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(His Strange Prisoner)

Mafia Romance 💦💣🖤

Chapter Eight.

Olivia's pov.

Have you ever been in a situation, where your craziest thought eventually came into reality when you least expect it? It's strange, right? That's just the perfect illustration of what's happening to me presently. I can feel my whole body trembling as my eyes landed on his face. There is excess air in the room, but my lung is struggling to breathe. For a few seconds, it feels like time has stopped.

I felt the hovering cloud of despair lighten up and the unseen force that followed drifted my face back as I stared into his sea-blue eyes. My body became stiff and numb, especially my face, it seemed like all the blood present at that moment had started to drain out of my skin.

Is this really him? Or is this just an illusion? I can't say. Or maybe it is because I have been thinking about him lately, and that's making me see things. If it was him, I don't think there is a way to escape being slaughtered by him. Just like what I saw, his Aura screamed nothing but dominance. 

I wanted to push him away, who knows? I might be lucky to escape, even if that happens, will there be anyone out there to get my Ass out of this? So, that thought is useless.

" You," I tried not to stammer as I blurted out the shortest word I could think of. I'm too afraid to think straight in this position.

He drew his hand back immediately when I said this. What is he trying to do? Is he anxious to get rid of me as soon as possible? Have been thinking about begging him to let me leave a message for my family if he has no plan of letting me live, but that thought was when I'm still oblivious of the person's identity, but now that I know that he was that famous Prisoner that all the people in Alaska are hunting for, All my thoughts fell out my chest and crashed into the linoleum. 

I only saw him once, and that was on TV. Identifying him easily was weird to me. Maybe the reason is that I have been thinking about this since Michael told me his story.

But how did he break into my........

" You?" He mumbled, stopping my reverie. His facial expression seemed strange to me, but before I could even make sense of what he had just done, his face suddenly turned blank again.

The impossible just happened, no doubt about that. Without anyone telling me what I should be expecting, I already know the answer to this. I can't help but imagine what the policemen he killed today look like., The agony their family will be battling with right now, I can't see it but I believe I know the pain of losing a loved one. They used to say Experience is the best teacher, indeed.

For some minutes, he didn't say a word, while I also continued to stare down at the tile I am sitting on, awaiting my judgement with an empty head. He continued to linger around for a while before he eventually stopped.

" Look up," He commanded, his voice very deep, making me flinch. I can't help but quiver at the sound of it.  

I cleared my throat, trying to dislodge the sudden lump in it. I lifted my head to glare at him, but due to his size, my eyes first landed on his enormous chest, before I quickly moved them to his face.

He was wearing this stoic look, with no emotion, I believe I can find a hint of sympathy hiding in the corner of his eyes, but I found none. Everything about him is unreasonable.

" What brings you here?" He inquired. His Husky voice clouded the serenity in his voice. 

With a deformed voice, " I don't know what you meant," My already sweaty forehead creased to get her in fear.

He walked back to the couch I assumed he sat on earlier, took his seat back, and then crossed his legs.

" I'm asking you what brought you to Alaska?" He raised his voice, and that made me look down instantly. 

" I never intended to stress you....... I just got employed here, and I moved here yesterday..." I immediately split those words out at the speed of light. Hearing his voice was torture to me already.

" And you think this is the right time to come down here?"

" I'm very sorry, sir," I apologised while looking down.

He snickered evilly, " You are sorry? Do you think this is the right time for that?" 

I look up but do not look at his face. 

" I don't know, I'm very sorry..." 

" You should have said that to the person that made you come here, sweetie. Now, I don't think I have any choice," He sniffed. 

" I won't tell the police that you came here, I won't tell anyone that I see you. I will even leave Alaska the first thing tomorrow. Your secret is safe with me. Just let me go, and don't hurt me," The tears that have been fighting back have started to find their way out of their abode, I sniffed, making an effort to stop it, but it only made my eyes tearier.

 This is the part I don't like about myself, I tear up easily. Maybe this is serious, maybe I'm not overdoing it, but the thought of not saying goodbye to Mom and Mia when they left in the morning is adding to my pain. If I had known, if I had known that I might not be able to set my eyes on them, if I had tried to be nice to Mia when my Mom corrected me, I would have had memories to hold on to when I'm no longer here. But I fucked everything up, Maybe if life really safe me from this, which I doubt, I will be more grateful and cherish every second I spend on this surface.......

" I never give you the permission to cry," My sight was cloudy due to the tears that had made my face damp. With this, I still managed to notice that his eyes were looking at me intently.

His face is stoic.

He paused,  raising one of his fingers, " Firstly, what makes you think I'm here to kill you?"

" You are heartless, you killed two policemen," Have whispered before I realised what I just said. My eyes widened, what did I just do, this will only provoke him more.

He chuckled, " Really? I'm just disappointed that I have no idea of what you are saying. This is not Hollywood, you can't just be making a story up,"  He hesitated for a few seconds. He raised his thumb.

 " Secondly, you just got here yesterday, how did you know me, or have you seen me before?" His voice was sceptical when he said the last sentence like he was suspicious of me.

I rubbed my thumb on my face, "I don't know you," I fibbed.

" You just know I'm here to kill?"

I bit my lower lips in panic," I just assumed," I grumbled softly.

I gulped down the sticky saliva in my throat.

"But you said You when you saw me, is that also a coincidence?" He asked.

"I....."

" Remember I know the truth even before you say it, I won't spare you, but I can extend your lifespan for some minutes, maybe some hours, but I doubt that. Have never been that generous," He grumbled. I watched as he brought out a gun, and then used the tip of his finger to clean the edge.

I can hear the loud sound my heart is making inside of me, it is beating frantically as if it is aware of what I just saw.

" I saw you on the...Tv," My voice was barely above a whisper.

" Are you sure?"

" Or maybe have seen you before," I choked out.

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