"Open the door" a woman shouts banging on the cubicle door, waking me up out of the black I was envisioning. I try open my eyes, vision blurry and my body in aches. I tried to stand up to get the door, not even remembering how I got in the cubicle.
"Sorry, its occupied" I reply.
"You're going to have to open it, I promise you have nothing to be scared of" she replies.
I stand up, trying to ignore the pounding in my head and open the door. It is a woman in a security guard uniform. She intimidated me and I didn't want her to think I was just another drunk passed out girl in the toilet, who had thrown up their guts.
She came and picked me up, just as I started to fall back, almost passing out again. "I'm fine, I'll leave now. Thank you" I reply.
"I know what happened and no, you cant leave. The boss will kill me" she replies. I looked at her in confusion.
"The boss?"
"Luka. He will have me sliced up and fed to the wolves" she replies, putting a hand around my waist and pulling me to the sink.
" I don't know the boss, why would he care anyway" I reply, while she pats a wet cloth over my forehead.
"Don't ask me! He doesn't care about anyone, the selfish prick. Obviously you're different" she replies, helping me back up off of the sink.
Knowing how strong this girl is, my body gave in and I let her carry me out of the bathroom.
"Leila... wake up" I hear a deep, mysterious and husky voice speak to me. I don't know why I couldn't find the energy to wake myself up from whatever this was. I was so done with fighting and trying to defend myself, even though thats all I have ever known to do.
I moan out, trying to find words to speak.
"Wake up. Now" He speaks again. Who does this guy think he is, telling me what to do.
"Who are you? And how do you even know my name?" I reply, finding my words and opening my eyes. With dark olive skin, a golden tan, hazel brown eyes and dark brunette hair, he was sat next to me in what looked to be like an extremely fancy car. He laughed and smirked, looking down.
"Did I stutter?" I repeat myself.
"An attitude to? Looks like you found your strength again. Already" he said sarcastically, with a cocky smile plastered onto his stupidly sexy face.
I sarcastically laughed back at him. "Under-age and have an attitude? Should have said something sooner and I wouldn't have let you in my club" he continued, while looking at my ID - my real one. I snatched it out of his hand and reached for the door handle to let myself out. Its locked. Great. Another man to ruin my night.
"You off so quickly? Do I at least get a thank you for saving your life tonight?" He continues. What does this man want from me?
"For doing the bare minimum as a man?" I reply. I don't know what is up with me tonight but my tolerance for men is the lowest it has ever been. I despise them.
"Trust me, I can do a lot more than the bare minimum baby" he replies, reaching out to caress my chin with his thumb. I slapped it away.
"Thank you for helping me tonight, now can you please let me out?" I reply.
"See Leila, you can slap my hand off of you and be a spoilt little princess now... but keep doing that and ill make you fucking wish you respected me from the start".
"I said thank you. Is that not respect?" I reply.
"I'll show you what respect looks like. But for now, tell me where you live. Can you do that?" He asked.
I continued staying silent in the car, trying to keep my eyes open.
"You can sleep" he said, left hand steering the wheel and cigarette in the other.
"If I do, Im scared you wont actually take me home"
"I mean I can take you back to mine if thats what you want? We can get our first lesson of respect out of the way". I look at him in disgust and roll my eyes. Why does me showing respect to this man, the most important thing to him?
"I don't fall involve with men who try to intimidate and scare girls into fall involve with them. Thanks for the offer though". He starts laughing while taking a drag of his cigarette, letting the smoke waltz out of his mouth and evaporate in the wind.
"And here I thought Greek girls were the sweetest, most obedient and caring women" he replies.
"Obviously you have never dated one" I reply.
"One is all I need to meet" he replies.
YOU ARE READING
The Mobster's Princess
FantasyA lost soul, with an abusive step-father was left roaming the street, forced to find her identity on her own. Until the towns largest gangster falls in love with the lost princess that wins his iced-cold heart over, exposing her to a life that she w...
