♛ The Mafia King & The Royal Princess ♛
"You are always being so optimistic, bright and cheerful." He says, staring at me intensely with his magical grey eyes.
My heart literally skips a beat with his gaze, and I feel my cheeks getting warm in shyne...
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I feel helpless.
I miss Richard. I want to hug him and be in his embrace. It has been three whole days since I saw him. I feel sad thinking about what he must be doing now.
And I miss my cupcakes more than anything, these goons haven't given me any cupcakes.
I take in a breath to calm myself. I should escape this and go back home, so that I can eat my cupcakes and hug Richard. I can do it! I pray that I should not get caught.
I hold my breath hearing the door opening sound, fearing that they may find me with the sound of my breath. I hear footsteps coming closer.
I tighten my grip around the iron latch. If the person tries anything, I will re-design his face with the iron latch.
Who would that be? Is it Mr. X? Or his little goons? They might have found that I got escaped by the plastic surgery I have done to that frog face!
I just have to be silent. The person will be gone after knowing no one is here.
Yep! She tells me.
I suddenly get curious as the room is dead silent. Is he gone?
I slightly open the lid of the box enough to take a peek. As it is dark outside, I can't see anything clearly. I move my gaze around to see if anyone is there.
My lungs stop functioning when my gaze falls on a shining silver object. My eyes narrowed into slits to scrutinize it. What is that?
Oh mi god!
My eyes widen in shock when I realise that it is a gun in someone's hand, I can see the silhouette of a person's legs through the gap. He is facing the other side.
I quickly close the lid when the legs begin turning to my side, I lean back. Sweat beats form on my forehead in anxiety. Does he find out? Does he know I am here?
I shut my eyes tightly as again I hear the footsteps coming closer. I can practically hear my heart's thudding sound in my ears and feel the adrenaline rush in my veins. I feel a mix of emotions.
