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Chapter 15 | Good girl

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Fucked up.

It is fucked up.

"You are mine. Mine property." The mob boss's words echo through my mind as my look is stuck on the white ceiling.

Two days have passed since we returned from the basement and I haven't slept for a damn minute. Everytime I close my eyes I can either: see the prisoners banging against the bars, relive the butcher chasing me or feel the strong hands of Demetrios Nikolayev rubbing on my body, whispering in my ear that I'm his.

I must look like a zombie. As I said: it's pretty fucked up.
A least Scarlett will be alright, that's the only good thing that came from that basement trip.

BEEP BEEP BEEP

Ugh, I don't know why I even bother setting the alarm. I am laying with my eyes wide open till morning after all.

I roll to the other side of my bed and turn it off. Well, time to get up.
Slowly I sit up and get out of my bed heading to the bathroom.
I brush my teeth and jawn at least 15 times while doing it. Then I break apart my braid, letting my styled curls loose.

After dressing myself into my maid uniform and putting a little make up on my face to cover up the dark circles under my eyes I finally leave my room.

Slowly I make my way through the corridor and down the stairs. Today I'm working at the ground floor, cleaning, polishing, those kinds of chores.
At least it wasn't my turn to get up at 6am and help preparing breakfast today.

While walking through ground floor I notice some men carrying furniture, tables and mirrors. Hm, redecorating, huh? Why don't we just toarch the whole place, it'd be way nicer.

I decide not to even bother looking at them and the things they're carrying, I have my own problems.

Oh, so sleepy. I stop on my track, feeling a large yawn coming. I put my hand over my mouth jawning out loud as, suddenly, I hear shouting around me.

"Cali, move!" Deep voice roars.

I flinch, confusily looking around. "W-what?" What's happening?
Looking up, my eyes take in a large mirror falling down, it'll crash right on me!

I shut my eyes together, throwing my hands over my head to protect it, preparing for the hit.
Not a second later I feel another large figure jumping over my body. My face crashes against the person's torso, his wide chest and big arms protectively placing over my whole body as I feel and hear the big mirror crashing against the person's back.

BAAM!

Oh my, oh my God. . .

I finally open my eyes just to see that my face is pressed against a black dress shirt. And the scent that's coming from him. . . It makes my body melt. Fuck. Please don't tell me-

Next moment a big hand is wrapped around my jaw, making me look up to be met with burning green eyes. Fuck indeed.

"Are you alright?" The mob boss growls down at me, his look furious.

I still can't believe what just happened, my heart starts racing inside my chest. I shakily nod. "Y-yes, I-I think so." I barely get it out. I can't believe he put his body over mine.

"What the fuck were you thinking?" He roars into my face. "Are you fucking deaf? I told you not to walk here three times!"

What? He did?

I try to catch my breath, his shouting making me freeze in place from fear. "I-I'm s-sorry, I really didn't hear y-you." I confess, my voice shaking.

Finally he let's go of my jaw. "Stop fucking day dreaming." He warns coldly.