Love Slave to the Mafia Boss’s Passion

“Oh…I almost forgot. There’s really no need for you to apologize…I wouldn’t forgive you for any of this anyways,” Hayden said as he smiled sweetly at me. His face was all smiles, but I felt a chill run up my spine as a huge knot formed in the pit of my stomach.

It was the first time in my life that someone smiled at me while telling me that they wouldn’t forgive me.

I watched as Hayden headed for the door.

“Hayden! Wait!” I called after him, screaming as loud as I could.

Hayden closed the bedroom door behind him as he left, and I heard a clicking sound as the door locked.

Did he just lock me up in here? He can’t be serious…Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

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The first thing I felt when I woke up was the aching pain in probably all muscles in my body. I must have fallen asleep some time after Hayden left last night but I didn’t remember when or what I was doing before I fell asleep. The exhaustion of the very long night must have taken over me.

So many things happened between the time Hayden took me out for a makeover and us coming back here after our tumble down the hill. Only a night had passed but it felt like a month to me, at least. I pretended to be Josh’s girlfriend as requested by Hayden. Josh tried to take advantage of me and then Hayden saved me.

He punished me and I ran away, and he saved me again. Too many things happened, and it was too much for me to take in. I moved my left arm and the clinking of metal rubbing against metal reminded me that I was still handcuffed to the bed.

Oh right, Hayden did this too…

Now what? My mind asked the same question that it had been asking more and more often since I came in contact with this mafia gang and Hayden. Now…what?

I took in a deep breath and shouted at the top of my lungs.

“Hayden! Hayden!”

I wasn’t calling for him because I particularly wanted to see him, but I knew him well enough now to know that he’s probably the only one with the keys to my handcuffs.

Where is he? Don’t tell me he went out and left me here like this?

How am I going to survive being chained to the bed like this?

This is pissing me off more and more. Why is Hayden?

I kept calling his name because there was nothing else that I could do. The handcuff that tied me to the bed did not allow me to move around much. I couldn’t reach anything at all, and I had no idea where any of my stuff, including my phone, was anymore.

“Hayden!!!” I screamed.

I heeded well to Hayden’s advice, struggling won’t help me and it’ll only hurt. That was so true. The handcuff hurts if I pull on my arm too much. The steel would rub against the skin of my wrist. I focused on screaming his name without moving my body.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of the door unlocking and then it opened. Hayden walked in, shirtless and in only his jeans. Since I was using his bed, I wondered where he slept. When that thought entered my head, I banished it out immediately. I didn’t need to know.

“Good morning, Malissa,” Hayden said sounding ultra-polite.

I would have appreciated his politeness if I wasn’t handcuffed to the bed like some slave.

“Uncuff me…” I stated my demand upfront.

“Why?” He asked, blinking blankly at me.

“What do you mean…why?” I asked in shock.

Why? Because I’m not supposed to spend the rest of my life chained here! I wanted to scream. I wanted to strangle him.

“Why…do you want to be uncuffed?” Hayden asked, as if he truly didn’t understand what I meant.

“Hayden…I’m not going to run away. Please remove this…” I pleaded.

“Let me see…” Hayden said as he walked over the bed’s headboard where my left hand was chained to it.

He bent down and closely examined my wrist. I followed his gaze in wonder, not truly understanding what he was looking at.

“Hmm…you seemed to have behaved well last night. No signs of struggling…the skin on your left hand and wrist are fine…” Hayden said observantly as his eyes squinted at the skin of my wrist.

“So…what?” I asked, not quite following.

“Well, I’ll explain later…” Hayden said with a sweet smile before he plopped himself down on the chair next to the bed.

I felt like a mentally ill patient in an asylum that needed to be handcuffed to the bed and Hayden was my precious visitor this morning. It’s been hours since I’ve been on this bed and…I haven’t been to the toilet since…I don’t know when…

“Hayden…could you uncuff me…for a bit?” I asked, sweetly.

“Why?” Hayden asked.

“I need to grab something…” I replied.

I mean, give me a break, how am I supposed to tell him that I need to pee? It would be so embarrassing; I’ll probably die on the spot.

“What do you need? I’ll get it for you,” Hayden offered.

My eyes widened, surprised at his generous offer. Seriously, of all the times, you just had to act all nice and helpful now…

“It’s something a little private so…” I replied, hoping that he would just do as he’s told.

“Listen, if you don’t tell me what and where it is, I can’t get it for you. Is it in your room?” Hayden said as his eyes narrowed at me suspiciously.

I had started to really wonder if he would uncuff me first or if I would wet his bed first. If I had to bet, the latter would probably happen first…

“No…it’s…not like that…” I said hesitantly, not knowing how to explain it to him.

“Then what is it like?” Hayden asked, sounding curious and confused.

I wished that I could come out and tell him straight that I needed to go to the toilet, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. Maybe if I pleaded with him some more, I would be able to convince him to let me go.

–To be continued…