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Mafia’s Plaything (#1 of Mafia Series)
Mafia’s Plaything (#1 of Mafia Series)
Author: Kiara Nicole

Prologue - Captured by the Mafia Lord

~PAMELA

The sounds of gunshots resonated in the air and I flinched.

I looked up at the woman seated opposite me in horror. We were currently in a cabin, deep in the woods, far from civilization. I had found refuge in it for some days. These people had welcomed me in.

"What was that?" The woman asked.

I could not remember her name since I kept forgetting. There was also a man with us. I could not remember his name either. I was too stuck in my own problems to care about theirs. Yet it felt wrong since these people had taken me in.

"I'll check it out," I muttered as I shakily got to my feet.

I noticed the man come out of one of the rooms abruptly. He stopped in the corridor and gave me a questioning but worried glare. I exhaled sharply and turned to the window. I prayed and hoped deep within my heart that it was not what I was thinking.

But the moment I looked out the window, my heart sank deep within my ribcage. My breathing accelerated and a sharp pain cut across my forehead. A migraine was about to begin.

About three cars were driving our way, through the trees of the woods.

I let out a gasp as I turned to face them. "They found me!" I exclaimed in a shaky voice.

The woman stared at me in confusion. "What do you mean, child?"

"No matter what I do, he will always find me," I muttered to myself rather than to her.

I felt fear creep up my spine. My body began to tremble uncontrollably. I could not go back. I could not let him take me back!

"How did he find me? Why can't he just leave me alone?" I said in a trembling voice. Tears filled up my eyes and I knew that it was only a matter of time before I began to cry.

I turned back at the windows and saw that they were almost here. I could not sit around and wait for them to catch me. I had to run away. There was a back door in the kitchen, so I ran to it.

"What are you doing? Where are you running to?" The woman called out.

The man too turned to me. "Pamela? What is going on? Who are those people? What are you running from?" One man asked.

But I did not feel entitled to answer them. I was too scared of the man after me than them. I needed to get to safety and that safety was anywhere in the world that the man after me was not in.

I pulled the door open and raced out into the woods. It was probably a selfish thing to do considering that they had been very nice to me but I had no choice. The evil man had made me this way.

As I ran through the woods, images of my prosecutor flashed through my mind and caused my fear to increase ten folds.

His brown eyes flashed before my eyes and I felt my skin crawl with fear.

"How could he find me?" I cried as I continued to run.

I tripped and almost fell but I caught myself against a tree and resumed my sad efforts at escaping. I heard the sound of a river up ahead. I was close. I hoped and prayed that there was a boat waiting for me. It there was not any, then I was obviously doomed.

I broke through the trees and found myself on the thousand pebbles that ruled the riverbank. I jumped in excitement when I saw the boat waiting on the riverbank closest to the water.

It may seem that I was going to be lucky today.

I reached the boat in a heartbeat and was about to push it into the water when something hit my head hard from behind.

I let out a scream and went down. Fortunately, someone caught me in his arms. At first, I could only see the silhouette of his face looking down at me.

My vision began to stagger in and out of focus. The world began to spin and I could hardly make sense of my surroundings.

Until I spotted his brown eyes.

My heart shattered into a thousand pieces. He had found me.

Yet my prosecutor gently caressed my hair with his warm hands and my treacherous body reacted to his touch. I felt electric sensations scatter across my face before travelling down the rest of my body.

Suddenly, his mood changed and he pulled on my hair. I let out a whimper in pain. Tears escaped my eyes immediately.

I wished I could fight him off. This was my prosecutor. I hated and loved him at the same time. It was the most toxic relationship ever and it was happening to me.

He leaned closer to my face. "You will pay dearly for trying to leave me. . ." he whispered.

My eyes went even wider with shock as the information sank into my brain. My breathing accelerated as darkness started to creep upon my vision again.

He placed a warm kiss on my forehead and went ahead to hug me tightly against his chest as if all was well. Yet as I felt my consciousness slipping away from me, I could not help but think about how I met him.

If only I had known, if only I had missed the blind date. If only I had not met him, then I would not be here today. I would have probably been in my house, resting on my warm bed with no care for anyone obsessing over me.

But it was too late now. What was done was done. I was too far gone down the path and I did not think that anyone could save me again.

As my eyes began to close completely, the same thought came back to my head again.

Why did I go for the blind date?

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