His Mafia Princess - J.H

Chapter 4

Mirriella pov

"Okay, you psychotic little shit, put the gun away before you hurt someone." Jaden said as he lifted me to stand up.

"I'm not going to hurt anyone." I dismissed as I still held the gun.

"Please, a child like you? Wouldn't even know how to load the gun, let alone cock and shoot it." Stefan scoffed.

That's how you wanna play this?

"If you say so." I said as I cocked the gun back and shot the floor-to-ceiling, glass window of the room we were in. Both of the men stopped their movement and turned to look at the window. "You were saying?" I asked as I dropped the gun on the floor.

"What the fuck?" Jaden shouted. I just laughed and walked out of the room. He stormed out after me and grabbed my wrist.

"Kyle!" He screamed out as he stopped me from walking away.

Soon a man in a tux, that looked slightly less expensive than Jaden's, had turned the corner. He held a stone face and walked right up to us.

"Take her to my room." He demanded.

"I don't want to go to your fucking room." I argued as the other guy grabbed my wrist.

"I didn't fucking ask what you want, you just shattered my window, you're lucky you're still fucking breathing." He whispered, his breath hot on my ear.

This Kyle guy took my wrist and lead me up a lot of stairs until finally we had reached a ridiculously long corridor. Many of the rooms we walked passed smelled like sex and drugs. So many half naked and fully naked women leaving the rooms like it was nothing.

"Who's this Kyle?" A blonde woman who looked completely plastic, wearing nothing but a thong, asked from one of the doorways.

"That is none of your concern Missy, get back to your room." He dismissed as he kept walking.

We had finally reached a room that was a little more secluded. He opened the door, and to my *not* surprise, it's all dark. He had black painted walls with a white ceiling, he had tinted windows that over looked the mountains this place was built on. The three doors in the room were painted grey, and there was a navy, satin sheet spread across the bed.

"Stay in here. Don't leave this room, don't let anyone in this room. The door will be locked so the only people who can get in or out are those who have the keys. If you really need to, there is a key in the top desk drawer. The bathroom is through there." Kyle explained as he pointed to the furthest door from the entrance, and then left. I heard the lock turn and I sighed.

I reached into the pocket I had in my skirt, only to realise that my phone had fallen out last night when I was running from that guy. I sighed again and walked over to the bed. I flopped down onto the bed, and just lay there. The room was a bit cold due to the AC being on, but other than that, it was dead silent. I closed my eyes and relaxed on top of the sheets. I had allowed the sleep to overcome me.

I was abruptly woken by a door being slammed shut. I groaned a pushed my head back into the sheets.

"Wake up princess." His stern voice echoed through the room.

"Fuck off." I mumbled as I changed position to get comfortable.

"You really shouldn't move about too much in that skirt. It barely covers your ass when your standing up, when your laying down and moving around, you might as well just not wear it." He explained.

"You know what? You're right." I agreed as I stood up and dropped the skirt down my legs, and climbing back onto the bed.

I laid down on my stomach, and held the sheet in my hand. I was laying there peacefully until I felt a hard slap land in my ass.

"What the fuck?" I shouted, not bothering to open my eyes or turn around.

"You act like a slut, you get treated like a slut princess." He said as he rubbed the area he just hit.

"I'm not acting like a slut." I argued as I sat up and turned around.

"Really? You're in a skimpy outfit. A shirt that's too small, and tight, showing your nipples because of the lack of bra and the coldness of the room. You were in a skirt that was entirely too short, and hardly covered your ass. You then had the audacity to remove said skirt, and lay down on your stomach with your ass in the air, and a thong on. All while a male is stood in the room, and you have no care. Pretty slutty behaviour if you ask me." He explained as he walked across the room to look out the windows.

"First off, I didn't ask for your opinion, nor did I want it. And second of all, am I having sex with you? Better yet am I having sex with you and then going to fuck other guys?" I protested as I shifted into a straddling position.

"What?" He asked as he turned around.

"You fucking heard me. Am I screwing you, and then screwing other men, or women behind your back?" I reiterated as I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Why does it matter?" He asked.

"Well, darling, that's because, I can't be a slut if I haven't had sex in over two years. There is just no way. Because a slut would be a woman or man who has a lot of casual, sexual partners. I have neither, so therefore, how can I be a slut?" I proposed.

"So you're a little inexperienced?" He asked completely disregarding my statement.

"You could argue." I recited.

"And that means..?" He asked.

"And that means it's none of your business." I said as I fell back onto the bed.