THE MAFIA’S MISTAKEN BRIDE

CHICAGO

Jasmine’s POV

His eyes are blue and stormy. Ocean blue eyes, just like the eyes of the men I see on TV and drool over.

But his look is dark. I can barely figure out the color of his eyes until I look closer.

Everything else about him looks dark. His cardigan also has a dark hood.

The look is also icy and I find myself shivering in fear when I first spotted him. I notice he has been watching my every move from the kitchen cabinet to the counter where the food is been ordered from.

I work in a local restaurant, not as a cook but as a cleaner. My job is to clean the kitchen and wash the plates from 8 am when the restaurant opens till 6 pm when my colleagues come to take over.

I have been looking for another job for over a month now because of the kind of men who come here to ogle me and the rest of the female workers.

I haven’t gotten any positive feedback yet and I am on the verge of giving up. I wish I dare to tell my boss that I am not working again and then go home to sleep in bed all day without doing anything while my bills keep piling up.

Wondering why the man keeps watching me intensely like a hawk watching over its offspring, I walk over to the front counter to take off my apron and wipe my hands.

I am done with the day’s job.

“Good night, Joe”, I greet the cook.

“Good night, Jas”, he greets back with a smile.

I grab my jacket from the hanger close to the counter and shrug it up my shoulder. I turn back to grab my purse in the drawer before strolling out and walking past the men.

Today, my attention is only on that man with dark blue eyes. He doesn’t look like a regular customer. He looks strange, different, and extremely good-looking.

Too good looking to come to this type of restaurant.

He must be a rich guy but why did he come here? Why was he watching me?

Is the food today bad? Is that why he was staring with that dangerous look on his face?

I can see he also has company.

Ignoring the shivers rippling down my spine, I head out, the evening air brushing past my face.

I am wearing a pair of blue denim jeans trousers with a black t-shirt, a denim jacket, and white sneakers.

My hair is packed in a bun.

I start to walk along the gravel road, my thoughts jumbled up with several things in my mind.

My bills are piling up. I need to find another job. I also need to visit my old aunt, her health is seriously deteriorating but I can’t really help.

As I continue to trot along the quiet road, someone walks past me.

At first, I am thinking it is the man from the restaurant but when I notice he isn’t with a hood, I know instantly that he isn’t the one.

The man whirls around and makes his way back to me. This is when I see that he is another man from the restaurant. I have seen him in the restaurant quite a few times and he is one of the men who come to make a few passes at me.

Now, I know why I was attracted to that man with a hood. It just dawn on me now and the reason is that he is the first to come to the restaurant without saying a word to me or ogling me like the rest of the men.Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

He was just watching. My every move. Like an examiner.

“Hey, babe”, the dirty man grins widely at me as I stop walking, fear gripping me.

The road is deserted and I still have to walk for some more minutes before getting to the main road where I can get a taxi.

I glance back toward the restaurant but there is no one in sight.

“Where are you going?” He rushes over to me when I turn back to go the way I came. Blocking me, he takes a step further and I back away until my back hits something.

A car.

Is something inside? I try to check so I can call for help.

It is tinted but I can’t see anything.

“Let me go”, I say calmly. I don’t even know the damn man’s name. His breath reeks of alcohol.

“No”, he snarls and grabs my two hands, making my purse fall to the ground. He grabs my two hands and I let out a loud yelp, hoping someone will come to my rescue.

“No, baby”, he turns me around, my back facing him, his hands not leaving mine as I struggle with him, my face hitting the car several times.

“Let go of me, please. Please, I beg you”, I sob, wishing this isn’t happening.

Instead of a sound from him, I hear footsteps as though numerous men are walking along the gravel and I continue to struggle harder but his hold is stronger.

“If I were you, I will let her go now!” A voice laced with authority roars at him from nowhere making him stop his assaults on me.

He is trying to take my jacket off.

“Who the hell are you?!” He rasps out breathlessly. “She is my prey. Get lost!”

A tear drops from my eyes, wondering why the man isn’t rescuing me instead of exchanging words with this insane drunk man.

My hands and face hurt from the hitting.

I wish I can see the man so I can beg him to rescue me.

But I hear no word. No sound.

The man takes off my jacket and I cry louder, struggling with him.

Suddenly, someone shoves him away, making me free from his grip. I slouch to the ground in relief and facepalm myself.

“I told you to let her go!” The man’s husky voice reaches my ear as he growls in anger.

A knife clicks from somewhere and I stare up sharply, my eyes wide. This is when I see him.

The man from earlier. The men from earlier. There are four in number but he stood out from the rest of them. They are all in black but he is the only one wearing a hood. I can’t see his face.

One of the men gives him the knife and the next minute, my assaulter is shouting in pain and crying for help.

I watch in horror as he cuts his wrist, blood oozing out before I finally avert my gaze away from the scene.

My gaze meets with another man from his clique. He has a dark look too and his gaze is intense just like the man.

He is watching me as if we know each other from somewhere but I don’t find him familiar.

“Please!” The man cries out and they all surround him.

The man in the hood rises and takes a cloth from one of his men to wipe his hands before passing the knife to him.

I look down to see my assaulter whimpering on the floor in the pool of his blood, helpless and crying.

I am not supposed to feel any sympathy for him. He almost raped me but here I am wishing this man didn’t hurt him this much.

“Get rid of him”, he instructs his men and my ears perk up in alert.

My heart beat races and I almost shout at him to let the drunk man go. The pain he is going through right now is enough to make him learn his lessons but how will I explain this tomorrow at work?

The man in the hood with the ocean blue eyes gazes up at me slowly, his shoulders up confidently like a boss.

Slowly, our eyes interlock and I see his whole face now. A well-defined beard graces his jawline. He continues to give me that same look from earlier.

“Let’s go”, he motions to a car nearby but my head says otherwise.

He is a stranger. Probably a killer.

I can’t go with him.

My heart thumps wildly in my ribcage like it will soon burst out of my chest.

Instead of following him behind as he approaches the car he pointed to, I take to my heels in the opposite direction.