Doted On By The Mafia Boss

The two stared at each other without moving an inch, neither did they spoke. It was as if the two were stunned by seeing each other at this hour of the day. She had locked herself in the tub since the evening, she even refused to eat and thus wasn't aware how crazy he was driving himself off finding her missing in the room. He was at the verge of collapsing due to anger when he was unable to find her. Now he realises that she was here the whole time while he was rushing rukoos out of worry. For someone reason he was more pissed off right now.

A brief period of ten seconds passed away and the man stood there mum, for some reason the girl had a bad omen about it.

She loosened herself from her grip and continued to stare at the man with a confused expression on her face. As she thought the man's calm expression slowly turned into that of rage.

"I am screwed!" Something inside her yelled out; without thinking another second the girl sprang up to give way to an unsuccessful attempt of escaping to God knows where. But the man's reflexes were fast as he caught hold of her before she even exited the tub. Gripping on her wrist he shoved her frail body against the cold wall, holding her chin from his other hand he pushed himself on her, successfully trapping her between him and the wall.

The girl shivered and surrende9 as she was smart eno5 to know that protesting would only put oil to the fire. Ryan glared into her bright teary eyes and inquired, "What were you doing here?" The girl closed her eyes to portray herself a little less scared, raining as it with not even her lips moving she looked lifeless as a puppet. She was weak, there was no way she could overpower him.

Ryan forced himself on her, enunciating himself again, "I asked what were you doing here instead on being on your bed and sleeping?" She bit hard on her lips and quivered, the bathroom fell silent as neither of them dared to talk.

Both of them knew why she had locked herself inside in here, it was just that Ryan wasn't willing to admit that he had hurt her. He undeniably hates to see her like this and that fact that she was blue solely because he was harsh on her.

of the arena- she was already in the bathtub telling herself not to cry but this man came and triggered it. Now she wasn't sure if she was sobbing out of sadness

single tear ran out from the corner of her eyes, staining that bright mole of hers wet. It came crashing down on the back side of his hand making

worry as he distanced himself from her. The girl

to do now. He was stupid to have forced himself on her and treated her with this tone. Jack was right, she won't be willing to live with him if he treated her this poorly or even if

stop her from crying or else he knew his mind would stop working. Ryan was a smart man but when it came to human interaction, especially woman, he would go

printed in his mind that if someone was crying they should be put to sleep. Without giving it a second thought he held her wrist and pulled her closer; bending down he picked her up in his arms in

started walking out of the bathroom; her heart skipped a few beats as she looked up at the Adonis who had her in his arms. Even though there were hint of years in her eyes

pulse of his stable heartbeat was booming in her ears through his chest on which she had her head. The man looked straight at the way out serving the girl with his side profile. No matter what profile

got access to

kept staring at him with her big round eyes guarded by her wet eyelashes. Ryan fell in a daze, it was his first time he

the call immediately. "Bring dinner for her." He