The next morning Maze woke up a bit late feeling something heavy pressed against her chest making her unable to breathe.
She tried to roll on her bed but couldn't as the heavyweight was pinning her in her place. She rubbed her eyes trying to desist the last traces of sleep away from her eyes.
While trying to strengthen her sore body she stretched her hand to examine what was on her and her fingers came in contact with something smooth silky as feathers.
She grabbed a handful of the soft thing her hand found and pulled it trying to throw it away. But all she got was a painful groan vibrating through her chest, "Ummrggghh"
Hearing the groan her eyes snap opened and came in contact with the muscular naked body wrapping her like a snake.
Being startled she tried to move out of his touch. The couch wasn't enough for them to move.
She squealed and shrieked out of panic and as a result, they both fall to the ground, "Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh"
"Bloody hell" the stranger cried in intense pain as she pulled his hair assuming it some feature.
Now Maze was on top of that man, but he didn't open his eyes.
"What is wrong with you?" he yelled making her more irritated.
She looked at him in disbelief, "What is wrong with me? what is wrong with you?! Why are you naked and that too why are you sleeping beside me?!" Maze managed her rebuttal ceasing her anger.
"What are you even saying? I helped you...." The stranger was justifying his action but stopped as his eyes fall on Maze, she was completely frozen in her place keeping her eyes still on something. He followed her gaze and saw where she was looking at.
She was about to scold him more but halted as something shiny next to her caught her attention. And as she carefully examined what it was she stiffened.
Her eyes widened as if it would bulge out of its socket at the sight of the Gold-inlaid Glock 19BB Gun.
Unintentionally a large scream left her mouth.
She tried to get up and ran out of the house. But it was too late for her to try.
He immediately grabbed her by her waist and stopped her movement pulling her more closer.
But she was getting overboard for him to handle and her scream was about to make him deaf. He tried a few times to make her calm but she wasn't tending to listen at all.
Out of compulsion, he threw a hard struck on her neck. With sharp pain in her neck, she fell unconscious.
A few moments later Maze regained her consciousness disoriented with a great headache. She tried to reach her throbbing forehead but something was wrong, she couldn't move a bit. she looked down, she was already tied to a chair.
Then when she noticed the topless stranger squatted on a couch across her with that shiny golden gun in his hand, scrutinizing it in a way as if it was nothing but a toy.
She wanted to plead him to let her go and she won't tell anyone about it, but she couldn't since some clothes were gauged in her mouth to stop her from making any noise.
Her tied body was shaking in fear at the sight of the dangerous man in front of her. His cold eyes were scrutinizing her every move.
Dark Brown hair, deep ocean blue eyes, sharp jawline, prominent muscles and chest covered in few scary gothic tattoos, face design would make any greek god jealous. He was everything that a cliche corrupt character needs to dictate as a bad guy. He was a bad guy under the veil of a beautiful face.
"Mi dispiacerà la tua bocca ma ricordo, se hai persino il coraggio di urlare, non penserò due volte prima di svuotare tutti i collegamenti nella tua cazzo di testa ( I am gonna disengaged your mouth but remember, if you even dare to scream I won't think twice before emptying all the bullets in your fucking head )" He dangerously said gawking at the golden gun in his hand.
Maze rolled her dry throat and swallowed in fear. Though she couldn't understand what he had said, yet his voice sent a chill down to her spine and his strong cologne suffocated her breath.
He moved a bit and removed the fabric from her mouth making her gasp in terror.
Anger rose in her, she wanted to break his nose, beat him to a pulp till he requests for mercy, "Was this your way of treating the one who tried to help you?"
He sprawled his body more comfortably on the couch as if he didn't hear her. He lifted his one brow, "Saying the one who just fainted after seeing blood. It's me who helped you." he sneered at her.
Maze felt ashamed to be unconscious yet she did try to help. And instead of appreciating, he was dissing her.
"Why did you faint? Are you haemophobic?" He asked her curiously with a mocking smirk.
His questions forced her to think about it. "Maybe..I don't know" she mumbled lowly
He creased his forehead seeing her talking to all by herself and coughed to bring her out of her reverie.
"Let me introduce myself, as from now on you have to endure me for a really long time" The stranger put the gun on the table near his hand.
She narrowed her eyes not comprehending his point. He got her confusion yet chose to ignore and continued with his talk flaunting his bare wide husky chest covered in ink.
"I am Imogen Mcmaster, mafia Master of the Italian underworld. Yesterday I was shot by some of my anti-party. And thank you for saving me twice."
"So you are the one there?! I thought you might be dead by now" Uttering this much with surprise she again started to mumble herself. She was really guilty of not helping the man over there.
"Did he follow me cause I interfered him there?! Was it all about the murder and encounter there?! Then I would tell him that I would never say anything to anyone. Then perhaps he might let me go if I convince him"
He furrowed his brows at her as he couldn't understand her at first. Staring at her mumbling face his eyes widened getting what she was trying to refer.
