Semua Bab Enslaved for six months: Seducing a Mafia Boss: Bab 31 - Bab 39

Kiara's pov:Echoes of gunshots and grenades engulfed the air….Their shrill cries advanced with the choking air, unfurling chaos inside her tiny head and painfully attacking the little girl's sanity.A little girl sat helplessly on the floor, scared as she was being traumatized by the piles of human cadavers lying scattered around, amidst the fire explosion. As the environment got deeply engulfed with hot flames, so did the innocent wails increase, singing a hopeless song. She was just there, her little eyes witnessing the ugly situation. Her eyes were blinded with hot tears, just as her heart shattered into several pieces. No one seemed to have noticed her, for they all seeked solace and their own safety, abandoning the little girl at the mercy of the flames."Mom!!! dad!!!..." She wailed, sobbing.Like a miracle, an elderly man appeared in front of her, his clothes covered in blood from the shootings and war."Don't worry child, mama and papa are in a nice place," he spoke softly,

Kiara's pov: "What are you? a friend or foe?" The unfamiliar voice repeated, this time the gruffness of his voice doubled. My heart dropped inside my stomach. I felt my breath cease at once as my soul dissipated. I knew I was guilty but was this going to be it? The moment I finally die? Maybe? "I–" I coughed and spluttered, tears coursing down my face. "Be reasonable with your answer because both have consequences," He warned, shoving the pistol inside my hair. What does he mean by that? That meant either way I was already trapped. "I…I'm a slave," I replied instead, closing my eyes and praying silently that he doesn't pull the trigger. "And What's a slave doing here?" He asked. I tried to turn but he fixed the gun firmly on my head. "One shot and you die. Don't try anything funny, raise your hands," I lifted my hands slowly above my head with trepidation, literally angst. No…I can't die this way. The adrenaline surging through me whispered two words - fight o

Lucas's pov:The next day, my schedule was free so I was going to meet up with Kelvin and his step brother. These unremitting wars had to be abrogated.Inside the shower room, I took a quick bath. With a towel tied to my waist, I walked out, desiccating my moist hair with a piece of woolen towel.On stepping out, I ceased my steps as my eyes rested on her figure. She was still here, bringing out the clothes I asked her to wash from the wardrobe.I observed her, she was wearing a mini skirt, probably the one I bought her. I noticed she was always wearing baggies to conceal her sexy shape."Why are you still here?" I asked, taking a seat on the bed, the towel resting on my hair."I figured as your maid I have to get your clothes ready," she replied, looking at me intensely.Has she finally accepted the fact that she belonged to me? Probably."You don't have to." I countered, walking over to the wardrobe where she stood."Here, I selected these," She impulsively shoved a white and blue s

Kiara's pov: After having a douche, I sat in front of the mirror dressing my face. With the comb, I dressed my messy hair, letting the soft strands fall over my shoulder. I looked beautiful and I was beginning to like the ginger wig. In a way, it constantly reminded me of the reason why I was here. I dressed my contact lenses as well, before finally putting on my glasses. Grabbing my phone on the cupboard, I ambled towards the kitchen. Florida and Cleo were playing cards. My stomach rumbled on sensing the kitchen atmosphere. I took some slices of bread on a plate and a lemonade as well inside the refrigerator. "What's up guys?" I asked, strolling forward to them while munching my bread. "Just playing cards, wanna join?" Florida asked, her mind concentrated on the game. "How's it played?" I asked, taking a seat as I dropped the juice on the desk. "Have you been locked up your whole life or something? Who doesn't know how to play cards?" Cleo asked rudely, her voice exuding rid

Lucas's pov: I stayed at the arsenals storage unit with Leo and some guards looking through some documents. Malik had kept his word to the gang. Once I was done with the superintendence, I walked out of the room, dialing Mira's smartphone. She wasn't picking up. I had clearly asked her to go wash up and not spend her days in the bathroom. It's been over hours and I haven't caught sight of her yet. Since I was going to be home all day, I wanted us to begin the piano lesson. Does she take me for a joke?! The first place I checked was her room. I had keys to every room in the building so I unlocked her door, ready to drag her out but was haplessly welcomed into a deserted chamber. Gnashing my teeth as I rubbed my hands impatiently together, I dashed towards the kitchen. She must be there. But doing what? Didn't I make it clear that she should only be seen in the kitchen when she wants to prepare my meal? I clearly told her I wasn't hungry! She must love to work. To while away h