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BOUNDED TO A MAFIA KING

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Her first day at college was such a hell that marked the beginning of different coils in her life. Her fate took over th...

RomanceSuspenseMarriageMafiaBillionairePossessiveTrue LoveSecond ChanceSoul Mate18+

HIM

SCOTT'S MANSION 

“Young master, young master, it's time to wake up,” a voice echoed, causing a reedy unstoppable alarm.

“Get in” a deep, husky voice replied.

He recognized that voice very well; that was the almighty-fabled Jimmy's unmistakable, icy voice he was trying to wake up. 

The oh-so-gorgeous god of beauty.'

He thought farcically and cleared his throat, a goofy grin spread across his face.

He almost forgot to breathe, hell knows how long he's been waiting for this moment.

“Now,” The husky voice added, making the transgender heart skip a bit.

“Gosh, that was so cold,” he muttered to himself, and he quickly adjusted his dress. 

The vibrant Indian attire hugged his curves, and his belly bumped out, which made him look fantastically stupid.

His smile widened as he opened the door. And behold, before him stood a figure with striking features.

His eyes captured Jimmy's naked body, and he gasped, completely awed by his characteristics. 

His gaze shifted down to his shirtless torso, a masterpiece of muscle and sinew, that drew his eyes inexorably like a magnet attracting steel. 

A hint of his earthy and masculine scent wafted through the air, causing goosebumps to crease his skin.

His toned body seemed as though it had been sculpted by the gods themselves. Every ridge and feature accentuated by the warm glow.

The transgender heard his fingers click, jolting him out of his stupefaction. His eyes glittered and his smile widened in amusement. 

“Oh goodness, he's… shirtless!” his mind screamed loud to his ears as his hands flew to his mouth.

“Come closer,” The husky voice commanded. 

“Oh, sir!” The transgender blurted out, and a smile crept to his lips silkily.

'Did he have to be this shirtless early in the morning, huh? The goddess of the moon might just take him away, and it won't be nice at all.' He thought ludicrously as he took a step closer.

A thundering sound echoed in the room, making the transgender fix his ground immediately and hold onto his both cheeks with terror written all over his face. 

It's really not good acting all facetious around him early in the morning.

His gaze was so cruel that the transgender found it difficult to bear the intensity of his piercing stare, so he quickly bowed low.

Jimmy grasped his neck in a tight hold, and he raised him effortlessly, amused by the terror on his face. Then his grip tightened.

“Look, bitch, I don't need you or any alarm to wake me up, understood!” He shrieked, his jaw clenched in annoyance as he threw him away like a tiny piece of trash.

He ran his hand into his hair, looking so frustrated like he just got a pillar of bread to finish within seconds. 

'These people surely knew how to piss him off; how the hell did he even find his way in here in the first place.' The thought rumbled his head and his merciless gaze settled back on the transgender battling with pain steps away.  

The transgender groaned in pain as he struggled to get up.

“Get out, you fool!” He roared as he landed a heavy kick on his back that took him straight to the door.

The transgender crawled out of the room like a helpless snail with a broken shell. Fear and grimace were written all over his face; extremely terrified and wounded.

Jimmy stretched his body as he yawned loudly; he walked inside the washroom, brushed up, and retired back to his room. 

He took his seat on the bed as he went through his phone.

Then, he clicked his fingers, and two men in perfect, well-ironed black suits came in, bowing low.

“Yes, boss, you called,” one of the men politely said.

“Ben make the necessary arrangements and get me outta here in thirty minutes!” He said coldly, without sparing the men bowing low in front of him a single glance.

“Ok, boss,” The man said and gave a bow before leaving.

“And you find him!” Jimmy huskily said as he handed over a brown envelope to the other man and raised his head abruptly, staring deeply at him.

“And make sure nothing goes wrong, or else kiss your fingers goodbye,” Jimmy coldly uttered like he was just informing him it was the right time to serve dinner.

The man fixed his ground immediately, he heard him, and it's well known he's not kidding around, so he won't dare to make the mistake of making a mess right now.

