhelmed by fear, she ran towards the exit she came from earlier.

She almost tripped over again, but she was quick to respond. She pushed the knob open and quickly ran inside.

Good thing there was a key behind it. She banged it closed and whirled the key twice.

It's locked... Her hands shivered hard. She stood behind the door and swallowed hard as she shut her eyes, sweating profusely.

No, she would rather not witness what would happen next.

Her grip on her dress tightened as she shuddered tremendously, shivering against the wall and her chest heaving ever so fast like never before.

Then suddenly, she felt a warm, brawny hand enwrapped her wrist and pull her at once.

Her eyes flew open in horror, but before she could gasp, she felt another hand cover her mouth. The next thing she saw was that she was in a room.

Shock and fear enveloped her. Her heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably, and her body was trembling terribly under his touch.

"P...please let me go..." She stuttered, bowing low. Her body shook vigorously as she nervously anticipated what was going to happen next.

"Just shut the f**k up, or I'll kill you right now!" He muttered, his voice firm and callous, sending chills down her spine.

Her heart quivered. Is she in deep trouble now? What if he's one of them? What's going to happen to her now?

She burst into tears immediately. He looked down at her coldly, and she was almost paralyzed right there at her spot.

She gulped down in fear as her gaze caught his mesmerizing blue eyes.

Her heartbeat quickened. She couldn't control it... Before closing her eyes in that washroom, she saw a pair of blue eyes that mesmerized her just like this, but she was quick to close her eyes.

Could he possibly be the masked man who saved her from being assaulted?

Hell no! It couldn't be, but she silently wished she was not in deeper trouble right now.

"W-who're you?" She spontaneously let out in a stammering, terrified voice.

"You want to die, huh?" He inquired; his voice was low but frosty, making her flinch at once.

She threw her free hand over her mouth and shook her head with immense fear.

"No, I don't want to die."

"So you just shut your dopey mouth, or I'm going to slice it off now, along with your head!" He coldly warned her and then watched out for the door.

Roseline gulped down spontaneously. She did not know who this man was, but somehow, she felt safe with him.

Could he also be in danger as well? Was he trying to save her? Why's he still holding her wrist? What was he going to do to her now?

Different questions keep pumping in her head.

A tiny part of her felt like she was safe with him, but he was terrifying her.

And no matter how much she tried, her heart still couldn't stay calm. It is better to escape earlier if she's in danger than later. It might not be possible any longer. Moreover, it's better to be safe than sorry.

So she bit hard on his hand wrapped around her wrist, and he groaned and let go.

She was about to reach for the door when the exit door broke open, making her flinch back immediately.

Jimmy held her waist at once and pulled her with him beside the huge king-size bed. He was covering her mouth, and his head was slightly bent over hers securely. Even if she was going to speak, nothing would come out.

Then, all of a sudden, the door banged open, and someone stood by the door and scanned the room. As everywhere seemed silent, he left, slamming the door behind him.

The steps died off, and everywhere became quiet again. Then he released her mouth and sighed in relief.

"P... please don't kill me," she stammered, trembling in utmost fear.

Jimmy shut his eyes tightly, his lips thinned in a straight line, seemingly frustrated.

"Stop trying to run away from me, okay, or you gonna be killed out there!" He muttered, his voice cold, sending shivers down her spine.

Then, all of a sudden, his gaze fell on her neck, and he saw traces of dried blood. He scrutinized her face, but he couldn't see anything clearly except for her beautiful hazel eyes that somewhat seemed attractive to him.

He subconsciously touched her cheek softly, making her look into his blue, captivating eyes.

Surprisingly, her heart stopped functioning that instant, and her trembling body relaxed under his calm touch.

And just like a spell, his lips clashed with hers, and for a moment, the world went still.