My life as the Mafia Boss's Mistress

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My life as the Mafia Boss’s Mistress

I opened the door of the cinema where I worked part-time at, and stepped out while telling the others “See you tomorrow”.  The cold breeze hit my face and I pulled my purple scarf nearer to my face.  The street which leaded to my house were sparsely lightened.

Yay, perfect situation to become paranoid, I thought and turned around to see... nobody behind me. “Thanks god” I whispered and sighed out. I continued walking when suddenly a hand reached my mouth out of the nowhere.  It scared me to death when a deep male voice whispered into my ear “Pssst, don’t scream I won’t do anything to you. I just need your help. ” 

What’s going on? Is this bastard going to rape me or what? These questions crossed my mind and I was thinking about my old lessons in self defense, but my mind went blank due to the fear.

I gulped, closed my eyes and nodded scared. The person behind me removed his hand off my mouth and turned me to his face. “If somebody asks you something, just play the act along.”, the guy told me and I nodded with my eyes still closed.

From behind I heard footsteps coming nearer and nearer. And with each footstep my heart pounded faster and faster, but when I felt this guys lips against mine my heart skipped a beat. “Did you guys just saw a guy passing by?” some other male voice asked.

What the hell? Did they search for him? Was this a gang quarrel? No way in hell, how the hell did I get myself into this, I thought. But my thoughts got interrupted when my kissing partner reminded me to play along.

Maybe I should tell them that this is the person they’re searching for? Well, maybe I’ll get out of this dilemma without any harm, I thought but nether less decided not to risk it and helped the stranger.

I took a deep breath and all my courage to answer with a shaky voice “No, we didn’t see anybody. But you know, we’re a bit occupied” The guys who were standing behind us smirked and one of them told us to continue and have fun.

“Hello? Could you please come back, this guy is here? Please don’t tell me you believed my act?!” my mind shouted out, but my voice remained dumb. I sighed out but remained scared. The guy was standing in front of me and somehow he wouldn’t go away. I took all of my remained voice and said “Well, I helped you out, so could you let me go now? I beg you”

But instead of going away or threaten me again, the guy collapsed in front of me. Well, honey, this is your chance to run, I though and wanted to flee, but somehow I couldn’t.

Great timing to pity somebody sweetheart!

I keeled down in front of him and asked him if everything was okay, but then I saw that he was wounded himself. And it wasn’t a small wound, cause his whole shirt was full of blood. I couldn’t let him die there, and even though he threatened me, he still remained human. I lifted him up and dragged him with me. “Come on, we have to hurry up, what if those bastards come back?” I said and frowned at myself. Why the hell did I take him home again? Oh yea, I had to play the merciful Samaritan, right!

I opened the door of my apartment and nearly collapsed on the floor together with the guy. “Oh oh, hey, pull yourself together you wanna-be-gangster” I said and dragged him to the couch.  When I switched the lights on my eyes nearly popped out. Okay, this guy was damn handsome.

The strands of his black hair were hanging down and nearly falling into his hazelnut brown eyes that were looking painfully down to the wound. I shook my head and went to the bath room to get the first aid kid. When I came back I kneeled down and wanted to disinfect the wound. “Uhm would you mind taking your shirt off, so I can treat your wound?” I asked and looked at him. He nodded and took his grey shirt slowly off. “Hm…nice body” I thought and blushed. I took the pincer and the cotton wool and dropped some disinfectant on it.