Now that Mya has made a run for it, will she be able to survive running from the Mafia, staring a new life and love without been caught?
But what will this mean for Harry and his unbearable love for mya. Will he be able to accept that she has finall...
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Mya Amalia
"Will you Marry me?" He's on one knee infront of me. The cheesiest grin on his face, his eyes watering from emotion and I could never be happier. My hands grip my face tightly, in complete and utter shock.
I glance around the room. Little tea light candles Aline the counter, rose pettles under my feet, the light is dim. But bright enough to see the love of my life stood infront of me.
I gasp and throw myself on top of him, nearly knocking him off his feet. "Should I take that as a yes?"
I laugh as tears consume my eyes. "Yes! Quinn , of course I will marry you1" I yelp with excitement, love and pure joy. This man is the love of life. He makes me so endlessly happy.
"Well let me make it official and put a ring on that pretty finger of yours."
I stare at the wall. My heart races, my cheeks are warm. My nose is stuffy. My hands sweating. I can feel the life been sucked out of me like a gasp of fresh air. I thought I loved him. I do love him. But yet. He's the worst person in the world.
Im tied to a chair, my hands are zipped together with a cable tie and my ankles are duct taped to the legs of the chair, The nagging pain in my hip will not go away. I want to disappear.
I want to dissolve into this chair and never come back. I want the pain to take over me and just make me forget everything apart from that pain. I can just feel all my emotions swirling around in my head. Trying to push the depression aside. But, I dont want it to. I do not deserve to be happy. I have done so many wrongs to make anything right.
"Mya!!" Harry snaps his fingers in my face, My eyes slowly move over to look at him. He's stood with concern but anger on his face. "What the actual fuck are you going to do? You cannot roam the streets free, you have around twenty groups trying to find you right now, and you think it's funny to run like a child?" I just shrug my shoulders. I could not care less what happens to me anymore.
"Do I look like I give a shit Harry?" I give him a small smug smile, his face stays annoyed. I honestly do not care anymore. I lost everything I ever wanted in life. Let's not mention 2 children have been hung over my head now. My American leg of tour has finished. I have a month or so before my Europe tour begins, but what do I care? I'm tied up in a chair because of the one man that I just can't seem to stay away from. Why do I do this to myself?
"That's not true Mya, you wouldn't have fought Alyia back there. You would have just let it happen." Harry spits back at me, like what he said makes sense. I roll my eyes in annoyance "Ah yes Harry. Like I'm going to just let someone drag me out of my own car by my hair, which I will have you know isn't cheap to keep in good shape." I know I'm pressing his buttons right now. "Also why on earth am I tied up? Are you a freak or what?" I chuckle to myself as I wave my zip tied hand at him. He darts his eyes around my face and down to my hand. I can see his eyes becoming darker. Oh yes my favourite side of him. Totally. I shake my head at him. "C'mon baby let me out of these restrains I have a rather large cut on my leg I kinda need to fix." I look down at my leg, which is covered in crimson red from my waist down to my knee. I see Harry shake his head out of the corner of my eye. He begins to approach me. I get a little buzz knowing I still have that sense of control over him, he's right infront of me now. He reaches behind his back and pulls out a pocket knife. He moves it over towards my hand. But, being Harry he pulls my pants away from my skin and slices the material open, revealing a large deep cut running from my hip down to my knee, just like I bloody expected. He sucks in a quick breath.
"Ouch Princess, let me fix that for you." He gives me a lopsided grin before pressing a kiss to the side of my head. Wow is it that easy for him to give in. He stands up again. Looks at me, walking toward the door, he looks back, his eyes have turned dark again like it's just a switch in his brain. "I will be back to fix that when I trust you again." He chuckles at me as my mouth drops open in pure shock before he closes the door, the click of it locking.
No way has he kidnapped be twice. But this time I'm the leader of his fucking mafia group.
