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

WE WERE NOW IN AN OPEN STORE CLOSE TO THE BOUTIQUE I WORKED IN. I WAS SITED ON A STOOL AND HE WAS ON THE FLOOR KNEELING NEXT TO ME. 


"You have to treat that." Scar muttered. His eyes roamed my body as he took in a deep breath. "You look weak."


"I am not weak and I do not need your help! Do not ever call me weak!" I flared up. 


I was uncomfortable, tired and scared of him and I hated being called weak with a passion.


 He looked_ He looked really scary up close, like_like a monster.


"That didn't look like it a few minutes ago." he said calmly, taking hold of my bleeding hand. He took of his sweater and tore it, getting a small piece of it, he tied it around the cut. 


He was still putting on a long sleeve even under his sweater, I wondered if he didn't get hot. His brown eyes did not leave mine.


"You were not supposed to get hurt." He muttered. 


"This is temporary just to stop the bleeding, you have to treat this today though." He interjected, ignoring my question.


I rolled my eyes and stared at his chest while he tied my arm. 


He was hot! Now I saw why he always wore big sweaters.


 His muscles were in all the right places and the veins in his hands protruded. It dawned on me that maybe he was doing his best to look unattractive, and the reason why that was, I might never know. 


He would be a freaking Demi god if he didn't have his face!


"Don't touch me." I whimpered. The pain the wound was causing me made me sweat so bad. But it was endurable.


Plus Scar was distracting me with his body.


I was angry at myself for looking at him the way I did and I was angry at him for looking the way he did. 


"Why? Does it hurt that much? Or are you scared of me?" I could feel the sadness in his question, but I was only human and as humans we judge a book firstly by its cover.


I would have said sorry to him for acting so strange and difficult_but there was a but that I couldn't figure out yet. Maybe my subconscious was afraid of him so it was trying to push him away before he came any closer to it.


"Alright I'll let go of you but I'm not leaving you alone." 


"What do you mean by that?" I asked looking into his eyes so I could tell if he was telling the truth. 


His eyes_ something was off about it. It was brown but it felt like his real eyes were hidden underneath a contact lens either that or I was thinking too much about everything that pertained to him.


I guess I was still a bit shaky from everything_ definitely seeing things. Things that my inmost desires wanted to project to life. 


He tensed up but he didn't answer. His gaze settled on my lips as we both sat down in silence. I tried not to look at his lips even though I was so tempted to. 


The police man who had been asking questions around finally came to us. He was talking to someone on the phone when he walked in on us.


 He was average in height, thin, dark and sad looking, the typical police man look. I swear I almost burst out laughing at the thought of this.


"Saved by the cop." Scar joked. I rolled my eyes at his silly comment but I still couldn't help myself from smiling just a little.


"Both of you have to follow me to the station to make a statement." He ordered, when he was done speaking on the phone. He put his phone back into his pocket and stared at us.


I realized then that he was the only police man that came around_that was if you did not add the driver of the van. I smiled. 


Nigeria My country never seizes to amaze me.


"That should not be a problem. We will come with you." Scar said, getting up. Then he faced me and stretched his hands out for me to take. 


"Can you walk or should I carry you? I would feel better if I carried you though."


"I am not paralyzed the knife cut my hand not my leg." I replied.


CHAPTER 47