Doted On By The Mafia Boss novel Chapter 7

Ryan's eyes broke open as he sat up straight, looking around he found himself in his bedroom. The wound was already band aid, he was put on head. Due to being unconscious for too long his visions and memories were still blur and slowly regaining their stability.

It was 14th of February, the Valentine's day when every soul out there would be cherishing their memories with their loved ones but for Ryan it was the day of utmost pain and heartbreak. It was that one day of the year when he would be the saddest; with this day approaching he would become more silent and finally would hide away from everyone. He would most probably be drunk, passed out somewhere on the street or sobbing in solitude. Sadly, it has been like this for the past three years.

At the initial days everyone in his clan tried to talk to him but what he lost was something more precious than his own life, there was no word which could heal or make him feel better.

Every other day of the year he would be loaded with arms and his bodyguards will be everywhere. It was that one day when he will be all alone and this time some rival found this opportunity to strike at him.

He was in an abandoned parking lot, drinking his heart out when two men came and assaulted him. He was both sad and intoxicated yet he tried to fight his life. He did manage to dodge but the men were stronger than his current state and managed to stab him. Wounded Ryan found it not wise to fight, left with no other way he abandoned dodging and escaped from them.

He was already unstable and with the tear on his body oozing out with his life Ryan stumbled on the streets before seeing a slim figure hoping her way to the garbage can. Ryan had no idea what he was thinking when he went up to her and fell on her unable to stabilize himself.

At first he wanted to ask her to help him but when she saw her scared white face Ryan was rendered speechless.

She... She reminded him of her!

The snippets of that day came back to his mind... A girl with a yet to mature sweet voice was sitting on her knees next to him, crying.

"R... Ryan... Wake up... I... I am scared! They are coming at us, wake up... Please..."

Her pitiful cries echoed in his ears as he looked at Bee. Hanging between dream and reality Ryan was confused where he was at; it was like a Deja Vu... It was same as that day.

Ryan was scared and for a second believed that he was pulled back to that damned day. Believing that the girl in front of him was her he urged her to leave like he did that day. He couldn't afford to loose her again.

The last thing he remembers was the sight of her panicked and confused.

W... What happened after that?

Now thinking calmly he was able to make out that she was not her but a whole different girl. Her features, hairs and looks were totally different from hers.

Ryan looked outside the window with his eyes clouding with agony and nostalgia. He had already accepted the fact that she was no more but his foolish heart was still trying to find her.

When he was lying on the floor seemingly taking his last breath how badly he hoped that the girl he stumbled upon was her; he in his daze foolishly believed that she had came back to him...

But alas, there was no way dead could be brought back to life, right! Neither was she her nor was she coming back to him.