Oyiza_Marvellous

WARNING ( EXPLICIT MATURE CONTENT)
Escaping a terrible fate, a beautiful but scarred young woman finds herself sold to a group of dangerous mafia men. But just when she thinks she's found a safe haven, the shadows of her past come back to haunt her, threatening to destroy everything she's built.

 As she fights to hold on to her new life, she must learn to trust the men who saved her, and embrace the dangerous and mysterious world she's now a part of. Will she find a way to survive, or will her past come back to destroy her?

She's Our To Tame

He raises his eyebrow, his fingers going to his trouser buckle. "I didn't even say anything."

"Yeah, well, I know the routine. I ain't pissing off my customers, so no. I don't know them, I don't know where they live, and I sure as shit don't know if they did it."

He shakes his head. "Not why I'm here this time, it's about the guys last night."

"Oh, you got them?" I ask, taking down the defensive attitude just a notch.

"We did, but within two hours, they were bailed out. High friends, if you get my meaning. I don't know who you're messing with, but when the chief tells me to stay clear of them, I do as I'm told. So should you."

"Wait, they got bailed? Who the fuck are those guys? I thought they were just lowlifes."

He winces. "Definitely not. You've pissed someone off, Zamsii. Better figure out who before I'm cleaning your remains up off the street. Or better yet, get gone. On a plane as far as I'm concerned. Have a good day." He nods, looking around before scurrying back to his car.

Fuck. Gazing around like the paranoid copper, I slam the door and lock it, putting my back to it. Calm down, Zamsii, you've had worse. Whoever it is, is just trying to scare you…but to have the cops spooked and in your pocket?

Maybe it would be best to leave, but fuck, this is my home! My goddamn bar. No. Shaking my head, I push away from the door. Ain't nobody scaring me away from here, high places or not.

Prowling to the bar, I pour myself a shot and neck it before slamming the glass to the wood. Get it together, Zamsii, ain't no man making me run. I did it once, never again. This is my life now, I either stand and fight or die. No other options.

Decision made, I throw another shot back before turning on the speakers, letting the music pump through the bar before unlocking the door. It's opening time, and threat hanging over my head or not, I gotta work.

I'll ask around later, though, see what I can hear. If anybody knows something, it's the people who come here to drink away the darkness.

I'm busy after that, the place filling up, and I have no time to think on what someone wants me for. It's mainly food orders with beer, so I'm just pulling a pint when the door swings open, revealing four newcomers.

Four people who definitely don't belong here.