Before he could say anything she stated her mind, "Did you follow me till here? Swear I won't tell anyone about yesterday night" She solicited in a bit suspicious tone as she still doesn't know his motive of being here.
Her sudden confession caught him off guard. He didn't expect this at all. His savior didn't just save him once, she saved him twice.
But he managed himself and this forced him to moistened a bit.
He changed his rough attitude towards her and said more in an assuring tone, "Nope, I didn't follow you. My arrival here has nothing to do with the last night's incident. It was a pure case of coincidence." Imogen paused for a while letting her process his word before continuing,"Don't worry I will go once I recovered. Trust me, I won't even bother you till my staying here. But if you dare to annoy me with your antics... then remember, it would be your last mistake."
His growl didn't frighten her instead it made her angrier.
"What the hell !! Am I paying to...." She raised her voice but immediately shut up noticing his expression but continued to curse him in her mind.
No matter how soft he may behave yet he was a criminal. And a criminal is always a criminal. She couldn't help but gulp in fear.
'This nymph-like handsome man turned out a criminal. Should she informed the cops?!' she asked herself.
Imogen seemed to see through her thoughts. Yet he didn't blame her as it was really normal for any people to think like that.
He gave a devilish smirk.
Being twice grateful he gave her a light warning, "Don't you dare try to think about going to cops. My people are everywhere... But you could at least try once to see how nicely I can treat the conspirators"
Though according to Imogen he was being considerate but in reality, he wasn't even near being soft or gentle. His slow preach sounded it more intimidating than ever.
All Maze could see was a soulless demon slouching across her promising to squeeze her soul out of her body.
‘Should I trust him?! Should I welcome the trouble or should I just protest? It's not that he's gonna value my resolution. So, despite being reluctant, I think I should give it a try since I have no other option except for this.' Maze pinched her lower lips while pondering in her head. “Ummmm... The thing... You just..." Maze stuttered failing miserably to voice her question. His cold gaze was giving her really hard time to even breathe on let alone talk. Mustering up the left crumbled courage in her, she gripped the arm of the chair as her last straw," The thing you just said about leaving after…um…recovery, Should I believe in you?” She suspiciously looked at him trying to extract his expression from his blank face. Imogen sighed and looked at her, “I don’t lie Tinker bell, I find it futile…Though I hate to repeat my word.But let me restate once again for you," He shifted and straightened his back while assuring her through his oceany blue eyes," I would leave as soon as I recover
Maze changed into a cleaning suit and prepared to clean her house. She felt a slap of humiliation by the thought that it was already a year since she last cleaned her own house. She sighed heavily. Even before starting she commenced to feel exhausted. She picked up a mopper and began to sweep the floor very slowly like an old woman. Imogen was interestingly following her every move wondering about'how can a young and enthusiastic girl like her be this lazy'. He couldn't stop himself from gawking at her. Somehow she finished sweeping the floor and brought a bucket filled with water and
◒ Imogen ◒ I am Imogen Mcmaster. The would-be 24 years old master of the Italian mafia. But I am already performing my powers. I believe it's my right and none can snatch this away from me. This was my first time staying out of my territory. Though I forcefully entered into her life, from the first moment I laid my eyes on her, there was something special that was pulling me towards her. My fascination could be fatal to her. It's not she was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I have seen more beautiful women than her who did not hesitate to sell their bodies in exchange for my inherent money.
As expected Fred scolded Maze for omitting work without permission for a day, yelled at her, even warned to dismiss her from the job. Slowly a week passed, that too very peacefully. He was the weirdest Mafia she has ever seen who completely nullified her knowledge about gangsters that she gathered reading novels and some from movies as well. He was exceedingly rude, way additionally straightforward in dissing her and pointing out all her flaws that too without having the slightest bit of apologies on his face. And not but the least he was indifferent to everything. As if nothing had happened except for passing rude comments on everything with putting on an emotionless face. But he was a bit sweet too. Every day Imogen cooked food and washed dishes for her. Actually, he did this for himself but thanks to his effort. At least because of this, she could get to eat something nice daily. &
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh !! What the hell" Maze screamed covering her mouth to stop the pile of bile rose to her throat. Her eyes bulged out in fear as if they would just pop out of her socket just now.While having a heated conversation with Maze, Imogen noticed some uninvited presence there. And his suspicion got confirmed as soon as he saw a dark shadow subtly moving at the side of where Maze was. Gu
◔ Maze ◔I am just try
◔ Maze ◔I was already regretting deciding to do everything all alone by myself. I should have at least call Jesha.
From the moment Maze stepped outside of her house she didn't notice that two pairs of mysterious eyes were following her continuously. When she entered the police station owner of those eyes were waiting to abduct her the instant she would step out.