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

I ran to the parlour to meet my dad looking at my mum like he was going to kill her. My brothers were by his side trying to hold him down. 


They willed to stop him even when they knew that their little strength could do nothing to prevent him from hitting my mum if that was what he really wanted to do.


But I doubted it. My dad never hits my mum. What he does is torture her with his words and gaslight her.


"Mummy what's wrong?" I asked walking to her." My brothers were already crying. They were both holding my dads hand. If only that could stop him from screaming.


Even though he has never laid his hands on my mum before, the mental, emotional and psychological violence was worse. My mum once confided in me, that she would prefer if my dad hits her than him always abusing her, cursing and swearing at her.


She's really strong to stand him, contrary to what I thought sometimes. Honestly, I just wanted him to leave us in peace. If having a father hurt this much then I didn't need one.


"Mira shut up and enter your room!" my dad yelled. But I was not one to be obedient in situations like this and he knew it.


"What's going on? "I asked, fearfully, tearfully. My lips were shaking and my heart was beating rapidly against my chest. So much for having a nice evening with Peter.


"Go into the room now!" He shouted, looking at me menacingly. The look I saw in his eyes was going to hunt me in my sleep tonight. It felt like he was going to kill me. But I didn't care. I would die for my mother. I would without thinking twice. Family comes first always but that family didn't include my dad.


"How do you want me to go inside when something is clearly wrong!" I shouted, my voice shook with tremor but I didn't bulge.


My dad held my hand tight and dragged me into the room, locking the door behind him.


I was shouting and kicking but he didn't open the door. I became worried for my mum and my brothers. I was so nervous, my heart threatened to burst out of my chest.


I cried even though I promised myself never to cry again, but I couldn't help it. When I heard my brothers shouting, I resumed kicking the door.


Filled with a sudden burst of adrenaline from fear, I started kicking hard with my body resting on the handle. When the door didn't bulge I looked around to find something I could use to break it.


I soon found a harmer on the rail. Holding the door handle I hit the metal with the harmer, once, twice, I was about to do it again when the door opened. Someone opened it. Startled I moved back, my head hit the wall in the process. I feared that It was my Dad coming to teach me a lesson for defying him, luckily it turned out to be my mum. She came in and hugged me tightly.


"Where is he?" I asked, sniffing back my tears. I quickly wiped my face with the back of my hand. I didn't want her to see me cry. She relied on me, I couldn't afford to be weak.


CHAPTER 14