Indebted To The Cruel Mafia Boss

Katie's POV

"Paul! I'm home," I called out to my boyfriend of three years in our home, but no response.

"Is he not home?" I wondered to myself as I wander into the house. That was when I started to hear strange noise coming from our bedroom, I hurried down the hall towards the bedroom door, it sounded like moaning.

As I neared opened the door, it was indeed moaning. I hesitated for a moment, wondering if I should enter. But my curiosity and fear got the best of me and I pushed the door open, only to find Paul in bed with another woman.

My heart shattered into a million pieces as I saw them tangled together, their bodies moving in unison. The woman glanced at me for a moment and smirked before returning her attention to Paul.

I felt a rage boil inside of me as I stormed towards them, grabbing the nearest object - a glass vase - and hurled it at them. It shattered against the wall, startling them both.

"What the hell, Katie?" Paul exclaimed as he sat up, his naked body exposed. The woman next to him scrambled to cover herself with the sheets.

"You cheating bastard!" I screamed at him, tears streaming down my face. "After everything we've been through, how could you do this to me?"

Paul tried to explain himself, but I didn't want to hear it. I grabbed a lamp and threw it at him. I threw it with all the strength I had, this was a fucking lie right? I saw red, and couldn't see straight.

"Katie stop!" Paul shouted as the woman scrambled away from us. She was dressed now and rushed from the room. But I didn't care, my mind was blank as I grabbed the first thing in front of me, which was a vase, and threw it at him.

"You fucking bitch!" Paul shouted as he picked up the vase. For a moment, I thought he was getting up. But then I noticed that he was simply moving away, putting distance between us.

"Katie, we can still fix this, just calm down," Paul said to me.

I scoffed, "To hell with you and your fixing," I halted at him and exited the room.

"Katie, come back! We can still work this out!" Paul shouted after me as I ran to the bathroom.

I felt the tears returning, and I laughed, "Work what out? You're a lying scumbag!" Anger consumed me again. I put my hand in the sink, grabbing the first object I could find - this time it was Paul's razor - and flung it at the mirror.

I could hear him step into the bathroom, but I didn't care. I grabbed the shampoo bottle and tossed it at the mirror, until it shattered, showering me with glass. I suddenly felt Paul's arm grab me from behind and pull me away from the sink.

"Katie, stop this, you're going to hurt yourself," I heard him say. But I didn't stop my tirade of rage until the bathroom was trashed.

By then I was out of breath, panting and feeling the anger rush out of me as tears ran down my face.

"I hate you Paul, so much." I declared and slowly walked out of the bathroom to the front door.

So, I left.

I wandered around the street for a while until I found myself at the entrance of the local pub down the road, and i thought to myself, "Why not drink the night away?"

The pub was quite busy and I managed to grab the last seat in the bar, which was next to the bar. A young woman took my order and set my drink down in front of me. I didn't notice where she went after that.

I gulped down my first drink, it slid down easily - it was my third - and I was already beginning to feel the burn. The alcohol was helping to ease my mind, but I was still pissed off.

I was ready to down my fourth drink when I felt a tap on my shoulder, turning my head to see who it was, and that was when I noticed the freckled face and dark brown hair of the girl from before.

"Don't mind if I join you?" she asked. I didn't respond and simply turned my head away from her.

"I'll take that as a yes," she said as she sat beside me. "I'm Alyssa. And you are?"

I looked at her and knew I was already getting tipsy, "I'm tipsy," a giggle followed and she smiled at my childishness, but I didn't mind and I was too heartbroken to care.

Suddenly she announced, "Let's be drinking buddies." Exactly what I needed, so I ordered another round of alcohol for us and we began to drink.

It wasn't long before my favorite song came on, so I dragged my new buddy down to the dance floor and we started to dance.

I was having a great time, she was a good dancer and we were having fun together. Until she moved closer to me, and then I felt her hand against my leg, and I knew what she was trying to do.

But at this point, I didn't care. I was tipsy, and drunk and madly in love with someone who didn't love me back.

I suddenly pulled away from him and I came face to face to someone else, even with my blurry vision I was able to make out a figure of a man.

I looked around, drunkenly, "What?" I mumbled, feeling the man's hand around my neck, pulling down my shirt.

"Freya?" I heard his deep voice in my ears, but I couldn't make out any meaning to it.

I simply giggled as this strange man felt through my neck like he was looking for something, then it stopped.

"You're not her, you can continue your fun," he whispered in my ears again and turned to leave, but I held him back.

He turned to question me, and I tried to answer his unasked question, but as I opened my mouth, I couldn't hold back the vomit.

I threw up all over him and ended it with, "oops," and a giggle.

"What the fuck?!" He shouted and his voice boomed over the club noise, but I didn't care as I dropped on the ground like a sack.

