Doted On By The Mafia Boss

CHAPTER 5- CONFRONTED

Bee stared at the three for a while as they started back at her; she looked like a drenched kitten

seeking for shelter. The woman let out a chuckle, turning towards her companions she said something

which was understandable to Little Bee. The woman said something chuckling to herself to which the

tall guy replied with affirmative response. The woman again spoke, they seemed to be arguing on

something. Bee was totally sure that it must be something about her, since she couldn't understand

what they were saying Bee chose to stay mum and gasped at them.

While the two were busy arguing the simple man in black shirt was watching her with his hawk like

eyes. Bee felt a little uncomfortable under his watchful gaze; still on her knees she tried to shift here

and there uncomfortably.

The two didn't stop talking until the spectacled man spoke; he just said a single word in a low tone yet it

managed to calm those two restless souls.

The man said few more words and they received a firm nod by the woman; she walked up to the Bee

and sat on her knees. Pulling up she started to undo Bee's shackles; from this close proximity Bee

finally saw her face and she was spellbound. That woman in biker gear was a real beauty.

Bee in her life had come across many beautiful woman; the place where she worked had some of the

really gorgeous woman on Earth. But she had never seen anything like this woman whose beauty was

ethereal even without any makeup. Her features and looks were breathtakingly alluring, either it was

her dove eyes or pouty lips... She was a rare definition of beautiful.

The woman undid Bee's hands and started at her, passing her the bottle of water she commanded,

"Drink!"

Bee whose throat was already yearning for moisture ignored every other thought and accepted the

water bottle without any protest. Twisting the cap open she chugged half of the content in the bottle

within a blink of an eye. After she was done drinking she kept the bottle aside and silently observed the

people.

It wasn't that she was afraid or anything, it was just that she had no idea what she was supposed to

say. There were million questions in her head. She really wanted to ask about their identity and their

purpose of bringing her here. But... Will it be polite for her to ask these questions all of a sudden.

The woman had a stone face, nothing moved in her face except for her eyes which used to blink every

now and then. She opened the little box she had with her and took out a bottle of medicine. She

carefully opened the bottle, pour a few drops on the cotton and started to aid the scratches and cuts on

Bee's arm and forehead.

The gel was a bit too hard as it started to burn on the wounds, Bee hissed in pain. The women warned

in a flat tone, "Don't move or I will make a few more cuts in tour body and pour the whole medicine on

you!" Bee immediately stopped moving but her harsh tone and warning pricked In her heart; she was a

little girl and wasn't used to anyin5 talki5 to her like this.

She folded her fists and tried her best to push down her urge to cry. A dull pain surfaced in her throat

as she unsuccessfully tried not to let a single tear drop off her eyes.

Bee's tender eyes filled with tears as she shivered slightly. The woman noticed this and looked up at

her; maybe it was her stare that made her more terrified. Her eyes gave up as tears started to rain off

them like pearls off a broken string.

Her crying intensified as her soft sobs and sniffs echoed in the room. The tall man let out a frustrated

grunt before saying something angrily to the man with black spectacles. The man didn't give him any

notice as he signaled the woman to continue with her work.

The woman didn't pay any attention to Bee's sobbing as she continued her aid. Within two minutes she

managed to clean off Bee's wounds and put band-aids on major cuts.

The woman backed off and again the three started at the girl sitting helplessly on the floor, satiating her

cries.

The woman asked, "Do you speak Spanish?"

Bee silently stared at them terrified; she was just too scared to speak out a word. The woman seemed

to be loosing her patience on her as she hiked up her voice, "I asked if you speak Spanish!"

Bee trembled and like before broke into tears, she was really not enjoying what was happening with

her. Too afraid to stay mum she nodded with a no replying her question. The woman then asked, "What

is your name?"

Bee sniffed, controlling her hiccups she managed to speak out, "B... Be... Bee... Bee!"

"Bee?"

The girl rubbed her nose and nodded in agreement. The woman asked about her address and Bee

somehow managed to say out the club where she was working. With the mention of Seductress the

expression of the woman changed... Was she that kind of woman.

Who cares?- She said to herself and asked the main question, "Which gang do you belong to?"

"Huh?" Bee was puzzled! Gang? Seriously... What kind of gang? Why will be she in some gang? She

muttered, "I am not in any gang!"

"Then how much did they lay you for the assassination?"

Bee felt as if her world slip off when she heard the word assassination. Why will she kill anyone, she

never even hurt a fly purposely! Bee retaliated, "I didn't assassinate anyone, you have got the... W...

Wrong person. Little Bee is an angel, she is good..."

The woman who had seemingly lost her patience pulled out her gun out of nowhere and triggered it;

the sound of the metal cackling thundered something within Bee. She was scared, she really really was

scared. The woman was no more beautiful but looked vicious and hellish to her.

The woman warned, "Don't you dare lie; admit everything and we will let you go!"

"I am not lying..." Bee cried, "I really didn't kill anyone."

The woman looked at the spectacled man and asked her again, "Then how did you find our boss last

night?"

"B... Boss?" Bee asked, confused!