Doted On By The Mafia Boss

Bee's eyes tore open to the blazing sun shining through the window, due to the long sleep her eyes were still sensitive and involuntarily snapped die to the rays. It was already afternoon of the next day, for a few minutes Little Bee sat upstraight on the bed trying to figure out where she was actually.

Jogging her memories she realized that two men broke open the door and were harassing her, slapping and pinching her wildly. They were about to sting a syringe in her hand when a tall guy came and made them let go of her.

Yes, it was him... Prince Charming!

Little Bee's eyes flared open as she looked around. Neither was she curled up on the cold floor nore was she in pain. She was wearing a silk pajama and her wounds were already treated, she was cozy in that large bed which could easily accommodate two. How did she end up here, this place looked foreign!

It didn't long for her to recollect everything, she was fainted when Prince Charming killed those bad bad men with his gun without mercy. The scene flashed in her mind and Bee couldn't help but tremble.

P... Prince Charming was not the one who she thought was!

Bee's eyes fell on the tightly shut pale purple door, while she was still trying to make a guess why and how she ended up here her dove eyes trailed to the stuff toy racks standing mightily by the wall. She was rendered speechless for a moment. These… These many stuffies! Bee couldn’t hold in her excitement as squealing she yanked away her sheets and jumped off the bed.

Like a little kid who was first time seeing a stuff toy she excitedly picked up every toy in her reach. Either it was the pink hello kitty or the furry panda, she took every one of them and hugged them. Holding a armful of toys she couldn’t help but giggle; Little Bee loved stuff toys. They were soft and adorable, she had a little teddy bear back at home which she used to play with. To her if fantasy world were real then it would be a room full of stuff toys.

Standing there her previous worries were engulfed by her tremendous joy; Little Bee took time and finally looked around where she was. What she saw was the best thing she ever saw in her lifetime.

it against the wall, one up holding a night lamp and a fresh flower bouquet while the other was left empty. At the corners there were two pots of beautiful creepers climbing the wall with the support of a stick. The right side of the wall, where she

layer of green. From there she could see armed men guarding here and there around the house. Without any further thoughts she jumped off the platform and

it was an encyclopedia. She pulled a long face, shoving it back she started to look at the other books kept there. Romantic novels, Shakespeare, comics and many other books were in it. “This is boring…” Little Bee said to herself before her

in there?” Her curious legs pushed open that mysterious door just to get amazed. It

wore in rotation. The elder sister’s had clothes but they didn’t have a wardrobe this

bathtub and shower. Bee was astonished for a brief moment; just how big was this one room. It was

a torturous impression in here, no soul was gentle to her so it was natural for her to develop a fear towards the people she was entrapped with. For a second she thought it was better to hide inside the closet and pretend she

figure by the window with his back against her. Little Bee tried not to make any sound but the man

of surprise other’s were dull like a graveyard. His face was poker like a statue while he stared down at her with

question, “Feeling better?” It was her first time hearing his deep

in a monotone; and once again the room drowned into an awkward silence. Again it was him who spoke up, “Thank you for

if he didn’t even know how to be thankful, it was just a blank string of words. Seeing her being silent and conservative Ryan furrowed his eyebrows; she wasn’t mute, she was being very brave that night when

“What is

distant. Ryan realized a hint of fright in her voice. Was she afraid of him? Well, anyone would be- he just killed two men right in front of her. She must think he is cruel and wicked; moreover she had a wave of traumatic experiences in here. For some reason Ryan was not happy

treat you like that.” Bee rose her eyes to look at him with bewilderment, maybe his response was a bit abrupt for her to process. He elaborated, “I won’t