Claimed by the Mafia King

My heart was beating so fast I feared that everyone could hear its reverberating rhythm.

Tears threatened to fall from my eyes but I kept them at bay. Crying was for the weak. I reminded myself.

“Believe me man you don’t want to find out what I would do if you do not Let her go now.” Scar chuckled darkly. He was now close to us. A few inches_a mile away_either way he was now close to us. I felt safe being in his watchful gaze.

His presence commanded fear and respect forcing me to raise my head.

The leader let me go alright, but then in a blink of an eye I watched as he punched Scar in the stomach. The rest of the stupid gang members held Scar’s hands to stop him from defending himself or throwing a punch.

I became worried for Scar but he didn’t look worried for himself. He smiled so wide and winked at me. I stood still with my hands on my chest feeling the worst form of fear. Our eyes met and the world stopped.All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

At that point it felt like we were communicating with our soul.

The leader again tried to hit him, but Scar wriggled his way out of the grip of the guys holding him and held on to the leaders hand stopping him from throwing the punch. This was done with so much swiftness I barely noticed anything.

Snap, I heard. I think he broke the leaders wrist then he kicked him so hard that he fell into the mini river that was just down the road. The river which was filled with so much dirth, that was exactly where the gang leader belonged in.

One of the other gang guys who looked tough with all his muscles bulging out and a stupid beard brought out a knife from his pocket. The he faced Scar menacingly.

“You want some of this man?” He laughed hysterically.

“You Do not want to do that.” Scar smirked whilst shifting back. “Do you know who I am?”

“Oh yea! Are you afraid mighty man.” Another guy giggled. “Come and get a piece of me”

“I’m afraid for you.” Scar grinned. He held on to my hands even though I protested to it at first.

“Stay with me Mira.” Scar ordered.

“Protecting someone else’s girl huh.” The other guy mocked. “I know you don’t have your own girl, so now you want what belongs to another. But how can you have yours with such a hideous face? Who do you think you are?”

It hurt me to hear him mock Scar. I wanted to defend him. To fight for him. Impulsively I struggled to wiggle out of his hold just so I could defend him too, the same way he defends me. But his grip on my wrist was too strong.

It was his way of assuring me that everything was alright. That he was here now. That he could defend himself and me. I relaxed again.

Logically I couldn’t even defend him no matter how badly I wanted to do so. I had to stop being impulsive. I had to.

“She’s no ones girl, drop the knife now and leave.”

“You think you are so powerful?” He laughed, He faced his boys, making a funny gesture to them which made them join in his laughter. “I will kill you, and sell your body part one by one.” He said through clenched teeth.

I would have been afraid for Scar, but he had proven to be capable of handling any danger.

The one with huge muscles tried to attack Scar with a knife but It was not an expert move coming from him judging from the way Scar swiftly dodged the attack and held on to his hand.

Scar kicked the guys knees so hard that he flew back in shock and pain.

He rolled on the floor screaming and convulsing.

“Does anyone else want to give me a try. Please Don’t say yes I do hate inflicting pain. But if you do say yes, then you leave me no other choice than to break every single one of your bones.” He sighed, faking concern. “I would turn around if I were you.”

I turned to face him daring to look away from them. There was a murderous glint in his eyes that looked too familiar. Too, too familiar.

No one answered. So we took it as a clue to turn around and leave. Save the fight for another day.

I was oblivious to the fact that the war just began.

“You are mine.” A voice whispered in my ears. I promptly turned around to see who the voice belonged to, but there was no one behind me or around me except Scar.

He didn’t look like he had just said anything and I feared that I was starting to be delirious.

Afraid I looked up to see that he was smiling down at me. My heart stopped.

Did I know him from somewhere? Why did he suddenly look so familiar? I thought.

I walked so fast that I was at the junction of the street before the gang men would stop us.

“Hey Mira you don’t have to walk like the damn army, I am still with you.” Scar called to me. He was laughing so hard it infuriated me. I didn’t blame him though_ He was not the one that was almost taken.

After the scene I had pulled my hands out of his and walked away. Now he was behind me while I tried to walk-run home.

“Don’t talk to me scar!” I shot back still walking fast

“That attitude again.” He scoffed.

“What! you should have let them take me if you knew that you were going to stress me this much.” I spoke, coming to a halt.

He didn’t reply and so I let the attitude drop and decided to be nice against my better judgment. He was now close to me having walked to where I was. He took my hand in his and smiled. His eyes looked different this night, unique_ His breathing changed, I felt it, I felt all of him just by holding his hands.

“Teach me to fight scar, I Don’t want to have to run anymore, I want to protect my family, myself. Teach me to fight.” I begged.

“I will try to teach you not just how to fight, but how to defend yourself. But First of all we have to get rid of ken.” He smiled, taking hold of my other hand.

We were both standing in the middle of the road but I couldn’t care less which was very unlike me.

“Do you mean kill him,” I whispered softly, my eyes widening in shock.

Everyone that walked passed looked at us first. I imagined the image in their head. The image of the simple beautiful girl with the dreaded Scar. I would have cared really. I used to care about what they thought, but not tonight. Tonight I needed him, and the rest of the world could burn.

After all, he was the one who was staking his life for me, I didn’t care how he looked. The world will not protect me neither will their damn opinions so why should I leave the one who could for them.

“No not that_no killing_ even if I would love to kill him. What I meant was this, that we look for him and send him as a post Easter present to the police, that would be nice won’t it? After all The police are our friend they need easter gifts too”

“Yes it would be Very nice.” I grinned.

We both continued walking.

“The only problem now is how do we find him.” I said thoughtfully.

“That’s no problem. I’ll work with the police to find him.” Scar replied.

I nodded.

There were so many questions I wanted to ask him, but then I didn’t know from where to start.

“This is the first time you are nice to me I am happy. I see that I am finally making progress.” he smiled.

I rolled my eyes, trying hard not to smile too.

“I am nice to everyone so don’t make it sound like a big de_”

He cut me off. “The fact you are walking with me today without complaints says a lot too you know.”

“People don’t matter today Scar. Today it is just me and you.” I exhaled.

“I’m selfish I know, I should not allow you to walk with me for your reputation.” Scar smiled sadly, watching me from the side.

I focused on walking even though I wanted so much to let him bury me deeply in his eyes. “We all are selfish one way or another, we all are Scar.”

“We say love is not selfish but it is the most selfish feeling. When you love someone you want them to be with you, to love you, even if they don’t you try to make them. You don’t think of them at that point but yourself. Because you know that it is only with them that you can be happy so you try your best to make them love you so that you can be happy. Love is the most selfish feeling Scar.” I muttered thoughtfully.

Scar didn’t reply and we both continued to walk in silence lost in our own thoughts.

Later on at night I would ponder on why I told him that, but for now I was basking in the joy of being able to share my feelings with someone who won’t judge me. Someone who would understand.

It felt so fucking nice.