SOLD TO THE MAFIA QUEEN

“C-Cocaine.” I stuttered.

“You have to go get it, I don’t care if you were a police officer, now you are my slave.” She said, her cold gaze fixed on me.

“Why do we have to go give the money to them? Why don’t you send it to their account?” I said, attempting to walk out of the office when her voice stopped me.

“You can’t tell me what to do, I make the rules here,” She stated and signaled for Jake to move closer to her. Jake leaned toward her, resting his hand on her desk, and she pushed the briefcase in my direction. I reluctantly grabbed the handle and tried to listen to what she wanted to tell him. She paused and shot me a death stare.

“Go wait outside,” she said. I wished I could punch her in the face. I took a deep breath to calm my nerves and exited the office. I waited for Jake to come out, and I wondered what they were talking about that they didn’t want me to hear, she might be giving him a blowjob because sex was the only thing in her stupid brain these days.

Jake stepped out of the office after a few minutes, holding two rifles, and he extended one to me. I took it from him and shoved it in my left pocket while holding the briefcase in my right hand.Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

“Come with me,” Jake said, walking down the corridor, and I followed him. We both entered the garage. Jake chose a red Lamborghini out of all the cars that were in the garage and took the wheels. I entered after him and put the briefcase at my side, fastening my seat belt. He started the car and drove out of the parking lot without talking to me.

“…Where are we going?” I managed to ask.

“You will know very soon.” That was all he said throughout the long drive down the road. I looked out the window and realized he was driving into the gate of a dark mansion; fearless gunmen were guarding the gate and doors. My heart started pounding in my ribcage as I looked at the gunmen, they had no smiles on their faces and were as serious as the royal guards of Queen Elizabeth.

Jake finally parked the car in military style in the parking lot, so he would be able to escape if something went wrong. He grabbed the briefcase and stepped out of the car. I got down after him and followed his lead. He was walking to the doorway of the mansion. Three gunmen who were guarding the doorway blocked our path with indifferent expressions. Instead of speaking, one of them raised an eyebrow at us.

“We’ve come to see Savage, huns,” Jake said, returning the cold energy they were giving.

“Wait here,” another one said, and he went into the house while the remaining two stood in front of us. After a few seconds, the gunmen came out and took us into the large mansion. The style of the mansion was different from Ashley’s, there wasn’t a lot of furniture in the house, but the interior designs were dark and scarier, with gangster photos hanging on every wall.

We were both pushed into an enclosed room that had no furniture and was locked inside. I ran to the door, banging on it in panic. “Open up! You can’t keep us here!” I shouted.

“Calm down; we haven’t been kidnapped,” Jake said in a somber tone and lifted his chin like he was pointing at someone. I jerked my head back to see a woman in a black leather gown that reached her thigh walk into the room through a door I didn’t know existed. She had this strong aura around her, hers was more intense than Ashley’s. She stretched her hand toward Jake. She was wearing white gloves. Jake lowered his head and took her hand, placing a kiss on it. She slapped him across the face.

“Not that, give me the damn briefcase.” She stated, her voice sharp. Jake frowned in anger and gave the briefcase to her. She opened it and looked inside, a smile curving on her sexy lips.

“I heard the lord of the streets is dead, I thought I was never going to get my money for the last cocaine I sold to him,” she started. “I was planning to seize his house,” she said, a mischievous grin on her face, before laughing loudly. Jake and I didn’t feel the need to laugh, so we put on cold faces.

“You may leave,” she said, waving her hand and walking toward the door of the room she came from. I turned around to leave, but I was the only one reaching for the door. I turned to see Jake running to the lady. He made her pause on her step by placing the gun on her lower back.

“The queen said you were supposed to give us the last bag of cocaine, Miss Savage Huns,” Jake said. She chuckled slightly and spoke.

“I like your gut, boy, but you are no match for me,” she said and kicked him in the dick. Jake let out a yelp and clutched his dick, the rifle he was holding fell to the ground. She elbowed him in the chest and punched him in the face, kicking him in the chest away from her while still holding the briefcase. Jake staggered, clutching his chest, and started looking around for the gun. She ran to him and violently kicked him in the face with her heels, with blood escaping from his mouth. Jake fell to the ground on his backside and started crawling toward me with one hand when she stepped on his right leg, crushing it with her heels.

“They don’t call me Savage Huns for nothing.” She remarked. “Help me, man!” Jake begged me. She dropped the briefcase on the floor and grabbed his legs, dragging him away from me, and started stepping on him. He was growling and screaming as she was hitting him, but she didn’t give a fuck, she was hurting him with no remorse.

“Help me!” Jake pleaded again.