บททั้งหมดของ His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession : บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

>>>>Who is Dawn?>>>>> The drive to my dorm happens in companionable silence but my mind is a battleground of thoughts. The images of the dead man I saw in Dima’s basement keep flickering in my mind at any chance. My hands fist on my thighs and my jaw set. As if noticing the tension ripping my insides in shreds, Akim asks, his English heavily accented and barely understandable. “What do you? Shits happen?” For the first time since I knew him as one of Dima’s byki, Akim’s talking to me. Except for responding to my greeting and reciprocating the salutation he never regards me. But now he does which means the tension, fear and doubt are visible on my face and body. “I’m fine. All good.” I tell him and unfurl my balled fist. My phone rings and when I slip it from my bag, I see Lilly’s name staring at me. I answer the call. “Did you run with your, Mr. President again? Huh?” She asks. I know she’ll kick her brows up while throwing the question at me. I exhale and shrug even though

>>>>He was paid.>>>> Loud music filters through my ears and I relax against the railing of the VIP section of Benson’s club, dragging sips from my mojito cocktail. My eyes overlook the dancing floor where bodies move in tandem with each other. Males hold females by their waist, grazing their bulging cocks to the ladies' asses. Cocktail glasses hover above some people’s heads as they drink and rock their bodies. Billows of smoke fill the air as people take drags from their pot and cig. Benson’s club is brisk with immoral activities and I love watching it. I savor the lack of morals. I love watching what others would deem evil. Suddenly, the DJ changes the music and the people yell in happiness and their bodies start grinding with reckless abandon against each other. Men skid their hands through the ladles' barely clad chest, feeling their round tits in the palm of their hands. Some saw their lips against each other. The air explodes with sexual tension. The strippers rise to the s

*Knight in a shining armor.*Heart sprinting with intense ferocity, breath coming out in violent pants, and my feet pounding on the hardwood floor, I run for my life. “Mom!!” Miles bellows as the rattling of the gunshots rages over the walls of our house. Feet pound with a heart-wrenching thud against the floor as the men draw closer. My eyes are filled with tears and my eardrums with white noise as the knowledge that today will be my last dawn on me. I’ll die without getting to know the real me. My real name…real family…real identity. I race as fast as my feet can carry me. I rush and duck under the stairs as the muzzle of their guns spits bullets like a tornado of rage. I can hear my ferocious breathing even amidst the gunshots. Suddenly, like a slow motion, I clasp my hand over my ears willing the sounds to die out as images fill my mind. ***Flashback***“Papa!” The little girl well adorned with a fairytale dress calls out. I can’t see the faces clearly. It’s all a blur. But

***I am his to claim.***“My new place?” Surprised, I taste Dima’s words on my lips and honestly, I find it confusing. Is he doing this to uplift my mood and make me forget about the dead bodies that is Miles and my mother? I let my eyes fall shut as images of their dead, frozen bodies spiral through me. I was trying to calm myself earlier but it only worked when Dima held me with his pudgy hand. I felt his lips moving against mine in my shallow slumber and it helped me to relax further. The fear that brim me rid off and a sense of safety took over. Now, I feel incredibly safe with Dima by my side. I feel like he's the only one that can truly protect me from harms way. And he's proven it tonight. Tonight he fought my attackers in rage, wanting nothing but to shield me, to protect me. Dima’s my breastplate. My protector. My dangling legs jerk in his arms as he shepherds me into the exotic apartment complex’s foyer. There’s no one around as we head into the elevator and D

***Two dark souls.***I jerk awake and quickly notice the weight pressing against me. It’s not too heavy, no…it’s light, slender, and most of all, soft. I circle my brawn arm around it, pressing the weight deeper against me. Rypka, I murmur. I love how her body fits against mine. How she depends on me for safety, even in the depth of her slumber. And always, I want to provide her with nothing but safety. I want to be her fortification, the only place where peace, safety, and joy will belie her. A smile ghosts across my lips as I hold her but sadly, it soon evaporates as my mind begins to filter through her words a while ago. She’s afraid that I’ll eventually grow tired of her and leave. Something that’s furthest from my mind. I can’t…I can’t ever leave the only woman that shows me the right amount of love my mother showed me when she was alive. I can’t shove away the only place from whence I receive peace. Dawn is my solace and I always want to be hers. When those words dropped