She’s Mine episode 26

😠SHE’S MINE😠

THEME: {She’s claimed by the heartless mafia}

✍️Written By Precious Pinky✍️

🌹 Chapter Twenty-Six 🌹

~‘Don’t ever leave me’~

N.A.R.R.A.T.O.R

“What the_”

The shooting didn’t stop, it rather increased.

What was going on?

This can’t be happening… there’s no way Vincent got to know about his hideout in Italy, right? And besides he has gone hiding and can’t be found anywhere.

Wait. He had gone hiding and can’t be found anywhere….

“Shit!” He have been in Italy all this while. Italy have been the country he was hiding in and he (rom-no) didn’t even realize it.

Damn, how stupid!

He was outsmarted by Vincent. He was outsmarted by the c*ckroach.

rom-no opened the locker of his desk and took out a gun, he grabbed Victoria by her wrist and instructed her to follow him quietly without making any damn noise.

She obediently nodded her head and placed her palm across her mouth so no sound will be able to escape it.

He was going to protect her by all means.

He won’t let any harm befall her. He will protect her even if it means dying in replacement of her… he would do it.

He opened a door leading to a tunnel. Victoria stared at it wide eyes before shifting her gaze to look at him, surprise.

He placed his index finger across his lip, indirectly telling her not to let out a word and get into the tunnel.

She knew better than to object to him right now. Those people out there that was currently shooting at them won’t stop until they die and she was no way ready to die. Not yet.

rom-no’s direction was her only way to survival and following his direction would cause her no harm but rather save her ass.

And besides, she trust him.

She went into the tunnel, praying to God to protect and keep her away from any harm _She was praying for him as well_ Yeah. It surprised her as well.

rom-no was walking behind her, holding her from behind by her wa-ist so she wouldn’t strip and fall _it was dark_ so don’t blame her if she falls.

Was rom-no expecting something like this to happen?

Was that why he made this tunnel for a time like this?

Who the hell is this people that wants him dead?

She knows very well that rom-no is a mob boss and will have lot of enemies but still!

They kept walking, maintaining the silence until they got out to an open area far away from the house where those people were still shooting at.

Victoria turned to look at rom-no, he was on the phone with someone.

“He is here.”

“What? F-ck! We will be there now.” Sniper said from the other line.

“No. That won’t be necessary.”

“But_”

“We are save.” He ran his fingers through his hair letting out a deep sigh. “I won’t be calling you for now until I figure out Vincent hideout. And as for his right hand man? Kill him.” With that, he hung up the call, opened the phone, he took out the sim and broke it into pieces before throwing the phone in,side a water.

“We need phone.” Victoria reasoned out, staring at the water as if that will bring out the phone that must be drowning by now.

“We need to live.” He said, walking towards a dark passage.

“Why are we just going through passages?” Victoria said, throwing her hands up in the air, following rom-no from behind.

“You can stay if you are tired of going through passages.” He retorted, not turning around to look at her.

“Who are those people by the way.” She suddenly asked. “And why do they want us dead?”

rom-no didn’t say anything but kept walking.

“You can’t ignore me now, rom-no.” She warned, hating the silent mode he was giving her right now.

“It’s has nothing to do with you, Amore. And point of correction, they want me dead not you.”

“They shot me so they have everything to do it with me.” She pointed out, hating the reply he had given to her.

He rolled his eyes. “You jumped right in front of the bullet.” He corrected.

“That sounded somehow.”

“Can you stop talking and get in?” She didn’t know they’ve gotten to their destination _well, not really but at least it was there escape_ In front of them was a white jet, the jet was huge and beautiful.

“Wow.” She gasped trailing her fingers over the jet. “Is this yours?”

“One of them. Now stop asking question and get in before they discover we are no longer instead.”

She climbed the stairs while he followed her from behind. As soon as they entered the jet, the door closes and it was lifted up and flew out to a opening area, the jet took a little while before it was finally lifted up above the ground to the air.

Victoria took a seat while rom-no sat away from her _She didn’t care, though_

She was grinning while looking out of the window. This wasn’t her first time to be in a plane but it was definitely her first time to be in a private jet. Like come on!

“How many of this do you have?” She asked breaking the ice.

rom-no stared at her for a while not saying a word. He knows exactly what she was talking about. “Twelve.” He replied.

She nod with a smile on her face. “Is this the best?”

“Well, I can’t say about that.” He replied.

She paused for a while before saying, “I’ve always wanted a private jet actually.” She smiled. “But I never seem to get one no matter how hærd I work.”

“You possess two hundred million.” He said, raising a questioning brow at her.

“Would that have been enough for me to own a private jet?”

“Nope. We are talking about billions here and not millions.”

