His Mafia Princess - J.H

Chapter 22

Mirriella pov

"Morning princess."

I tried to sit up and open my eyes, but I couldn't. My eyes were open but everything was black. And whenever I moved a chain rustled.

"Seriously? You have me blindfolded and in fucking handcuffs?" I asked him. I heard him laugh and his footsteps got closer to me.

"Don't worry, you'll be out of them soon. I just need to make sure you won't try and run away again." He teased as he removed the blindfold. I blinked a few times to get my eyes used to the intense light that was shining.

"Run away? Oh you're being fucking dramatic. If I was going to run away, I wouldn't have told you where I was going nor would I have just strolled out of the building ." I scoffed as he chuckled.

"You still got drugged up for it though didn't you?"

"Oh you thought you did something there? It just goes to show that the big scary mafia boss can't even handle a 5'6 girl without the means of drugging or guards. So that one says something about you more than it does about me." I argued as his face dropped, realising I was right.

I smirked when he didn't have a comeback but instead walked out of the room. I was still tied to the chair, but at least I could see now.

It had been about two hours since he had left, and I was starting to get a little bored. The door opened to reveal Stefan stood there.

"He is such a weasel." He muttered as he walked over and undid the chains.

"You know for someone who is a big bad mafia boss, he doesn't seem to have much control." I said as I stood up and walked around, trying to get feeling back into my legs.

"Oh, I assure you, he has a lot of control. Just not over me and Remi. You see he is basically my brother and so when he took over the mafia from his father, he signed me into it as his second in command. And because I'm dating Remi, she automatically has protection from him and gets protection from anyone else in the mafia. Which she abuses and likes to piss him off with it. But moral of the story is that he does have control, he just uses it to protect people as well as uses it to get things done." He explained as he took me out of the room.

"He needs to stop being an ass." I said as he laughed.

"It's not necessarily his fault. Some parts of his behaviour he can control, other parts he can't. He wasn't raised in th-"

"Stefan, why the fuck did you let her out?" Jaden asked as he turned the corner.

"She didn't do anything wrong. Just because your ego took a bit of a deflate when you realised she was right, doesn't mean you can leave her tied up like that. I'm just doing what's right." He explained.

"And since when did you get to decide that?" Jaden asked as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"You did, when you signed me as second in command over six years ago. And before you even say anything, go ahead and pull up the contract that YOU drafted, and you'll see. I have a right of way to do this without your permission." He said, noticing how Jaden was going to interrupt him.

"You really are taking your liberties and fucking running with them aren't you?" Jaden asked as he leaned forward and grabbed my wrist.

He didn't give Stefan a chance to respond because he was quickly dragging me through the house and up to my room. He was going to break my wrist if he didn't loosen his grip, so I tried to pry his hands off of me, which worked when we got into my room.

"Do you think I am incapable of walking or something that feel the constant need to drag me everywhere?" I asked as I held up my already bruising wrist.

"No. But I know you are incapable of following simple instruction so I couldn't take any chances." He shrugged.

"Why don't you let people in your room?" I asked, thinking back to the conversation I had with Remi.

"That is none of your fucking business." He hissed at me.

"Struck a nerve have I? Let's dig deeper into that shall we?" I asked sarcastically.

"If you know what's good for you, you'd stop while you're ahead." He gritted, clenching his fists to relieve his bubbling anger.

"Something must have happened to you as a child and now you've formed an attachment to your room that makes you feel safe. You got anxious and uncomfortable at the fact that Remi had people you didn't know go into your room, compromising how safe your room actually is." I said, enjoying watch him get so angry.

"Shut up."

"So what happened to you? Was it your mom? Or a sibling? An uncle maybe? Or was it your dad?"

"Shut up. Shut up. Shut up." He screamed at me.

"That's it. What did he do? What did he do to you that's made you like you are?" He was slowly breaking down more and more the longer I talked and the further I questioned him.

"Fuck off. Just stop it. It's none of your fucking business." He shouted at the top of his lungs as he punched the wall right next my head, sending brick debris everywhere.

"What's wrong sweetheart? Has someone made you angry?" I laughed as I patronised him, speaking in a baby voice.

"Oh, if you only you knew what happened to your daddy dearest, then you wouldn't be so fucking cocky you psychotic little bitch." He spat.

I swallowed hard. He knew what happened to my dad. That's something not even the police knew about. They are still working on his case trying to figure out what happened.

"What did you do?" I said, barely above a whisper. He chuckled and made his way to the door.

"If only you knew." He said with a sickening smile as he left the room.