Miraharlson

The virgin who stole the gang leaders heart.


"You kill all the people that touch me for touching me only? Or is it just a habit of yours_ Killing people?" I dared to ask.

 I was shaking so bad and my hands were sweaty. I was visibly perspirating even though the Ac was on. Still, I just needed to get all these questions of my chest. He was acting so strange and mad. I knew that I would end up dead either ways. Whether I spoke up against him or not I was still going to end up dead. So why be silent?

He started walking towards me, and with each step he took further I took one back in fear and desperation to create space between us, until I was backed up against the wall. He stood so close to me now I was practically breathing his air. 

"Like I told you in the very beginning when we first met, You're mine! And when something is mine no one touches it. So when another man wants to touch you beg him to stop not for your sake but for his. No matter how many they are or how minute the touch is they will end up below the ground the moment they do. You are mine."

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A terrible incident leaves Mira Scarred for life and she is forced to accept a life without love. 


But, fate has other things planned out for her. Mira's life changes when she is kidnapped along with other girls by White Lion's men.


 White Lion is immediately smitten by her. 
He falls deep in love with Mira and he will do anything to have her. Anything.


 Even if it means ruining all that he and his father before him had worked hard to achieve. Even if it means he would run far away from her. 
 
White Lion plays the game of love like war, everything is fair and no rules apply to him.

 Mira just happens to be the centre of his game. Mira who feels nothing. Impulsive, reckless Mira who hates men just like White Lion. 
His show of love is cruel, but his love for her is pure. 




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Mature content:
• Abuse.
• Violence.
• Sexual content.

The gang leaders obsession

"How do you know peter and why are you talking to him?" Chisom asked, when I stepped into the church pavilion where she had been waiting for me.


I towered over her by a few inches but she was thicker than I was by far. I didn't want to fight with her but if push comes to shove I planned to strangle her with the long pink scarf she tied around her bald hair.  


"Ohh." Her face brightened up immediately. She wanted to say something else but I patted her on the shoulder and walked back in.


I talked a little bit more with Peter, he told me a lot about his school which was mostly him complaining of how he wasn't eating because they weren't feeding him well in school and how he was kept away from girls since he attended a seminary boarding school.


I did tell him about my school life too, consciously omitting all my adventurous stubbornness which included going to school late and climbing the fence to prevent me from being caught and flogged, and also learning how to shoot with my then best friend who I might never see again.   


After mass, Peter offered to escort me home and I couldn't say no. He was good company.


When we got to the gate of my compound, he waved me bye while smiling. I grinned and waved back at him.


When I got upstairs, I pushed the door open and like I suspected it wasn't locked. 'My brother must have seen me coming and opened the door for me' I concluded.


I didn't even get to close the door before my dad started yelling at me.


"Where are you coming from by this time of the night?" He asked, angrily


"Church." I whispered, though my heart was racing hard.  


"Yeah, church my foot! By this time right!" he spat, fuming. His eyes looked even bigger that it normally was. He looked at me like he wanted to swallow me whole. I had grown taller than him over time but he still scared me shitless. He was dark, like tree backs_ my brothers took his complexion and big nose. 


The only thing I took from my dad was my straight legs and perfect set of teeth. I took everything else from my mum, her complexion, her small eyes, her full lips, her big boobs and tiny waist, her small ears, long hair that was so tough to comb and grew really fast, and my thin face. 


She had a perfect set of teeth too, but my dad's was more beautiful. It was the only thing I admired about him and the fact that he got a first class honors in English and literature from the university of port-hacourt. I would have studied the same thing as him, but I didn't want to bear any semblance to my dad, at least if I could help it. 


"This is holy week, there were a lot programs today." I finally replied, shivering a little. I was cold and scared. He scared me although I always tried to act brave in front of him. I didn't want to give him the pleasure of seeing me scared. I needed to be brave for my family. He was our mutual enemy.


"You!"... I had no idea what he wanted to say and I knew whatever it was could not be good. He never says anything good to me.


"Mira come in." My mum urged. That was all I needed to leave. She was always there to help me I thought smiling, although this wasn't enough. I wanted a permanent end to his bullying. I was so tired of being scared of him_my own father.


I quickly went to the room to change my wet, almost dry clothes. I was putting on my gown when I heard my Dad shouting in the parlor, his voice loud and angry.


'It's happening again' I thought as I heard my mum shout my name.


CHAPTER 13