The two options

Micaela P.O.V.

When he asked me to turn, I hide my face with the hand bag. What if he was my husband guards? What if my husband assigned him to kill me and, in my absurdity, I served myself hiding inside his car? All these theories my mind came up with felt so true to myself. He is an unpredictable man and can do anything out of anger? However, when this man loud dangerous voice ordered me to drop the bag my body shook with indescribable terror and the bag sipped from my hands.

"P... Please... don't... kill me." I implored helplessly. I was scared to my bones when his shoes clicked the concrete plastered road making me aware of his approaching steps.

Click... Click...Click....

After waiting for few minutes which felt like an hour, I peeled my lashes and the world stilled around me. My eyes were staring at the same man in fear and trepidation.

Clad in suit like some businessman tycoon his steps were firm and intimidating. I took a step back. He was taller, must be above six feet height, his black hair combed back, firm sets of jaw covered in a dusting of dark bristles, high cheekbones and sharp eyes with the colour of chocolate dark brown- sinful looks that ready to rob me of the ability to breath. He moves his body with sheer confidence like some leader and his aura screams an invincible power of dominance around him.

Although he is dressed in business suit like some CEO of some multinational company but something, the way he carries himself, gives strong, dangerous and deadly vibes.

And the moment he pointed the gun back at me my eyes widened and heartbeat increased faster. He was a dangerous person!!!

"Who are you and what the fuck were you doing in my car?" He growled menacingly. His tone filled with anger.

The same tone my husband uses upon his men and when he was angry with me. When he punishes me for no fault.

My body trembled and chest constricted before spilling new sets of tears.

"I...I'm...Micaela..."I mumbled. His lips in a slow motion curved up in a smirk and his eyes gleam brightly.

"Micaela..." His voice deep and it vibrates throughout my body. He glanced back for once and took few steps back and leaned leisurely against the bonnet of his car with his long legs crossed. I watched his shiny black shoes which front side has reflection of brightness of the sun.

"What is your last name and what were you doing in my car?" He interrogated. My eyes shot up at him who's free hand shuffling inside his pant pocket and ducked out a packet of cigarette. With his thumb he removed the paper lid and bringing the packet closer taking between his teeth dragged one stick out. Then he put the packet inside his pocket and with the lighter burn the end and drag a puff of smoke when his brown orbs zeroed on me. His brows rose up questioningly as he released the smoke in the air. I inhaled a deep breath nervously and pondered what and how much should I tell him.

"Are you testing my patience. If... then don't... because I'm not a patient man." he took a long drag and then releasing the smoke in the air continued, "Let me self-introduce myself. I'm sure you have heard the name Adan Leandro." His voice chilling calm but the danger was evident.

My whole body froze. I stared at him numb. "Yes, that's me!"

Adan Leandro. The mafia king of Spain. I ran from one deadly man and my destiny brought me in front of another deadlier and dangerous one.

"Micaela Ruiz. My name is Micaela Ruiz." I spoke calmly. I'm not going back to Albert and be his toy, his showpiece. No matter what, I won't let anyone take away my new freedom. So, I lied.

I gulped my dry throat before resuming. "My parents were dead. My step mom sold me off to an old man and I fled from my house when his men stalked me and I hid in your car." Once more I lied to him. My words came out effortlessly. My heart drummed inside my chest and hoped that he would believe me.

My gaze was on the floor the entire time.

"Hmmm."

I lift my lashes and peered at him. Did he believe me and would let me go? But his expression was unpredictable. Adan Leandro was someone whose path I shouldn't have crossed but fate played. I was never lucky. There was complete silence between us.

"I will give you two options." He continued and threw the butt of the cigarette and rubbed his one foot over it. Taking ample steps, he approached me. The way his eyes darkened and roved over my body, I trembled. His other hand still holds the gun.

He stood face to face with one hand distance between us.

"One: You will work for me." He spoke calmly and pointed the gun between my eyes; however, the barrel wasn't touching my skin.

" Two: I will shoot you for trespassing in my car." He ended with a hard gaze sending a chill down my spine. I can feel the harsh intensity of his words over my skin.

Just because I hid in his car, he is going to kill me!!!

He can do it. I have heard a lot about his ruthless side, how he kills men without any mercy through Albert's mouth.

I won't work for him. For a gang leader. Killing, smuggling. God knows what kind of work he wants me to do.

He watched my face intently waiting for an answer. I sucked a deep breath and licked my lips. His eyes followed my movement and I noticed a glint shining in those brown orbs.

"I'm sorry. please let me go." I answered meekly. His eyes narrowed with my reply as if he wasn't expecting this.

"There is no third option. Either works for me or die." His face was hard again and he glared at me.

"What kind of work?" My question brought a mysterious smirk to his face. My eyes widened when I realized what work he meant. No. No. Never. I won't let another man use me for their sick pleasure.

My body turned cold and I was restless anticipating what he meant.

"I need a maid in my mansion." After his answer, I stared at him in confusion.

"Just a maid?" I asked perplexed. Not understanding his intention. This time he smiled. The same malicious smile as before.

"Yes. Only a maid." I nodded and rapidly blinked my lashes. Accepting his option and not denying seems like a wise decision. I know he is my husband's business associate and if by any chance he comes across my identity, he would send me back to my husband's dungeon. So, I have to trade smartly.

"What will I have to do?"

"Basic things like cooking and cleaning."

Schooling my features, I nodded my head and spoke, "Okay. Anything else?" He pushed himself away from the car and stalked near my like some predator. My fingers clasp and unclasp in a fist with anticipation.

Now he was standing within an inch gap between us. He leans down to my level. His unique wood and cinnamon cologne invaded my nostrils and my stomach tightens. My throat dries up when his lips were near my ear as he whispers.

"I will let you know if I need anything else, but for the time being I want a maid." Hot breath from his mouth fanned my earlobe and goosebumps erupt over my skin and I gulped.

Why was he standing so...so close?

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