Sold To A Gang Leader novel Chapter 42

Sold To A Gang Leader

[He Owns her]

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(Leaving)

Shawna's POV

I don't know the reason behind his question but I thought and answered it.

Hell! There is no way I have feelings for him. How can I even develop it? He is more like my master, my owner. It's clearly impossible. It can't never happen, I'll just putting my own self at risk by developing feelings for him. Feelings that can never be acknowledged, feelings that can bring me closer to death by punishment.

No! There is no way that is ever happening, I thought deeply to myself.

"Why? Why don't you? Isn't he handsome enough or are you just lying?" The doctor's voice snapped me out of thought.

"No...no...it's not that sir, it's just that it isn't possible. There shouldn't be such feelings between us, I am not allowed to have such feelings for him" she explained.

"Then why? Who are you to him? I'm curious, I've known Dillion for a very long time so it's okay to tell me" he insisted.

"I'm...just, I'm a nobody to him sir, just like a mere property" I mumbled the last part giving in to his questions.

"A mere property?" He asked and then gasped.

"You mean a slave; a s*x slave right?" He asked.

I felt bittered at the mention of a s*x slave but how did he know? I just mentioned a property, how did he get to know that am just a s*x to him?

"Yes, how did you know?" I answered then asked.

"Because he has had one before, or is it two? Yeah, I think it's two but the both of them has died" he answered and I swallowed a large quantity of saliva.

"Died? How did they both die?" I asked fear engulfing me.

"Um...I don't no, but all I heard is that they died" he answered then stood up.

"Goodnight, go to now" he said and left.

My heart started pounding.

How did they die? Who killed or what exactly killed two of his formal s*x slave? I thought as I stood up headed for the guest room.

Oh please lord! I don't want to imagine it.

I got into the room and lie down then drifted to sleep afterwards.

*The next day.*

Writer's POV

Towards morning, Dillion turned restlessly on his bed for a while before he's eyes flushed open.

He looked around the room, everywhere still looked dark.

He struggled with his movements and sat up on the bed and then took his eyes to his hurting left shoulder. There is a bandage covering the wound.

He came down from the bed and turned on the light. This isn't the first time that this has actually happened to him and this wasn't the first time he is sleeping in this particular room. It had happened twice, he has slept here twice.

He went into the bathroom afterwards and washed his face clean then his mind recalled the day's activity. How he had saved Shawna and ended up fainting.

Has the cops found those dead bodies? Or has the person that sent them found their bodies? He thought.

If not for the fact that he got shot he could have taken care of the place well then report to the cops himself about the bodies.

Of course he already knows what he'll tell them, it's an act of self defence and afterall they were the ones that came looking for trouble in the first place.

He breathed out as he stared at the mirror.

Shawna. Where is she? He thought and left the bathroom, he looked around the room and couldn't find any trace of her.