MR.MAFIA'S HIJABI GIRL
I slapped him.
He looked at me with no emotion is his eyes whatsoever.
To say I was afraid, was an understatement. I was trembling, my hands shaking, my heart thumping, threatening to jump out of my chest. My palms were sweaty, and my breathing ragged.
"I... I..." I began, but nothing came out.
His face tilted to a side, and then the most devilish smirk slipped onto his lips. He looked at me like he was getting ready to kill, and advanced towards me.
I couldn't move. His stare held me in place. My mind told me to run, to save myself while I still had the chance, but my feet didn't agree.
"I'm... sor-" before I could finish, he placed a finger to my lips, and looked down into my eyes.
I hated this. His eyes held no emotion. They were blank.
"If you say another word..." he whispered, moving his finger down, harshly, parting my dry lips. " I won't hesitate to put a bullet through you." he finished, and I sucked in a breath.
He wasn't joking.
He was mad, insane, idiotic, dangerous... very dangerous.
I glared in his eyes, my smart mind told me to stay shut and I'd survive, my stupid mouth didn't agree.
"go ahead. I don't care. I'm not afraid of you," A lie, I was literally trembling in fear. "I would prefer death rather then being with you." I finished.
His eyes... they were blood red.
"Really?" he asked, his eyes narrowing, his finger rubbing my lips.
I slapped his hand away.
"Don't touch me, with your dirty, disgusting, hands." I snarled.
MY BIGGEST MISTAKE, for his smirk broadened, his eyes narrowed, and he quickly slipped his hands around my wrist and jerked me into him.