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

Something felt strange about Scar and I could not make out what it was no matter how I tried. His secret was his to tell though and I would let him decide when he wanted to share it with me. That's if he was ever going to learn to trust me with his secrets.

The same way he wanted to break down my walls was the same way I wanted to crush his. I hoped that soon enough we could both let each other see what lies beneath.

I wondered if he would ever share the reason for his Scar.

The full moon was starting to Illuminate more on us, as if it wanted to showcase us to the stars.

We walked to the gate in silence. The tension between us was so thick it could weigh an elephant down.

I wanted to say something or better still to run away from his taunting presence, but I stayed and I said nothing.

I bit my finger nails feeling a sudden urge to hurt myself. My mind was running around in circles.

When we got to the gate we found that as expected, the gang man was still spurred on the ground behind the black car.  His legs were brought up to his tommy and he was shivering, whether from cold or pain that I didn't know.

"Get up!" Scar growled in anger. I flinched.

My neighbors had put on their generators and again all the sound we made was drowned by its noise.  Relief washed through me. The last thing I wanted was to draw attention to my relationship with Scar, that would render me instantly guilty in the eyes of my landlady.

"Please have mercy." The guy pleaded, his hands were shaking. "Please." He shuddered. He started breathing so fast I was scared he would have a heart attack or worse still faint.

"Get up now!" Scar ordered harshly. I shivered and moved back and away from him.

The man limped up to his feet, his legs shaking.

I was no monster but I loved watching the Kens hired man shake in fear. It made me feel powerful.  Or Maybe I was a monster who loved to watch men get hurt because that was what all the men who I had in my life did to me. Hurt me.

Maybe seeing their pain filled me with pleasure and helped me anticipate the day I would be able to hear those who hurt me scream with pain and fear. Maybe I was unhinged, but I didn't know it yet.

"Who sent you?" Scar asked  the gang man with a cold whisper as if he didn't already know who was responsible for all of this.

Scar bent down to meet his eyes while the guy laid lazily on the wall supporting his limping frame. He tried to avoid Scar's gaze but Scar would not have it. He grabbed the gang mans chin forcing the man to look at him.

"Ken is his name...captain... dragon cult." He stammered. "Please don't take me to him he will kill me." He pleaded, crying. "Please have mercy."

"Where is he?" Scar asked ignoring the mans plea.

"I don't know!" The man cried out.

"I know you are scared of him, but you should be more afraid of me. Where is he? Think carefully before you answer this time, because I won't ask you again. Where is he!"

"I don't know!" He groaned. Scared he tried to get as far away as possible from Scar's domineering presence.

"Just let him go already. He doesn't know, why will he lie when his life is in danger?" I tried to reason with Scar, but he ignored me.

He acted like I was not even present. Like I did not exist.

Unable to take anymore of his cold attitude towards me I ran upstairs and away from him.

He was going to be the death of me, I knew it, I felt it.  It was crazy to know that I found a hideous man very attractive and he was Ignoring me.

The heart wants what it wants yea but it doesn't mean that we can not tame it's desires.

From tomorrow Scar will be dead to me. For the sake of my sanity I was going to stay away from him.

CHAPTER 69