[11] Soulless Demon

The next morning Maze woke up a bit late feeling something heavy pressed against her chest making her unable to breathe.

She tried to roll on her bed but couldn't as the heavyweight was pinning her in her place. She rubbed her eyes trying to desist the last traces of sleep away from her eyes.

While trying to strengthen her sore body she stretched her hand to examine what was on her and her fingers came in contact with something smooth silky like feathers.

She grabbed a handful of the feather and pulled it trying to throw it away. But all she got was a painful groan vibrating through her chest, "Ummrggghh"

Hearing the groan her eyes snap opened and came in contact with the muscular naked body wrapping her like a snake.

Being startled she tried to move out of his touch. The couch wasn't enough for them to move.

She squealed and shrieked out of panic and as a result, they both fall to the ground, "Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh"

"Bloody hell" the stranger cried in intense pain as she pulled his hair assuming it some feature.

Now Maze was on top of that man, but he didn't open his eyes.

"What is wrong with you?" he yelled making her more irritated.

She looked at him in disbelief, "What is wrong with me? what is wrong with you?! Why are you naked and that too why are you sleeping beside me?!" Maze managed her rebuttal ceasing her anger.

"What are you even saying? I helped you...." The stranger was justifying his action but stopped as his eyes fall on Maze, she was completely frozen on her place keeping her eyes still on something. He followed her gaze and saw where she was looking at.

She was about to scold him more but halted as something shiny next to her caught her attention. And as she carefully examined what is was she stiffened.

Her eyes widened as if it would bulge out of its socket at the sight of the Gold-inlaid Glock 19BB Gun.

Unintentionally a large scream left her mouth.

She tried to get up and ran out of the house. But it was too late for her to try.

He immediately grabbed her by her waist and stopped her movement pulling her more closer.

But she was getting overboard for him to handle and her scream was about to make him deaf. He tried a few times to make her calm but she wasn't tending to listen at all.

Out of compulsion, he threw a hard struck on her neck. With sharp pain in her neck, she fell unconscious.

A few moments later Maze regained her consciousness disoriented with a great headache. She tried to reach her throbbing forehead but something was wrong, she couldn't move a bit. she looked down, she was already tied to a chair.

Then when she noticed the topless stranger squatted on a couch across her with that shiny golden gun in his hand, scrutinizing it in a way as if it was nothing but a toy.

She wanted to plead him to let her go and she won't tell anyone about it but she couldn't since some clothes were gauged in her mouth to stop her from making any noise.

Her tied body was shaking in fear at the sight of the dangerous man in front of her.

Dark Brown hair, deep ocean blue eyes, sharp jawline, prominent muscles and chest covered in few scary gothic tattoos, face design would make any greek god jealous. He was everything that a cliche corrupt character needs to dictate as a deadly mafia leader. 

"Ti aprirò la bocca, ma ricorda che se gridassi per un secondo ti ucciderei all'istante ( I am gonna open your mouth but remember if you screamed for a second then I would kill you instantly )" He dangerously said gawking at the gun in his hand.

Maze rolled her dry throat and swallowed in fear. Though she couldn't understand what he had said yet his voice gave her shiver down to her spine and his strong cologne suffocated her breath.

He moved a bit and removed the fabric from her mouth.

Anger rose in her, she wanted to break his nose, "Was this your way of treating the one who tried to help you?"

He sprawled his body more comfortably on the couch as if he didn't hear what she said. He lifted his one brow, "Saying the one who just fainted after seeing blood. It's me who helped you." he sneered at her.

Maze felt ashamed to be unconscious yet she did try to help. And instead of appreciating, he was dissing her.

"Why did you faint? Are you haemophobic?" He asked her curiously.

His questions made her thought about it. But she was never afraid of anything. Was she?! She asked herself

"Maybe..I don't know" she mumbled lowly

He creased his forehead seeing her talking to all by herself and coughed to bring her out of her reverie.

"Let me introduce myself, as from now on you have to endure me for a really long time"

She narrowed her eyes not understanding his point. He got her confusion yet chose to ignore and continued with his talk flaunting his bare wide husky chest.

"I am Imogen Mcmaster, mafia Master of the Italian underworld. Yesterday I was shot by some of my anti-party. And thank you for saving me." 

"So you are the one there?! I thought you might be dead by now" Uttering this much with surprise she again started to mumble herself. She was really guilty of not helping the man over there.

"Did he follow me cause I interfered him there?! Was it all about the murder and encounter there?! Then I would tell him that I would never say anything to anyone. Then perhaps he might let me go if I convince him"

"Did he follow me cause I interfered him there?! Was it all about the murder and encounter 

He furrowed his brows at her as he couldn't understand her at first. Staring at her mumbling face his eyes widened getting what she was trying to refer.

Before he could say anything she stated her mind, "Did you follow me till here? Swear I won't tell anyone about yesterday night" She solicited in a bit suspicious tone as she still doesn't know his motive of being here.

Her sudden confession caught him off guard. He didn't expect this at all. His savior didn't just save him once, she saved him twice. 

But he managed himself and this forced him to moistened a bit. 

He changed his rough attitude towards her and said more in an assuring tone, "Nope, I didn't follow you. My arrival here has nothing to do with the last night's incident. It was a pure coincidence.

 Don't worry I will go once I recovered. Trust me, I won't even bother you till my staying here. But if you dare to mess with me... then remember, it would be your last messing up" 

His growl didn't frighten her instead it made her angrier.

"What the hell !! Am I paying to...." She raised her voice but immediately shut up noticing his expression but continued to curse him in her mind.

No matter how soft he may behave yet he was a criminal. And a criminal is always a criminal. She couldn't help but gulp in fear.

'This nymph-like handsome man turned out a criminal. Should she informed the cops?!' she asked herself.

Imogen seemed to see through her thoughts. Yet he didn't blame her as it was really normal for any people to think like that.

He gave a devilish smirk.

Being twice grateful he gave her a light warning, "Don't you dare try to think about going to cops. My people are everywhere... But you could at least try once to see how nicely I can treat the conspirators"

Though according to Imogen he was being considerate but in reality, he wasn't even near being soft or gentle. His slow preach sounded it more intimidating than ever.

All Maze could see was a soulless demon slouching across her promising to squeeze her soul out of her body.