The heartbeat of a mafia boss (Under editing)

Prologue

The day has turned to a dark night, the rain was rinsing and the thick heavy raindrops were hitting against the window.

A woman, a young woman was sitting in a bridal dress on the bed, the bed was big but old, the room was dark there was one window but the glass was dirty.

There wasn't a possibility to look out of it, the dust on the window glass was blurring the view.

The girl was looking around, she was calm, she knew what was coming to her, she was taught to obey and follow the rules of the man, who bought her. She was in bondage since she can think, her mother was a Prostitute, that is what they told her, when she asked about her.

They said, "that is the same you will do in future. You will be paid for the amusement, of a man's desire. You have the make him happy that is what your mother did. Then you will give birth to another one like you."

She always nodded, she knew if she won't they might do more wrong with her. She was always praised for her flawless skin, her perfect height and the body curves. They kept her away with other girls, who were similar to her, more beautiful than other's, even though she never considers herself als beautiful she was happy.

They didn't sold her to anyone just for money like other's, they didn't made her to a beggar or killed her by selling her organs. That is what they do with the other's, who are unfortunate even the boys or men's have to go though this, but they mostly runaway, when the time comes or they are addicted to drugs. They do everything willingly just to get another shot.

The room was smelling like pee, it was dirty often used and never changed. The bedsheet is dirty, she can see blood on it.

She was told the man, who bought her, had bought more than one from them, they all are his slaves. He is her new owner, if she won't follow his orders he can do whatever he wants to do with her.

The time was running like it does, there was never a chance she knew what was be her future. A rich man would come, he would buy and use her, later she would his toy or even worse. She knows other's were sold again or sent out for prostitution.

From her childhood to her adulthood she was brainwashed. She has no life, no will and no rights. She is a marionette of the men's.

Her life is baseless. She was born as a whore and will die as one.

*clan clank*

The door to the room opens and a man in his 50's entered the room. She was looking at him and her thought was drifting.

How should I call him? They told me he will give me orders, but what should I do, when he comes over me? I heard, it pains a lot, but you get used to it. They said 'you have to bear it or he will bury you'. If he won't get what he wants he won't leave me alive. But I have to obey, I have to be brave.

There was a movement on the bed and her trance got broken, "Oh girl you look so beautiful. The amount I paid for you was nothing in comparing to your beauty." He was praising her. His hand, the rough and dirty hand of him, was slowly coming near her feet. She didn't moved, she was sitting there like a statue totally frozen.

He smirks, "I will make you mine." The man stood up and opens his belt, she was witnessing the shape of the corpulent man, his belly was hanging over his waistband. He was hairy and dirty, he smells like alcohol.

She really wonders, how he could be that rich?

He turned to her, her veil was still on her face, he unbuttoned his trousers there was a sound.

She couldn't understand what it was, but at the door there was a man standing, he was in black, his face was covered with the heavy beard he was carrying. The eyes had dark circles around them, it looked like he hasn't slept for a long time.

I saw the man, but then my gaze shifted to the death man in front of me. He was bleeding from his head, there was a hole.

The man come near, "you bastard you thought you can fool me the King! How dare you?!" He was kicking the death body, he was pulling the trigger more than once, the bullets were all in the flesh of the death man.

"He is death." The voice of the woman brought him back from his rush of killing the man.

I was out of control, he had betrayed me. No one betrays the king. I'm the most dangerous gangster I'm the boss of the Mafia clan here in Czechia. No one dares to mess with me no one, and that man.

He was laughing looking at the corpse.

Haha you know this is My own father I killed him. Finally I found him and now I ended his life. He is nothing than a pimp. Now he is death and I feel relieved.

He put the gun back into the holder, he didn't paid her any heed.

She completely in trance stood up from the bed and follows him.

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How can this work?!

He is completely death from the inside there is no heart or mercy for anyone.

She is completely alone and caged in her inner, imprisonment is written in her destiny.

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Comment and vote should I continue?
Guys if the votes again decreases then I will stop making new stories! And end all I have now and no more. I will end all books and become a reader again.

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(Here is an authors note: I have kept the story without any specific couple! You are all free to imagine your couple for it! Like I have mentioned in the description
He calls himself as King
And he gives her the name Doll!)