Clearly drunk.

Cephus' POV

"For the last time, Vincent, where is my money?" I pointed the gun to the trembling man who is owing me a hefty amount of money.

Vincent's eyes widened at the sight of the gun. He stuttered, trying to come up with an excuse, but I wasn't having any of it. I needed that money, and I needed it now.

I tightened my grip on the trigger, watching Vincent's every move. He slowly reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of cash. My eyes lit up at the sight of it.

But then I noticed something strange. The bills were stained with blood.

"Where did you get this?" I demanded, my voice rising.

Vincent hesitated before finally confessing, "I... I did a job for someone. They owed me money and paid me in this."

I felt a chill run down my spine. Vincent was involved in something far more dangerous than just owing me money. And now I was involved too, just by association.

But I didn't care, I wanted my money and everyone knew I was not a cool man to deal with.

Vincent stuttered, "I-I'm sorry, Cephus. I-I don't have it yet. I promise I'll get it to you soon."

I sneered at him, "Soon? Do you know how long I've been waiting for this money? I have people to pay and they're not as patient as I am."

Vincent's eyes widened in fear as I stepped closer to him, the cold metal of the gun pressing against his temple. "Please, Cephus, give me more time," he begged.

I hesitated for a moment, considering his plea. But then I remembered how many times he had promised to pay me back and failed to do so. I couldn't let him get away with it again.

Without warning, I pulled the trigger and watched as Vincent's body fell to the ground, blood pooling around his head. I felt no remorse, no guilt. This was the life I had chosen, a life where violence and brutality were necessary to survive.

"Clean up this mess and pack those money," I instructed my men and walked out of the house to my car.

I sat comfortably, "Myra club," I ordered my driver and soon we were out of Vincent's building.

We got to the club in no time and I made sure to instruct the manager what I need for the night.

"Make sure I am not disturbed, unless I say otherwise, this meeting is important to me," he nodded and left me to my clients.

As they began to talk, my eyes wandered around the club, noticing a few new faces, and I signaled to my boys to be on the lookout for any rival gang member.

But as I scanned the room, my eyes landed on a woman sitting alone at the bar. Her long, black hair cascaded down her back in soft waves, and her bright green eyes seemed to sparkle in the dimly lit room, looking like she has let them cry.

I couldn't take my eyes off her. Something about her intrigued me, drew me in. So I looked closely, then I realized she looked like her.

"Freya." I whispered, feeling floored.

So I stood abruptly, startling my clients, "Excuse me gentlemen, I'll right back," I said, walking in her direction, but as I got to the bar, she was no longer there.

I looked around, but she was lost in the crowd, so I got on the dance floor where I could clearly see she was drunk, but I needed to check if it was Freya.

"Hello," I finally got to her, but she seemed out of it, too drunk.

So I placed my hands on her hips and danced with her a bit before pulling her in for a kiss, I couldn't stop myself from getting.

The kiss was okay, but it was clearly not Freya, but I had to check on last thing, so I looked closely for her birthmark, the one that usually sit beautifully on the nape of her neck.

"Freya?" The strange woman whispered, slurring her words.

Disappointment hit me hard when I didn't find the birthmark, but I was ready to leave her to have her fun when she pulled me back.

"What is it?" I wanted to ask, but she opened her mouth and threw all over me.

"What the fuck?!" I shouted watching her drop to the floor like a sack.

My men surrounded me quickly, looking for any real threat, but I was disgusted by what I was covered in, "Get me a fresh shirt!" My voice boomed as I commanded on of the men.

As I waited for the fresh shirt, I couldn't help but feel foolish for thinking that woman could have been Freya. It had been years since I last saw her, and even then it was just a glimpse. But still, the memory of her haunted me, and I couldn't shake it off.

When the shirt arrived, I quickly changed and made my way out of the club, feeling like I needed a shower to get rid of the stench of vomit.

"Carry her, she's coming with us," I ordered and got into my car.

As we got home, I noticed something was off and it quickly clicked, we've been ambushed so I made sure the girl was safe in the car and signaled to my men to get ready.

I got out of the car and pulled out my gun, ready for a fight. My men followed suit, and we took cover behind the nearby vehicles, waiting for the attackers to show themselves.

After a few tense moments of waiting, they finally made their move. Gunfire erupted in the air, and I could hear the sound of bullets whizzing past my head. I returned fire, my shots hitting their targets accurately.

The attackers tried to retreat, but my men and I pursued them. We chased them down the streets, firing our guns relentlessly until they were no longer in sight.

Breathless and covered in sweat, I made my way back to my car, where the girl was still waiting for me. I opened the door and pulled her out, carrying her in my arms.

I took her inside my house, where I laid her down on my couch and examined her more closely. She was still unconscious, but she seemed unharmed.