She rolled her eyes of his arrogance. “You think I don’t know that. And stop rubbing your billions in my face!” She spat, fake glaring at him.

He chuckles. “I didn’t.”

-Silence.

-Silence.

-Silence.

“He is Vincent Santiago.” She was a bit confuse about what he was saying until she process it and came to the realization that he was talking about the people who were shooting at them earlier. And probably the only enemy who wanted him dead by all means. “He is an American mob boss.” He came to sat down at the seat in front of hers. “This fight isn’t actually for us…okay. maybe it was. It was passed to us from our Fathers.”

“Wait, are you trying to say the fight was passed on to you guys and there’s a probability of it passing to your generation?” She questioned.

He shrugged. “Of course. I took over from where my father stop, Amore. I have no other option.”

“Have you think of making peace?” She questioned, folding her hands in front of her, in her lap.

He rolled his eyes. “F-ck that!” He paused. “His father accused my father of murder. But my father said he didn’t do it.”

“And you believe him?”

“Of course.”

Victoria smiled reaching out to hold his hand in between hers. “You still love him.” she observed.

He snatched his hand away from hers and shot her a glare. “Never. He hurt me.”

“Who do you hate more between your father and yourself?” He didn’t answer. “I see the hate, rom-n…and it’s no hatred for your father but it’s rather for yourself. You hate yourself, rom-no and that’s why you went to scribble those drawing in your body…you want to keep tormenting yourself even after your father’s death.”

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V.I.C.T.O.R.I.A

“wow, I’m pretty tired.” she yawned, her eyes were at the verge of dropping close.

“You can sleep.” He suggested, scrolling through his phone.

“Wake me when we get to our destination.”

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Victoria eyes flutters open. She yawned loudly, sitting upright on the bed. She still feeling sleepy even after just waking up from one.

She lazily look around the room, trying to take in her environment.

A frame picture of nature hung against the white painted wall, the window was slightly open, a cradling chair was positioned at the corner of the room, the TV was switched on _vampire diaries was playing_ She was a bit confuse.

This was obviously a room. But what was she doing in a room? The last place she remember being at was in rom-no’s private jet. So where the hell was she now?

She slowly set her feet on the carpeted floor and walked over to the window. She peeked through it _she wasn’t flying_

What’s going on?

She hurriedly left the room and went downstairs to search for rom-no.

She look around the large but not too large living room but could not find him anywhere.

She went into the kitchen, there was no one. She even went as far as yelling out his name, calling out to him but there was no reply.

She was beginning to get worried now. Where was she? Why can’t she find rom-no anywhere? Did he abandoned her and left? Damn, why did she trust him? Why did she forget everything he has done to her?

How he made her do things she will never do if she had an option. How he enjoyed seeing her crying. How he caused her pain and suffering. How could she have forgotten those evil he did to her and trusted him like a f-cking blind bat?!

“rom-nO!” She yelled out, sobbing. She was stupid. Even with everything, she was still hoping he would come back from nowhere and wrap her in his arms. She was still hoping he never left her.

She shouldn’t have fallen asleep while in the plane!

She continued sobbing as she dropped on the floor, she hugged her knees against her chest, and placed her head in between her thighs.

She was helpless. She don’t know the country she was. She don’t have a phone. She have nothing to help her in this damn situation.

“Amore?”

That was his voice.

She can recognize that voice anywhere.

She slowly lifted her head…there he was standing in front of her, he was holding a bag in his hand and his gaze were upon her.

“Are you crying?” He questioned, walking closer to her.

She stood up to her feet and hurriedly rushed to him, she flung herself on him and wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him while still crying.

“What happened? Why are you crying?” He questioned, hugging her back as well.

“Don’t ever leave me like that again. Don’t!”

“Amore…” He called out, stroking her her hair softly.

Wait. Why was she hugging him? Shouldn’t she be mad at him for making her worried instead of hugging him? And why the hell was she afraid of him leaving her?

She quickly pulled away from him, turned away from him and left, he kept calling out to her but she didn’t answer.

She walked into the room and slammed the door shut, she sunk down into the bed, folded her arms across her chest and was glaring at the closed door.

She knew he was going to come. Probably in five seconds.

One…Two…Three…Four….

The door was pushed open, revealing rom-no. He walked in, shutting the door closed and came to sit beside her.

“What’s wrong with you?” He questioned.

“Where are you coming from?” She asked, ignoring his question.

“I went to get us new clothes.” He replied. “Your dress got damaged while I was bringing you in here so I…”

Victoria eyes quickly darted down to her body, she was wearing just a white dress. It wasn’t hers. It was rather his.

But….

“Who changed my dress!?”

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# To Be Continued…