For years, he'd adapted to Jimmy's cold nature, learning to anticipate his every word and action. 

He knew he meant every single word that managed to crawl out of his mouth.

He can be very adamant and aggressive whenever he wants to, but as time passed by, he learned to live with him without making a damn mistake.

Honestly, each of them is still working for him on just one favor; no one ever tried making a single mistake because just one mistake to him means they weren't capable of working for him anymore. 

And weak people have to be replaced, right? So it's easy for him to just get rid of anyone and make a replacement in seconds.

The world knew him as a ruthless young lad, but to some of them that wasn't the case at all. 

They believed if not for him some of them won't have gotten the chance to even live, talk less of serving him. 

They've always put in their best efforts just to please him, but being that arrogant beast he was, he never acknowledged their efforts, but here they are still working for him without complaint… Wait, can they even dare?'  

“Ok, boss,” The man said, snapping back from his thought and he bowed low and left immediately.

After a few minutes ticked by, he used the elevator.

“Good morning, darling,” A lady's voice greeted politely.

———

Jimmy recognized that voice.

«»«»«»

“Good morning, darling.” Jimmy clearly heard that voice; he seemed quite familiar with that voice.

Who on earth would it be if not for his so-called business head mother? Here she goes again. 

Strangely woke up in an unknown room over again. So who else could have the guts if not for his so daring mother, Beatrice Scott? Here they go again.

“Good morning son, coffee?” She said, her voice warm and inviting, as she offered him a steaming cup of freshly brewed coffee, which he never bothered to switch gaze to talk less of taking it. 

He just watched her perform her usual activities, which, of course, he considered craziness.

Well, she never insisted; her eyes twitched abruptly, and she swerved away.

Her brown eyes settled on a couch inches away, and she walked majestically towards and sank into the plush couch exuding poise and sophistication. 

The soft rustle of her gown and a whiff of her fresh, lemony cologne filled the air.

Her ponytail hair and red dress accentuated her poised figure defying her middle age. 

“Well son, hope you enjoy your night?” she confidently asked and took a sip from her cup.

“Now, you tell me what the hell I'm doing here again?” He demanded, his voice unyielding.

She raised to her feet and a smile flashed across her lips.

“Here we go again, son; you should be thanking me, okay? You were absolutely wasted last night; I rescued your ass. You would have been out there chilling with mosquitoes and cockroaches, but as your mother, I couldn't bear the thought of you spending a single night on the streets, darling.” She smiled warmly, concern etched on her face as she gazed into his eyes pathetically.

Jimmy's swift movement sent a whisper of air across Beatrice's skin. His anger simmered like a low-burning fame as he grasped her neck firmly, sending a shiver down her spine.

“Enough of your madness, old bitch! Your games are growing tiresome now. Aren't you tired? Get a life for yourself, at least." He said sarcastically as his grip on her neck tightened.

Beatrice, you're testing my patience. The next time you try this again, I'm going to dig your grave right before your eyes, and then I'll finish what should have happened fifteen years back. Bitch!” He retaliated coldly and shoved her away, reconnecting her back to the couch she had sat on moments ago.

Beatrice watched, frozen as Jimmy's figure receded into the air. Her eyes blinked rapidly as she gasped, still trying to attach the words all together in her head. 

Then the sound of approaching footsteps broke her reverie.

“Oh darling, when will you and that son of yours stop the hilarious drama you frequently concertizing in my house, huh?

Her eyes twitched abruptly and met with a cold piercing gaze; a middle-aged man dressed in a black retro suit can be spotted. 

His rounded figure and authoritative features carried an undeniable air of command.

The distinct scent of cigar smoke enveloped her mingling with the strong scent of his cologne. 

 A sarcastic smile crept to his lips as he walked towards her.

She rose with fluid elegance and intercepted him midway.

“Perhaps I should get you a calendar then” she retorted with a faint smile and walked majestically past him.

The man smiled mysteriously and took a long puff of his cigarettes, exhaling slowly into the air.

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