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The gang leaders obsession

The virgin who stole the gang leaders heart. "You kill all the people that touch me for touching me only? Or is it just a habit of yours_ Killing people?" I dared to ask. I was shaking so bad and my hands were sweaty. I was visibly perspirating even though the Ac was on. Still, I just needed to get all these questions of my chest. He was acting so strange and mad. I knew that I would end up dead either ways. Whether I spoke up against him or not I was still going to end up dead. So why be silent? He started walking towards me, and with each step he took further I took one back in fear and desperation to create space between us, until I was backed up against the wall. He stood so close to me now I was practically breathing his air. "Like I told you in the very beginning when we first met, You're mine! And when something is mine no one touches it. So when another man wants to touch you beg him to stop not for your sake but for his. No matter how many they are or how minute the touch is they will end up below the ground the moment they do. You are mine." *** A terrible incident leaves Mira Scarred for life and she is forced to accept a life without love. But, fate has other things planned out for her. Mira's life changes when she is kidnapped along with other girls by White Lion's men. White Lion is immediately smitten by her. He falls deep in love with Mira and he will do anything to have her. Anything. Even if it means ruining all that he and his father before him had worked hard to achieve. Even if it means he would run far away from her. White Lion plays the game of love like war, everything is fair and no rules apply to him. Mira just happens to be the centre of his game. Mira who feels nothing. Impulsive, reckless Mira who hates men just like White Lion. His show of love is cruel, but his love for her is pure. Patron account: https://www.patreon.com/MiraHarlson Mature content: • Abuse. • Violence. • Sexual content.

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CHAPTER 2

Few months into their relationship Aunt Lisa let me and my two brothers stay in her house for a week.

It was on the third day of that week that my life changed, when I was asked to sleep in the same room as my brothers and Aunt Lisa's husbands nephew, Ken.

At first I was quite unsure of the idea but I trusted him and my brothers. Although, the reason for my skepticism wasn't entirely on the basis of trust but because ab initio I hated change.

The earlier two days in her house saw me sleeping in her daughters room, Bella, who was about six years younger than me. We were best of friends and she was really cute. She had this beautiful brown skin and big eyes that went well with her oval face. I loved her more than I loved the fact that her parents were rich.

Bella's room was the type of room a young girl like me would love to sleep in. It was small but beautiful.

There was a small bed just opposite the door and a huge wardrobe at the side of the room where all her clothes, books and teddy bears were hidden. I was a bit jealous of her as I never got to have so many teddy bears and books_ fairy tales to be precise, while growing up.

The window was by the side of her bed covered with pink flowery cotton, the room was also painted pink which had been my favorite color at that time. The rug was pink, her bedsheets and pillow cases were also pink. It was the kind of room I saw myself having in my dreams.

When no one was looking, I would look at my reflection in the vanity mirror which was placed by the side of the door and wish I had the life she had.

You often hear the word broken Don't you? but have you ever felt it so explicitly that you could be used in defining it, in describing it. When it so happened that every time you try to get fixed you are broken, over and over and over again, until it becomes a part of you, the feeling of brokenness.

That you cannot live without the feeling of emptiness, because it is the only feeling you comprehend.

I sound like a poet right? that's exactly how I felt as I laid down on the bed frozen. My body was there but my mind was not. It had again wandered too far away leaving my body at risk.

Back to reality I understood what my body was clamouring to tell me and what my mind was trying to prevent when I had felt uncomfortable about sleeping with my brothers and Ken.