Claimed by the Mafia King

MY HEART STARTED BEATING FRANTICALLY.

I followed Scar to the back of the compound to see what was up. On getting there I met him fighting two strange men.

Their was a third man on the cemented ground, he was limping and bleeding from his mouth.

When he saw that Scar was now distracted fighting the other two men he tried to jump over the roof eager to save himself, but he was unaware of the fact that I was paying close attention to him.

“Hey!” I shouted, causing him to stop most likely out of fear and shock.

He turned back to look at me and I was convinced then that he was so afraid.

I smirked and gave him the middle finger before he finally jumped over. I could not go after him, It would be stupid of me to do so since I couldn’t fight him.

Although by impulse it was the first thing I wanted to do. I wanted to be of use to Scar not just a burden or some weak girl who he had to protect but I needed to be logical about things.

Turning back to the scene I saw that the first guy Scar was fighting or rather beating was now on his knees begging for his life. He was saying some things but I couldn’t hear him from where I stood watching. The second man stood still afraid to make a move. I kept my eyes on him.

“Call the police Mira!” Scar shouted, so that I could here him over the generator noise.

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“The ones outside, the ones assigned to your family!” He replied, sounding irritated.

Oh I totally forgot!

I ran to the gate to call them. On getting to the gate I checked around, but there was no sight of any of them.

I assumed that they ran away when they saw the gang members coming into the compound. I would not put it passed them.

Like I said before the Police force could be very incompetent. I was so pissed by their obvious lack of care and incompetence, but I chose not to brood over it instead I ran back to inform Scar of the new development so he would not entertain false hopes.

He should already know not to trust the Police though.

“They are not here!” I yelled. My throat throbbed from screaming so loud.

He turned to face me. When the second one of the gang men saw that Scar was distracted he used it to his advantage. He jumped over the fence with a bent leg, limping. Scar didn’t try to stop him even when he noticed that the guy was trying to escape.

“Don’t worry about the guys that jumped Mira. This one will do. I like having a scape goat. ” He smiled, sickly. He didn’t need to shout now since I was now standing by his side watching his every move.

He looked unhinged when he spoke and I was not the only one that noticed it because the last man, the one he held on to looked at him with so much fear that I was surprised he didn’t piss on himself or pass out.

The man started to stammer and struggle but Scar held on to the guys wrist so tight I feared that it would break.

“Let him go he is trying to say something.” I said.

“OK. You heard her so you better start speaking!” Scar growled, looking down at the man the eyes that were lit up by rage. I shuddered at it, yet for some strange reason I was pulled to it. I wanted to immense myself in him

Scar let go of the guys wrist, but that came after he kicked his left leg so hard the guy screamed, falling to his knees in pain. I could not be more grateful for the humongous sound that was coming from the generators in the compound.

I was not sure anyone heard any of the noise that we made. Either they didn’t hear the screaming, or they did, but didn’t care to find out where the noise came from because not even a single neighbour came out.

It was really sad how people Misapplied the mind your business rule in Nigeria, really sad.

“You know that you really did not need to hurt him. He was already talking.” I hissed at Scar.

“I need to kill him.” He snickered.

I eyed him hissing again.

I glanced at the guy who was gasping In pain and sighed. “Now that you hurt him, he can’t talk.”

“Just keep calm and let me talk to him you talk too much!” He gave an exaggerated sigh.

Then he pushed me backwards so that I was a little far from the limping form of the gang man.

I rolled my eyes at him. “You bas_”

I was interrupted by someone trying to jump in through the fence.

“Scar! Scar!” I called, frozen to the spot.

I did not remove my eyes from the guy even though my heart was beating so fast.

I wondered what the motive was for him coming in again after being beaten. Either he wanted to save his friend or he wanted to finish the job. The latter sounded more probable and that was exactly why I was so scared.

“Scar.” I shouted again.

“Mira what is it!”

“Scar! Look some.. one…” I stuttered.

Scar turned around to catch the guy Jumping in. The guy seeing that scar was no longer distracted hurriedly lit a Match stick and threw it on the floor.

“Fire!” I shouted as the flames immediately started spreading through out the back. It spread first to the dustbin and It took just ten seconds to burn the whole thing down.

Did they pour a whole tanker of fuel in this compound. I thought, as I started to panic.