"M-mafia king?" I stuttered. "do you belong to mafia?" Fear was evident in my voice.

Do mafia's really exist.?.

I was just out of criminal world, they do exist. It's not like I'm thinking about the werewolves.

Werewolves don't exist, right?

"Yes!" was his reply with amusement skating all over his expression.

Combination of fear and rage was mixing in me.

Be brave..

But bravery wasn't coming in me.

"Why are you taking me to him?" I asked in an wavery tone.

"Because he wants to see you."

"You idiot!! why he wants to see me?" I bursted out in fear and rage.

Control your temper Naomi, he's a mafia's man. He can knock a bullet into your tiny skull.

He glared at me and again showed me the plaster instead of a gun to threaten me.

As if that plaster is gonna scare me.

But I am scared.

"Okay." I sighed. "why do your king wants to see me?" I asked in a calm tone.

"That part .." he paused for a while and then continued "....will be explained by King."

"Is he..." I took a deep breath composing myself before continuing "going to kill me?" fear was evident in my face.

"Depends on King." he stated with a stupid smirk plastered on his handsome face.

But enough is enough, I took a lot more in for one day.

"You bastard, can't you just answer my damn questions properly." I snarled.

His eyes widened before he said
"You broke your promise Miss Nolan!!" He brought his hands towards my mouth but I moved back.

"Take away your filthy han-" I was cut off by him plastering my mouth.

Hot tears rolled down my cheeks as realization dawned on me.

I'm gonna die..

Out of curiosity, I went towards the murdered spot and witnessed that murder and these mafia men saw me seeing them kill an innocent man. And now they want to erase every witness including me. I'm gonna die. I never thought that I would die this soon but unfortunately I'm going to die.

Why me? Why did I have to witness that bloody murder.

There's a saying, curiosity killed the cat. Because of my curiosity today I'm gonna die.

Now onwards there's no curiosity word in my vocabulary, it's vanished..

I sniffled.

Suddenly the car door opened and the two idiotic girls came and started dragging me, this time I didn't wiggle as there was no hope of me surviving.

Again, I never thought that I would die this soon.

I sniffled.

.........

I was sitting inside a private jet and it was so huge, I mean the interior was jaw dropping with the comfortable business seats but my jaw didn't drop as I was crying so hard thinking about my impending death.

But anyway a small smile crept on my crying face,

Atleast I got a chance to sit on a private jet before my death.

As the time passed by, my eye lids felt heavy as sleep engulfed me.

.........

Someone patted my cheeks and I slowly opened my eyes and saw Daria standing in front of me with a small smile.

"Where are we?" I asked rubbing my eyes. I was unplastered when we entered the plane but my hands were still tied.

"Dear, we are in Honolulu."

After 10 hours of long flight we reached Honolulu, city in Hawaii.

Along with them, I got out of the plane and again there were three sleek black cars parked outside the airport.
People were around walking by, but no one noticed me tied up.

Nowadays people are just busy in their own lives..

Can't blame them..

Because even I'm the same..

"Atleast remove these ropes from my hands, it's aching." I grumbled.

Handsome guy looked at me and gave a nod to Zoe.

Zoe came and removed the ropes with an eye roll.

"Ouch!!" I winced

Seriously my hands were tied for 10 hours and my blood is clotted.

Bitches and bastards..

I, myself went and sat on middle car on the back seat.

It was evening and the sun was about to set. The chauffeur started driving and the handsome guy was sitting on the passenger seat. There was silence in the car until the guy spoke up.

"Well I didn't introduce myself."

The last thing I want is him introducing himself. "I'm Dylan Scott, you can call me Dylan."

I ignored him, here I'm gonna die and he was introducing himself.

"Miss Nolan are you hearing?"

Ignored.

He tilted his head towards my direction and heaved a sigh. Then
there was a pin drop of silence with no one talking.

After a few minutes, the car pulled up towards a beautiful house, it was not a mansion as I expected it to be, but it was a beautiful house with palm trees and grasses all around, it was green and pollution free. The house was surrounded by a pond and a wooden bridge was above it, leading us to the large mahogany doors of the house.

Dylan came towards the door and opened it for me, I got out of the car and sauntered towards the house with Dylan beside me and Daria, Zoe and other girl following us suit.

Dylan opened the door to the house and I stepped in.

The interior of the house was mind blowing but I couldn't describe it because my brain and heart was in pain knowing that I'm gonna die within few hours or minutes.

Dylan told me to sit in one of the couch in the living room and I sniffled before sitting on the said place.

The first thing I'm gonna do after seeing King is, stomp his feet, punch him in the nose till it bleeds, double smack and a kick, where sun doesn't shine. He may consider it as my last wish.

Suddenly the door knob turned and a familiar figure came into view.

As I saw that familiar figure, I saw hope. Hope of surviving, hope of freedom, hope to get a ticket back to New York, all I could see was hope, hope and HOPE. A small yet hopeful smile plastered on my face.

The familiar figure was my savior, my prince, my knight in the shining armor, the one and only Harold Kingston, CEO of the entire SDC companies and my boss.

I stood up from the couch before walking towards him and bowed in front of him respectfully. Up close he was even more handsome, with ocean blue eyes and his light brown hair was slightly messy which made him look even more hot. He was wearing a long sleeved white shirt with formal black pants.

"Sir I'm Naomi Nolan, a hard working employee of SDC, your company Sir." I sniffled and wiped my nose.

Stupid, don't wipe your nose infront of your boss, it's a bad manners..

I continued "...Sir I'm innocent, yet they brought me here, to kill me and someone named King wants to kill me. Sir, please help me" I kept my hand on my clenching heart and with extreme pain I said, "I promise Sir, I won't take my next month salary but please help me to get out of here, sir." I joined my hands infront of him and pleaded with my teary eyes.

He had an amused expression skated all over his face as his eye brows pulled up. With a knowing small smile, he said
"Miss Nolan, first calm down and please sit." He said.

And oh my god!! My boss had a thick British accent with a smooth velvety voice..

I sat on the near by couch with a smile as his soothing words were relaxing me.

I waited for his next soothing words calmly but when the next words left his mouth, my hope totally vanished away.

"I am King, Miss Nolan."

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