SOLD TO THE MAFIA QUEEN

I reached for the gun in my pocket, pausing as Jake’s shrieks increased. She grabbed a handful of his shirt and pulled him to a wall. Jake started struggling in her grip as she was trying to hit his head against the wall. His face was a total mess, his hair was rough, and his nose was bleeding.

Jake was a disgrace, he was letting a woman spank his ass, and he couldn’t even do anything or throw a punch, I didn’t have to help him, I was obligated to by his queen, not him. I ambled to the door and was about to bang on it again when it swung open, and five gunmen entered the room. I took a few steps back, startled.All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Ahh!” Jake’s screams filled the room. I fixed my gaze on the small gap in the main door and was striving to run out when one of the gunmen grasped me by the neck and lifted me off the ground. My legs were dangling in the air as I touched the edge of my gun in my pocket. Looking into the man’s eyes with confidence, he increased his grip on my neck, his finger digging into my skin. He was trying to choke me to death. I tried to fish out my gun when another one took it from me. I started gasping for air, my face red when the man released his grip on my neck, but he didn’t put me back on the floor.

“What should I do to him, Ma’am?” he asked his boss. She hit Jake’s head against the wall for the last time, and this time, Jake fell to the ground, groaning in pain with blood escaping from his mouth and rubbing against the floor. My body tensed up as Savage Hun fixed her evil gaze on me and looked at me from top to bottom.

“He is harmless, throw them out,” she declared and squatted down, picking up the briefcase from the floor. He attempted to carry me out of the room with his hand still on my neck when I saw the state Jake was in. Our eyes met, and his eyes darkened, he furrowed his brow.

“I am going to tell the queen about this, she is going to kill you.” He said, his voice hoarse. He didn’t want me to put my life on the line for a game I didn’t understand, did he? I swallowed hard with the man’s finger still on my neck. Jake started tapping his hand on the floor, rolling his eyes as if he were telling me to go after Savage Huns. He can’t be serious.

I was too in love with myself to sacrifice my life for some money I couldn’t get. I relaxed my muscles and allowed the man to have his way with me. He placed me back on my feet and forcefully grabbed my wrist, hauling me toward the door while another henchman went to carry Jake.

Within seconds, I was tossed out of the mansion by the henchman. I landed on my bum on the hot floor, and the sunlight was now extremely hot.

I stared at the doorway, waiting for Jake to come out when I started hearing loud gunshots coming from inside the mansion. All the gunmen standing around the mansion panicked and ran into the mansion, leaving only me in the front yard. I got up on my feet in an attempt to go see what was happening when a bullet flew past my ear, my life flashing before my eyes. I took another step, and the gunshots increased-it was like there was a shootout happening inside the mansion. I ran for my life and dashed into the garage, kneeling close to the Lamborghini we came in with and placing my hand on my head as bullets were flying out of the walls of the mansion.

Who hell started the shootout? Could it be Jake? He was weak when I left, he couldn’t have gained a lot of power in a short amount of time, it was impossible. I stayed there, scared for my life when I saw someone running towards me at great speed carrying a briefcase and a small white bag in one hand, while a gun was in his other hand. My eyes slowly adjusted to the person, and I saw that it was Jake. He was badly injured, but he was still fighting.

“Start the fucking car!!” He shouted at me, still running toward me and looking back and firing shots at the henchmen that were chasing him. I slowly rose to my feet.

“I said to start the car!” He yelled, sounding aggressive. I opened the door of the car and entered, looking for the car keys. Jake rushed into the car, tossing the briefcase and bag onto the back seat in a hurry.

“Go! Go! Go!” he exclaimed.

“I can’t, I don’t have the keys,” I replied. He scrunched his face and took out the keys from his pocket and gave them to me. I shoved the key into the car, my hands quivering because it was my first time being involved in a deadly crime. Two henchmen started firing shots at the car, and we both lowered our heads as one of the bullets penetrated the glass of the car. Jake shook his head out of the car and shot the legs of the henchmen, they both fell to the ground.

I breathed heavily and stepped on the gas while driving out of the garage. Jake looked behind us and shot someone.

“Fuck!” He exclaimed, glancing at his gun, and tossed it out of the car, which convinced me that the bullet had finished.

“Can you drive any faster?!?” He rumbled, looking at the side mirror, and saw a goon running after our car while clutching his chest.

“Sure,” I said putting the car on full speed and zooming out of the mansion. My heart didn’t stop beating fast until I was about twenty miles away from the mansion. Jake took off his shirt, using it to clean his bloody face, revealing his body, which had a lot of crimson marks.

“How did you do all that alone?” I popped a question. He glared at me and rubbed his temples before responding.

“I was only pretending to be weak, I had it all under control…” he said and paused. “But you failed the test, you didn’t try to help me or fulfil the mission, and you are in big trouble.” His words sent shivers down my spine.