Claimed by the Mafia King

“Let me go now!” He quickly swung me over so he was at my back.

Ken has surely gone crazy. I thought. Stack raving mad he definitely was mad.

I wanted to scream, something was up with him and it wasn’t something good. I felt it in my bones. I was just about to open my mouth when I felt something sharp pierce my back.

‘He is with a knife’ I mentally screamed like my mind didn’t already know it. I didn’t want to die not because I enjoyed life so much, but because I loved my family and I knew what my death would mean to them. Pain.

“What do you want from me?” I asked attempting indifference as my first defense.

“Keep quiet and follow me.” He whispered.

“There is a car waiting for us” he said Pointing to a black Toyota Camry. “You belong to me and I am here to take you. I know you Mira. Do not make any wrong move or I’ll kill you and kill your entire family then myself. They have no one to protect them. You won’t want anything to happen to your brothers now, would you?” He threatened.

He knew just how to get to me, and that’s because I told him, I told the enemy my weakness. Maybe he has been stalking me all this while. The psychopath. He was obsessed always had been.

Unfortunately for me I didn’t realize this on time

I felt like a character in a horror movie_but I will not be a prey. ‘I am not weak. I thought in firm resolve.

I took in deep breaths to calm myself. There was no need to get all worked up and angry_ I needed to think clearly and to think clearly I had to remain calm.

“You don’t have to do this Ken, there are a lot of girls who would want to be with you. Just let me go please, I am not special. Go for anyone else.” I said calmly, trying to appeal to whatever goodness he still had in his heart.

I was doing great so far at staying calm_ ok maybe not so great but at least I wasn’t hyperventilating.

“A lot is nobody, I want you.” he whispered into my ear. Did he think it will turn me on? Jesus Christ how revolting!

“I don’t Care for you in that way and I need you to leave me alone now or else I will_”

“Shut up and move!” he ordered. He pushed me forward and I lost my balance.

The key to the boutique and my bag fell down from my hands causing me to fear for my self even more. I hoped that someone around would notice what was going on and help me before it became too late_Or better still that the police would come around even though they were 80% useless most times.

“You think reporting me to my aunty was going to do you any good. I have grown. I am no longer the 16 year old boy who could be flogged for wanting what he wanted and now I’ll have you and my revenge for all the humiliation that you cost me.”He said in anger.

“You almost raped me damn you! I was only 12 you sick pervert!” I snapped, my emotions were starting to get the best of me.

“I have no regrets I_” Ken’s voice trailed off when someone called my name faintly, like he was tasting it on his lips_unsure of whether to call it or not.

I went silent feeling hope once again.

Ken stiffened behind my back_meaning that he had heard the voice too.

“Common move now.” He growled poking me with the knife. I flinched from the pain of the knife pressed on my skin but I didn’t move.

My resistance angered him so, that he pushed the knife into my skin. I felt my skin break and give way to the sharp edges of the knife.

I screamed as loud as I could. He put his hands over my mouth muffling my screams. “Don’t try to disobey me. I won’t mind killing you right now. Now move!”

I did as he told me, I moved.

We both walked slowly to the car.

I was surely doomed now.

“Do not try to play smart or I will end you.” Ken warned.

The more we got closer to the car, the more my hope of being saved from him died.

I made a mental note to thank my guardian Angel if I should get out of this alive.

“Turn to your right.” He whispered harshly, above my ears.

I turned as he directed as I was not oblivious of the fact that if I didn’t move then I could most probably end up dead.

“Mira.” The voice called to me again coming closer.

I knew who the voice belonged to, but I was confused as to how he knew where I was. Then I remembered that he had been stalking me for three days now. Anytime I went out to buy something I would see him standing by my gate watching me.

I always found it disconcerting, even though he did nothing but call my name, like he wanted to test how it sounded on his lips.

Honestly it scared me anytime he did so, but now I could not be happier about his presence even though I did doubt his sanity.

Ken tensed up behind me. I had only just a little chance of overpowering him at least not with the weapon he was was holding.

I hoped that if anything, this stalker would be able to create a diversion that could help me escape. And for the first time I was happy to see him. I called him Scar.

Everyone called him Scar.

Scar was tall, really tall.”I was tall for a girl” I would always tell people, but he made me feel like a dwarf. He was probably a little above six foot four or there about.

His shoulders were wide and broad. He was a bit muscular, in fact his body was perfect. His Adam apple moved in a sexy way every time he talked coupled with the fact that his voice was so goddamn sexy.

He had those type of baritone voices that just had a way of turning you on. His body was beyond perfect even though he was an albino, as white as snow.

But amidst all this perfection he had one flaw_ His face. People stayed away from him because of this flaw_ it was a scar that covered his entire face. A scar that came to define him.

It was not like his face was distorted but it was just scary to look at. Like you know the “he might be an alien kind scary.”

Rumors had it that he got burnt during a gang attack_a gang fight or whatever they called it.

Others thought a girl poured acid on him for breaking her heart. The latter was more believable because with his perfect body it was quite inevitable for him not to have broken a lot of hearts when he was still handsome.

Some people however thought that he was born distorted because he walked happily even with the scar on his face.

As if he was used to the scar being there, almost as if he wanted it.

Sometimes I wondered if he had ever seen his reflection in the mirror.

My mum told me that he just newly moved into the street when I was still in the hospital. He lived in a small caravan just opposite my compound.

He was alone all the time and I felt Pity for him, but I had my own troubles to deal with so I didn’t try getting close to him even though he seemed to fancy me a great lot.

“Let me go ken I promise that I won’t report you, you know that_ this is stupid! you will get caught.” I spat. My voice went from pleading to threatening.

“Shut up!” he shouted cutting me slightly with the knife. I winced from the pain. My heart continued to beat without rhythm, I was almost deafened by it.

I kept on repeating my mantra in my head as I tried to breath through the pain. I won’t cry, I am not weak. Crying is for the weak only.