Claimed by a Possessive Mafia Lord

“I’m s-sorry *hiccup* I won’t try to run again *hiccup*,” Kayla pleaded when she saw him coming towards her like a grim reaper. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as he closed the last of the distance between them, backing her into a corner of the room. She closed her eyes and covered them with her palms, unable to endure his dark gaze. He gently lowered her hands, but a frown appeared on his face when he saw that her eyes were still closed. “Look at me, Kayla...” he demanded, his voice filled with an emotion he struggled to conceal. He let go of her hands and cupped her face. “Open your eyes...” he tried a little more gently this time. Kayla slowly lifted her eyelids, finally meeting his gaze. A rare smile flitted across his lips when his eyes met the stunning golden-brown eyes of the girl who had captured his attention like no one else. “Will you *hiccup* p-punish me?” she asked. “For what you did, there will be consequences. Don’t you think so, Malyshka?” he replied, his expression unreadable. Before she could say another word, he stepped aside and gestured toward the bed. “W-what are you *hiccup* doing!?” she asked nervously. “Sit down. We need to talk,” he stated firmly. Kayla hesitated before sitting on the edge of the mattress. He pulled a chair closer and sat across from her, his piercing gaze never leaving her face. “And now, you're going to tell me exactly why you tried to run away,” he said, his voice calm but commanding.