Marrying The Devil Mafia Boss

Abby’s POV

I look at myself in the mirror. My eyes are full of tears right now, and they are running down my hairline. Not tears of sadness but tears of anger because those traitors who betrayed my father had stolen our family business and led us to bankruptcy. 

“Miss Abby Miller?” The guard said. 

I looked up with a blank stare, “Yes?” I just finished closing down my dad's company as a sad way to say goodbye. I clenched my fists and looked around the empty building with anger.

“Someone’s waiting for you outside, Miss Abby.” The guard said politely. 

Then I nodded my head and started walking to the hallway. I pushed the elevator button and went down to see who was looking for me outside the company. If these people were my fake friends, I swear to god I'd slap each and every one of them.

But to my surprise, three men with guns pointed at me, and I swallowed so hard out of fear that my throat got dry. 

I raised my trembling hand in the air, and my voice crackled as I tried to speak. "If… If you want to kidnap me to get money as a ransom, don't do that. I'm no longer rich. I have nothing to give you!"

"You're coming with us, the boss wants to see you!" The man said, and he grabbed my arm hard. I tried to kick him in the feet and run away, but it was too late because they had already put me in the black cargo van.

"Help!" I screamed as loud as I could, but the man gave me a shot that would put me to sleep for a while.

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When I opened my eyes and saw the empty room, my whole body shook with fear and worry. As I looked around, I didn't see anyone.

Then I heard footsteps coming from the doorway. I pulled the blanket around me and tried not to act crazy.

I gulped nervously when the door opened, and I lowered my head when the man closed the door. He walked so calmly, and his perfume lingered in my nostrils that could give chills in my body. I bit my lower lip and closed my eyes while I curled up in the bed, hugging myself. 

A soft and gentle hand touched my chin and lifted it, saying, "Abby, open your eyes and look at me." A menacing voice makes my soul want to escape from my body.

I'm stubborn and don't want to look at the cruel person who kidnapped and put me in this strange place. My whole body shook, and tears ran down my cheeks, but he wiped them away with his bare hands and said, "Don't you want to see the man who was captivated by your beauty?"

As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw a pair of blue eyes looking right at me, and his pink lips parted in a smirk. When I tried to pull away from him, his perfect jawline clenched in a gentle way.

“Don’t touch me! Who are you?!” 

“You don’t know me?” He chuckles softly like he was playing with me.

"Whoever you are, I don't care! If you want money, I'm not going to give you anything—"

"Sssshhh…" He got close to me and put his finger on my lips to make me stop shaking and shut up. I look at his face and can't deny that he's fucking handsome, but I'm not going to take this bait. Someone came up with this lousy plan to make my life much harder.

I arched my back and turned away because his face was so close to mine that it looked like he was about to kiss me. He softly whispered, "Don't talk too much, Miss Miller."

My breathing was so ragged that I was on the verge of passing out, but he pushed my body closer to him and whispered, "You have no idea what I can do to you; as soon as you get here, you are mine and you cannot go back to your family."

“W-What do you mean?” 

“You don’t know anything, Abby…” 

Then he left me confused in the empty room. I knocked and kicked on the door, but it wouldn't open. I tried to scream so loudly that I felt like I couldn't do it anymore. I have a headache and am hungry. This bastard just locked me in this room! How Devil!

When the door opened, the butler just looked at me without remorse and said, "Come down the stairs."

"You! Please help me get out of this place..."  I tried to tell the butler, "Your boss just took me away," but he didn't even listen to me, and I felt so helpless.

When I went downstairs, it looked so cozy and inviting. I grew up in a house like this, but this one is even better. As I looked around, I saw a brown plaid sofa with thick oak arms and a bookcase full of paperbacks. Then there were pictures of my family on one wall, a round, fancy cabinet against another, and a beautiful gilded mirror in which I could see myself being terrified of death.

I saw his men who had each gun for themselves, and I just realized I was trapped in this place where the Mafia Don lived. 

As I saw the grand front door was opened, I tried to walk slowly, and an arm grabbed my waist. "What the hell are you doing?!"

My heart starts to race angrily, and I slap his face, "You don't own me! I don't want to be here! please…my family is worried about me right now, just…just take me home. I promise I won't tell any authorities about you!"

He rubbed his face with his hand and glared at me with his piercing eyes, “No, you stay here! whether you like it or not!” 

My lips curved downward because I’m about to cry again, “What do you want from me?” 

“I want you.”