Melted The Heart Of My Mafia Boss

Chapter-18

KAITLYN

I know everything is going to be worst.

As I pressed the 'enter' button and the mail was sent to him.

I closed my eyes and rested my head on the chair backwards. I opened my eyes and looked around the room again.

I stood up from the chair and walked out of his workplace. I slowly went to the room and sat on the bed, letting my legs hang and lowering my head, looking at the white clear floor.

"Is it done?" I heard a voice... similar to... Oh shit! In sudden, I got up from the bed and looked at him.

I know, he would know it but this fast. I can't believe this. Robert was standing near the door of the room.

"How can you go so cheap, Kaitlyn? I was not wrong before then, you are not more than a whore." He slowly entered the room and locked the door.

All colours of my face faded as I felt his voice dangerous and terrifying.

"Be a good girl and don't you dare to take a step back." He said as he took his steps towards me.

I followed his orders and stood there, lowering my head.

I know he is going to hurt or something worse and I accept it because I... did a mistake. But... I don't have any option also.

My breath hitched as a sudden pain on my forearm made me blank. I looked at him and was so shocked to see him holding a belt, rolling it around his hand in a dangerous manner.

"Robert?" I slowly whispered his name. But instead of showing any mercy, he whipped the belt on me, again.

Then, He heartlessly started to beat me. There was no other damned option for me to escape or stop him. I could just cry and scream in pain.

After when he is so satisfied with his deed. He slowly lowered his body to my level as I was laying on the floor so covered with my blood only. He removed my hair from my face.

"Does it hurt?" He asked me.

You are a monster, Robert Williams. How can be you so cruel? I never did anything wrong to you. So, why with me, Robert?

I slowly sobbed. I thought it was better not to reply to him. But how could he tolerate my silence? He always wanted an answer to his meaningless questions.

I noticed his hand, getting his grip too tight on the belt, he was holding.

"It hurts, does it?" He asked me again.

I suppressed my cry by closing my eyes and biting my lower lip. I nodded to his question. Of course, it does hurt me. Very much!

"Words," He said "Bitch." He cursed me.

I slowly opened my eyes and looked directly into his eyes. Those dark brown eyes were so terrifying to make me flinch in seconds but I still looked into his eyes.

"It does... It hurts, Robert." I said, weakly.

He smirked and looked away then again at me.