I literally dragged myself to his room and yawned. My eyes felt so droopy and all I wanted to do was to lay on my fluffy bed and sleep.
I entered his room with the sound of his door creaking open. He looked up at me and motioned me to come near his desk. He observed me for a while without saying a word. I probably looked like shit, and the suit I was wearing was suffocating me. And on top of that, I had to wear this bloody tie around my neck!
I couldn't understand how these men were wearing these kinds of suits all day without breaking a sweat. But I had to admit that guys look much better in suits than in any clothes. The price you pay to look good!
If I hadn't needed to pretend like a man, then, I would be wearing a shirt and a skirt which was so comfortable and airy. I don't even wear a camisole, just my bra, and panties, underneath my clothes.
"Let's go home, Mr. Sandros." He stated out of the blue after analyzing me from top to bottom.
"Really!" my eyes instantly lit up. My exhaustion flew out the window. He raised his eyebrows at me. I gave him a huge smile and clapped my hands like an overexcited kid. He was observing me with this unknown expression, I couldn't find.
"I mean, what about my punishment, sir?" I asked him with curiosity. Was he letting me off the hook, just like that?
"Do you want to be punished?" I shook my head so fast in no. I could see the corner of his lips turned up a little. Was he humored by my behavior?
"That's what I thought, pack your things, and let's leave." He commanded. I scurried off to my office and packed my bag happily. Finally, I can sleep after dropping him off at his mansion. I grinned toothily and walked out of my office.
He scrutinized his gaze upon my face, "Mr. Sandros, seize your facial muscles immediately." He ordered me with a cool look. My grin turned so big as if, it was about to split my face into two.
"Yes, sir," I responded still grinning ear to ear. He shook his head at me in disapproval and walked before me, I followed behind him like an obedient employee.
We both reached his car in no time and almost every light was out in our company, just the emergency lights were on. When we were about to leave our company I noticed that only three security guards were present here, besides us. I checked the time and it was half-past nine.
The stars were shining bright in the night sky, with the moon smiling high above us. The street was buzzing with people and vehicles.
I started driving as soon as my boss got into the passenger's seat. I was driving through the abandoned area, where both sides of the road were surrounded by the forest. Suddenly there was a gunshot. My heart leaped to my throat, I looked back and there were three cars following us. And they were shooting at us.
Some rowdies were hanging their upper body out of their windows and pointing their guns at us. My eyes widened at their sight.
"What the fuck is happening!" I yelled at my boss. He was looking so cool and composed as if, we were going for a picnic. He turned around from his seat and looked at the thugs through the back windshield. They fired a bullet at the side mirror on my side which made the mirror shatter. I screamed at the top of my lungs. I was having palpitation of heart and I was breathing fast. I was visibly shaken and I was sweating like a pig. I felt like I was a part of some action movie.
"Mr. Sandros…"
"We are gonna die!!!" I bellowed and I could feel my eyes water. Don't cry, I told myself but I was hyperventilating at this point. I felt like I was with my ex-boyfriend, I felt suffocated. I was never been in the middle of a gunshot, it was my first time.
"Calm down…" my boss was saying something but I couldn't hear him or focus on him. I was driving rashly and I could hear our car tires screech whenever I try to dodge their bullet from our car.
"Oh my god!! I haven't even started my life yet…what about my passion? What ab…" I was blabbering and bawling my eyes out at this point.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!" my boss roared with irritation. I looked at him with my swollen eyes and running nose. I sniffled and bit my lower lip to stop it from trembling. He looked conflicted not by our situation but by me.
"Stop leaking," he frowned at me and gave me a disgusted look. He shook his head at me with disapproval. I was offended by this arrogant asshole who was sitting beside me. Excuse you, mister this thing was not signed up in my job manual, I thought to myself but hadn't voiced out to him.
"Just drive. The car is bulletproof." He ordered me as if his statement was going to calm me down. How could he be so calm at this time? The car was silent except for my soft sobs and occasional screeching of the tires and the sound of bullets firing.
He undid his seatbelt and leaned to me, I could smell his manly cologne after a day's long work and I could feel his body heat radiates off him. He crawled to the backseat. One of the cars from our attacker was nearing ours. I didn't know where I was driving at this point, but I could say that we were still on the forest premises.
"Wh…what are you doing?!" I shrieked at him, suddenly our car was bumped by the assailant's car. Our car gave a jerk and went off the road; my stomach dropped lower and lower by the passing time. I managed to get our car back on the road with the driving wheel.
"YOU SON OF A SHIT!!" I cursed at our attackers.
"FUCK YOU SUCKER!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs and showed my middle finger through my window. The windows were still rolled up but he saw it through the glass. My boss crawled back to his seat and I could see him holding a rifle.
My eyes widened at the object in his hand.
What the heck did you expect from a mafia boss? Huh! Fucking candies and teddy bears? I asked myself.
At this rate, I was going to have a heart attack. My heart fluttered at the look on his face. Not the flutter, a girl gets when she sees her boyfriend. The flutter you get when you knew that you're about to die.
He looked lethal, his eyes held malevolence and impiety. he looked like a beast who was ready to unleash his viciousness upon his archenemies. His veins were popping out of his forehead, and he had this cruel smirk on his face that promises destruction.
He looked like a devil, straight out of the hell who was about to hunt them down. A cold shiver ran down to the length of my spine. He looked like he knew who sent these men behind us.
A little part of me suspects a familiar redhead but it was not possible, right?
She might look like a bitch but sending goons behind us? I don't think so.
I gulped down at the sight of his rifle. It looked heavy and very much real. He opened the top of his car and stood on his seat with his rifle in his hand. He started to aim at our assailants
"Mr. Sandros! Keep driving!!" he yelled at me. The wind was blowing hard and I could hear his muffled voice through the heavy wind. The bullets rained on both sides.
BOOM!!
Suddenly there was a loud sound as if, someone dropped a bomb. Our car became out of control and I realized that the fuckers shot our tire.
"FUCK!!"
It was obvious that our tires were not bulletproof. One of our tires exploded and I couldn't control the car. There was a very loud screech when I applied pressure on the break. Our car stopped a breath away from a tree before it bumped into it.
"Get the fuck out!" my boss yelled at me. I exited my side of the car and someone shot near my door. I ducked on time to avoid his bullet. They were shooting at us. I could hear the sound of bullets hitting our car but I didn't dare to turn around. They were a little behind us, and they were still in their car.
My boss moved swiftly to my side and he held my little hand in his large one, dragging us both into the forest.