His Mafia Princess - J.H

Chapter 7

Mirriella pov

We had been driving for about thirty minutes, him having slowed down after that little burst of speed, for fear of running the car out of diesel. We finally pulled up at, surprise surprise, an all dark house. The outside walls were a charcoal grey, and the garage door was pitch black. The front door was a navy blue.

There were security guards lined up all around the estate. That's right, a fucking estate. Well, it's not an estate, but it might as well be considering it took us five whole minutes to get from the entry gate to the house. The house itself was considerably smaller than his work place.

"Wait, if you have a house, then why do you have a room at that place?" I asked as I turned to him. He looked at me through the corner of his eye and smirked.

"Who do you think tests out the new submissives?" He asked, his smirk not faltering.

"Oh my fucking god." I gasped once I realised I slept in that fucking bed. "That's fucking disgusting." I exclaimed as my body shivered.

"Calm down, the sheets get washed." He laughed.

"That's not the fucking point." I laughed back.

After what felt like a million years he had finally pulled up at the garage. He pressed a button and the door started to lift. He pulled into the garage and boy he has a lot of cars.

There were two Ferrari's, one Lamborghini, and Range Rover, another two Audi's and two Mustang's, one that looked like it was from the 1950's, and the other looked brand new. There was also one under a sheet, but by the looks of the it was either a Bentley or a new model Rolls Royce.

"Why do you need ten cars?" I asked.

"I have eleven cars, and just cause. I like cars." He shrugged as he backed into this cars respected spot.

"Where's the eleventh?" I asked, double checking that my math was correct.

"My Raptor is in the shop, first it was crashed, and then I wanted a new wrap on it." He explained as he shut down the car and got out, me following suit.

"Fair enough." I said as I followed him through a door.

He walked into the entry way of his house. The floor was a shiny black hardwood floor, the staircase was white, surprisingly, with a grey hand rail. The walls in this room were a light grey and the ceiling was white.

"Ah, so there are others colours in your life?" I teased as I looked around the room.

"What do you mean?" He asked as he opened a door, causing three pit-bulls, two adults and a puppy to come bounding out.

"Well at the other place, your whore room was all dark colours, the outside of your house is all dark, the floor we are stood on is completely black. The staircase and these walls and ceiling are the first things that are of a lighter shade. Even all the cars are dark colours. The white garage is also disguised by the black LEDs you have around the borders." I explained.

"Well aren't you observant." He said in a teasing tone as he clicked his fingers, shouting something in Russian, causing all the dogs to sit. Well the two adults to sit, the puppy just wandered about cluelessly. I laughed as he rolled his eyes and picked the puppy up.

"Russian?" I asked as I followed him into a kitchen, that had white cupboards, with black marble countertops, same design on the island, all with a red LED under light running around the rims.

"Sit and stay silent. Only follow." He dismissed as he placed the puppy on the island. I watched as the puppy was fascinated by its reflection on the marble.

"Was that you telling me what you said? Or is that you giving me an order?" I asked as he turned around, smirking.

"Would it work if I told you it was an order?" He asked teasingly as he leant against the counter.

"Please. You and your empty threats don't scare me. No it wouldn't work." I laughed as his face turned cold.

I blinked for a second and suddenly there's a gun in my face. His eyes showed nothing but rage at my words. I tried so hard to suppress a laugh.

"How's this for an empty threat?" He asked as he pushed the metal to my forehead.

Someone obviously didn't do there research very well.

I've been taught from a young age how to turn a gun on someone. I did a move I have perfected over the years, and in an instant he's the one at gunpoint. He looks shocked, but smirked when a multitude of footsteps are heard. I sighed when I realised that ten of his armed guards had their guns pointed at me. The only reason they aren't shooting is because he held his arm in the air. I pressed on the lock that drops the ammo from the holster. I held my hand under the bottom and caught the ammo cartridge. I then put both on the counter and laughed at him.

"Go back to your station." He said, and in the blink of an eye, the kitchen was empty. "You're good Miss Adams, I'll give you that." He chuckled as he took the gun, reloaded it and placed it back under where he got it from.

"Jesus." I said as I caught the puppy that was about to aimlessly walk off the edge of the counter.

I soon felt a shooting pain go through my leg, I had soon realised that the mother of this puppy had sunk her teeth into my calf, while it's dad went haywire. I didn't do anything, knowing that it'd make it worse for myself. Pit-bulls may not be a dangerous dog by nature, but when you put their young in any danger in their eyes, they pack a powerful bite. I handed Jaden the puppy, that seemed to stop the dad from barking constantly, but the mother did not loosen her grip on my leg.

Jaden shouted something in Russian again, and the mother retracted her bite from my leg. Jaden put the pup on the floor, causing the mother to walk over and pick it up with her teeth. She then retreated back into the room they came from.

"Ouch." I laughed as I looked behind me to see blood start to drop from the teeth marks.

"Well that's one word for it." Jaden laughed as he took my hand.