Saving a gangster, Son of the Mafia King

Chapter 3

"Where are you going?" 

I frozed at the sound, body stiff as a board. Composing myself immediately, I turned to face the owner of the voice. My breath got caught in my throat the moment I see who it is. 

"You asshole!" I screeched and pounce on him. His head banged against the floor and for a moment there, I was almost worried that his brain cells might be even more damaged. "You fucking retard! What the fuck do you think you're doing kidnapping me like that?"

He raised his arm to defend from my monstrous hits. He clumsily muttering out his excuse but I was to wrapped up in my distress. But my ears caught the word prank in it and my anger multiplied.

"You made me skipped school! I've never miss a school of my life! How could you?!" A choking sob found its way to my throat. My hair covering my face like a curtain and I feel Joseph going into a full out panic mode.

The floor is cold and hard. I sat on there for a few seconds until I Joseph's apology came pouring out from his mouth like a waterfall. After a while, he was still panicking and if I didn't know him, I would probably say he's going to cry.

My shoulder shook and I couldn't help it anymore. I let a laugh get pass my lips and then I was laughing so hard that my stomach was in pain and rolling on the floor like a buffalo. I sobered up a bit later.

I got up from the floor and looked at him with an amused smile dancing on my lips. He gawked at me and then let out a breath of relief.

"Geez Kat. I almost thought you were really crying back then." I shot him a disapproving look.

"I would never cry over something as stupid as this. So how does it feel being prank? Not so funny anymore right?" 

"Yeah." He mumbled looking at the floor guiltily.

"This is bad prank, even for you Mojo. I thought you knew better. But then again, with friends like yours, I wouldn't be so sure."

"I was just playing around." I rolled my eyes at the pathetic attempt of defending himself.

"And how did you managed to get your hands on those chloroforms? It's not exactly legal to have them for this means. And don't deny it. I know chloroforms when I smell one." 

Joseph averted my eyes. I studied him carefully and his eyes seem to lingered at something behind me. Someone must've been standing at the door since I have my back towards it. 

I was about to turn around when Joseph shot out of the room like his butt was on fire. I trailed my eyes after him and caught someone standing at the door frame. It took me every ounce of self control not to jumped up and started screaming profanities. Instead, I cooled down and think of every possibilities of why he might be here.

I squinted my eyes at the redhead trying to come up with something. Redhead. Blue eyes like Joe's. The same pale skin. Come to think of it, they shared similar facial features. I nearly hit myself for not noticing it earlier.

"You're related to Joseph." It wasn't a question. He knew it. "That why he was acting weird these days. He came to pick you up that day didn't he? I saw his car." 

"I'm impressed." He drawled lazily, obviously not impressed at all. Asshole. 

"I'll cut to the chase and ask you why you took me here. Joseph would have half the brain to do this and I'm sure you know this too." I stared at him and he stared back. I quickly got up from the floor and start searching for my belongings.

"I wanted to thank you for your kindness you showed me the other day." He talked blandly and I was considering if he was being sarcastic or not. I paused my actions and looked at him.

"Look, thanking people does not include the use of chloroform and dragging the body into your home. All you have to do is ask them for a bit of their time and tell them thank you. It's simple, really." The words poured out of my mouth slowly as if I'm talking to a child.

"I was told that actions speaks louder than words." I nearly facepalmed.

"Listen here buddy, the 'action' that you just did practically screams-no, not speak-screams kidnapping and a possible case of murder." I scowled at him and a spark of amusement lit up his eyes for a bit. "And I'm not even going to ask you why you even got shot that day. You're lucky that I didn't report to the authority about your case. I doubt the guy even want to rob you. You don't have anything valuable on your body. Who ever he is, he must wants you dead. Now excuse m-"

I didn't even get to finish my sentence when I was thrown to a nearby wall and the impact left me in pain. His face was dangerously close to my face and eyes darkened with murderous intent oozing from body. One hand choking my neck and the other pining my arm above my head.

His face was so close and I could see every detail clearly. But sadly for me, I have no time to enjoy as I like. The worst part is that I let my guard down and now he got me cornered. I swung my leg attempting to kick him but it only makes him pressed his body closer.

"How did you know?" His voice was low.

"A-assu-assumption." I struggled to talk with his tight grip on my throat. He let go of me and I fell to the floor, catching my breath. He sqatted down next to me. I glared at him, he only stared at me, all malicious intent gone. He's back to being the anti-social jerk.

He reached his hand to me, specifically to the hand print that was forming around my neck. I just eyed it warily, doing nothing as I was afraid of provoking him again. He brushed it tentatively. Seeing that I didn't flinch, he cradled my face and hold it upwards exposing my neck to him.

Vulnerability was the thing i hate most. And right now I was vulnerable with nothing to protect myself, the only thing that I could do is wait and hoping the he won't snap my neck.

A whole minute passed and he left. I let out my breath that I didn't know I was holding. What had I gotten myself into? All of this because I had saved a possible gangster that might have suffered from personality disorder. 

I hate my life.

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