Doted On By The Mafia Boss novel Chapter 3

Bee looked at the man lying on the floor with his face on the ground, she held her heart which was thumping audibly to her. She was scared, for a moment she really felt as if she would collapse out of fear; well, who won’t be if you get attacked by someone at this hour of the night and that too when you are alone.

Maintaining her safe distance of three steps away from the man who was lying lifeless on the floor she scanned him from carefully. It was dark and the street lights were too pale for her to scan his face, all she could make out was that he was a bulky man. She observed him for some more time but he showed no reaction, it was as if he was a statue which fell off the pedastal waiting for someone to pick him up.

“Are you drunk, mister?” Bee managed to squeal out these words after she finally managed to clam herself down. The girl waited for some more time but her concerned question met with a wall of silence. Strange, she thought to herslef. Was really this man this drunk that he had completly lost his sense but there was no pungent smell of the alcohol which she was accustomed to.

Bee gathered her courage, looking around she found a stick. Lifting it up she carefully poked his shoulders, “Mister... Are you okay? Can you hear me? Hello...” Like before the man remained still, Bee panicked. After making sure that he really won’t cause her any arm she crawled upto him and poked him harder.

Same as before, no reaction!

“Is he unconcious?” Bee just entered her world of fantasies when the man suddenly moved. “Aaaaahhhhh....” Bee screamed but was quitened by the man; he weakely covered his lips indicating her to be silent.

Bee quietened down and observed his face again which was not possible by the faint light. “Who are you, mister?” Bee whispered, the man remained silent to himself or to be precise looked too weak to utter a word. He silently reached for his lower abdomen, after feeling around his left abdomen he removed back and observed his palm.

Even though there was no lighting Bee could still make out the red liquid, which was stained all over his palm, reflecting the faint light of the street.

“B... Blood?” Bee felt herself swooning to numbness; a million question popped in her meddled head.

Who was this man? Why is he bleeding? What on Earth is happening with her?

The man could feel his energy and consciousness draining out, with what remained within him he managed to spell out few words to her, “T... They are after me. R... Run away or they will k... kill you too.” Saying his fainted words he collapsed back on her.

Bee held the man and questioned impatiently, “W... Who will kill, who is coming. I... Call the cops?”

The man murmured, “No enough time... Don’t worry about me, save... yourself.” Bee looked at his face from the close proximaty; his face rendered his speechless. She stared at his face, she was unable to believe what she was seeing.

"You... You..." Before Bee could finsih her sentence the man let out a painful groan which instantly reminded her that he was injured; she pushed away all her second thoughts and keeping her shocking discovery to herself she stammered, she couldn’t let a man die in front of her eyes. “I... I am not letting you die...” Saying this she started to look around for shelter. Panicked and afraid, her mind went on a short circuit for some time.

“What should I do? What should I do?” Bee muttered to herself before she remembered a safe place for them. “Cooperate with me, I will save you!” Saying this she removed her shirt and tied it on his wound to prevent the blood from flowing out, draping his arm around her shoulder she stood up with all her might with him. She was lean and thin while the man had a perfectly maintained body; it was a hard chore for her to even take a step supporting him.

Lurching and falling, she somehow managed to pull him to the other end of the street. Opposite, on the other end of the road was an abandoned park which had a old warehouse, she believed that they would be safe there. Her energy was drained off; the man had long fainted on her shoulders. Her own clothes were starting to get wet by his blood. She was even sweating and heaving like crazy, her vision started to blur away but stubborn and determined she managed to drag him and herself into the park.

Afar she could even hear the sound of men chattering and yelling for some ‘Ryan’. Their presence was inching closer, scared bee hurried her steps and jumped into the park. The park was dark with tall and old oak trees leaned over the path. Standing in front of the warehouse Bee looked at it; the warehouse or to be precise a pile of old woods had now became too old; she pushed open the door silently lest she makes and noise and kept the man on the ground. She hurriedly covered him with a few branches and leaves; even if someone were to come it was too dark for someone to spot him among this pile.

“Stay here! I will save you...” Bee whispered to the man before running out of the warehouse. The warehouse was already in a corner and had a tree grown up on it but still Bee tried to adjusting the branches here and there.

After doing that she picked up a wood and hid at the corner. The man inside was dying and she had to work fast and call for the ambulance but she was too afraid to run out lest the bad guys catch her. She sat and looked at the warehouse not too far away and the main gate of the park restlessly.

The footsteps inched closer; Bee held her breath as she could hear the voices of impatient men talking to themselves.