With the anger still bubbling inside of me while looking at her face, I turned to my right hand man, "Draw up the papers, debts needs to be paid."

Katie's POV

"Rıse and shine, stranger," came the deepest voice I have ever heard in my entire life.

I woke up groggily, trying to fight the sleep off of my eyes as I rubbed my eyes, trying to take in my environment.

"Where are my?" I asked, sleep still deep in my voice as I peered at the shirtless man looking at me with murder in his eves from across the room.

"You're in my palace prıncess," he replied with a smirk, removing the huge tobacco from the parting of his lips as he played with a sharp looking blade between his fingers.

I quickly scrambled from the bed, pulling the duvet over my body, but not before checking if my clothing was still intact.

"What did you do to me?" My voice shook, as I forced the tears away, seeing myself in another clothes.

He chuckled evilly, "Don't worry pet, I did nothing to you," He suddenly stood up, his height scared me, so I pulled back on the bed and was about to scream.

The look on his face scared me, but instead of coming towards me, he walked to the door, so I took that as cue to take my leave.

Not bothering to look at the room I'm in, I look for my dress, the one I remember wearing the day before. The day I caught Paul with another woman.

I couldn't find my clothes, so I dropped to the floor to get a better look at under the bed, but my head hurts a lot and memories of the previous night came rushing to me.

"Oh no!" I kept repeating while holding my head.

The man turned back with a glare and a smirk lacing his lips, "So, you remember?" It was more of a statement than a question.

As he asked the questions, two hefty men walked in holding a suit in their hands, I wasn't too quick to realize what was happening, but when I did, my eyes widened. At that moment, I quickly did a prayer to God, "Rescue me from here and I promise to never set foot into the club ever again."

I squeaked, hearing his voice so near to me, "Yes," I managed to reply, not audacious enough to look him in the eyes, but he has other plans.

He held my chin and forced my face up, "Look at me," the command in his tone brought me to my knees, it made me tremble in fear and I almost wet myself.

"Yes sir."

He hummed, pleased by my response, "Do you on what you did?" He queried, and I nodded.

A minute passed, but I refuse to talk, "What did you do?" He decided to ask.

"I threw up on you. I promise I will buy you another suit, please just let me go." I rushed out quickly, hoping to touch a soft spot in him.

He did his evil chuckle again, "No can do," then he started to touch my face, I quivered in fear, silently praying he wouldn't hit me.

"Please, I'm so sorry, I didn't know what I was doing, I was drunk, but I promise I'll pay you back for your suit, just let me go please." I pleaded, the almost rolling from my face, but he remained unfazed.

He pointed at the suit one of the men was holding, "Look at it, do you know what brand that is?" He inquired and I looked lost.

I have never been one too big on fashion, I don't even know of there is anything called brand, I wasn't sure how to reply so I won't incur his wrath, so I kept quiet, but that didn't sit well with him either.

He chuckled, "Of course you don't know, what does a girl like you know," I knew he was referring to my class in the society, but I dare not make a sound, I kept my head low, but his finger held it up again.

"I'm sorry," I whispered dejectedly.

"A pretty face and a strong figure," he replied, looking at my body. The men holding the dirty suit long gone now.

"What?" I was lost on what my physique has to do with his dirty suit, then I realized he might want me to wash it with hands.

My brain lighted up, if it got me out of trouble, I would gladly jump at it, so I did without wasting a second.

"I'll do it, I'll wash the suit with my hands and it'll be as good as new I promise!" I exclaimed, putting on a sweet smile, hoping he wouldn't see through my jitters.

His eyes looked straight into mine, looking really murderous, "Do you know how much that suit was supposed to bring me?" He yelled, pointing angrily at the suit the men left on the bed.

I curled up, "I'm sorry, I'll pay you back,"

He scoffed, "Hundred billion dollars?" My eyes widened at the price of the suit.

"From a suit?" I wanted to ask, but I kept the question to myself.

"Do you know how much you are to pay me?" He grabbed my neck with his left hand and puff some smoke on my face. I coughed, but he didn't stop his ministrations.

I shook my head mumbling "no"

"I expect a billion dollars from you," he said it like it was some spare change. "And soon too." He finished, leaving me to hope that 'soon' means like twenty years.

So I asked, "Is ten years enough to pay back?" He smirked.

He looked at me indifferently, "You have two option, pay me back in a week..." he said first, leaving me hanging and my eyes wide. "Or work as a sex toy in My club." I was stumped and looked at him incredulously.

"What?" I whispered, totally confused where I would see that kind of money in a week time.

He brought out and flinched the blade in my face, I dropped to my knees bowing down pleading for my life, "Please."

But he wasn't having it, instead he dropped a piece of paper on me and shouted in my face.

"Sign it!"