Sold to the Mafia: The Heir

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I hissed when Clark put the cotton dabbed in antiseptic on the bruise on my face.

“Sorry,” he said, smiling apologetically at me

I waved my hands and smiled back.

“It’s okay. I’m used to it.”

Clark froze.

“Used to it?”

I chuckled and replied, “the beating up part. I’m used to it. I’m not exactly modest when it comes to my…sexual orientation.”

“So what if you’re gay?”

I blinked at him, shocked.


Clark put the band-aid on my cheek before pulling away from me.

“What’s wrong with being gay?”

I stared at Clark with wide eyes, not believing what he was saying.

“You don’t mind that…I’m gay?” I asked.

Clark laughed like I asked him something absurd.

“I don’t mind.”

Oh fuck, I think I really am in love. He’s just too…charming and kind and perfect and handsome and --

“Anyway, looks like our Math teacher really is absent,” Clark said, interrupting my monologue. “Want to go somewhere?”

“Huh? How’d you know she’s absent?”

Clark shrugged his shoulders.

“I just do,” he said, grinning. “I’m starving. Wanna eat?”

I stood up from the chair, straightening my shirt while nodding.

“Sure. The cafeteria has…”

“Let’s go eat outside,” Clark suddenly said, making me snap my head at him to let him see my surprised expression. “It’s my first day of school, it’s all about fun, right?”

I ignored Valery’s call for the nth time. I was out on the parking lot, following Clark to get on his car so we could eat.

Clark stopped in front of a silver Lexus sedan car. He took out his keys and pushed the button to unlock the doors.

“Any suggestions where we can eat?” he asked as he opened the door to get in.

I opened the door as well, sitting on the passenger’s seat beside the drivers.

“Uh, my friend and I always eat at Nomer’s Diner,” I said while putting the seat belt on.

“Sounds interesting. Let’s go eat there,” Clark said.

He backed the car out of the parking lot and drove it on the main road. While doing so, I couldn’t help but notice how sexy his collarbone was. Oh my gosh, if only I could bite it and suck it and --

I mentally slapped my face.

No, Drew! Stop lusting over someone you just met.

I turned my attention at the dashboard and saw nothing out of the ordinary. There was a box of cigarette lying on top with a black lighter beside it.

So he smoke cigarettes. Interesting.

“How old are you?” I asked to create some kind of conversation between us because the silence was killing me.

Clark pursed his lips.

“17,” he replied.

“I see.”

We’re the same age then.

“So uh, why’d you suddenly invited me out?” I asked.

“You said it’s hard to find a friend at your first day of school so I’m making friends,” he said, grinning at me.

I flushed.

“Oh, right,” I mumbled.

“Tell me more about yourself. Are you friends with Georgy?”


“He said something about being friends, right?” Clark said, elaborating his question even more.

“Do you have any idea how fucking disgusting it is to even imagine that I considered you as my friend?! All this time…you were looking at me like that.”

I stiffly laughed.

“I don’t think there’s a chance that we might be friends again,” I started. “It’s my fault anyway. Confessing to him, what was I thinking?”

“I think it’s brave of you to do that.”

I turned to Clark.


He shrugged his shoulders and said, “personally, I think it’s amazing that you’re able to say what you really feel to someone without being scared of rejection, you know? Not all people can do that.”

Once again, Clark managed to make me blush from his words.

“I think I’m just a hopeless romantic. It’s better to just date a woman rather than forcing myself to men.”

“But you don’t like girls, don’t you?”

“What makes you say that?”

Clark winked at me.

“Intuition,” he answered.

I bit my lip and sighed.

“It’s not like I don’t like girls. I don’t feel comfortable when I’m with them.”

Because in a relationship, I wanted to feel like I’m the one who’s being cared for, protected, cherished, something along those lines.

“I see. So what’s your type?”

My saliva got caught in my throat and it made me cough.

“E-excuse me?” I asked Clark in disbelief.

“Just curious,” he said, smiling.

I thought long and hard. This was definitely a hard question to ask because my type of guy was Clark.

If I tell him that, I wonder what his reaction would be.

“Uhm…I think my type of guy is…”

I shifted on my seat so that I could face Clark more comfortably.

“Do you know the previous leader of the Russian Mafia?” I began, smiling cheekily at him.

All of a sudden, Clark laughed out loud. He stepped on the brake because the light turned red before looking at me.

“The Russian Mafia? No. I don’t know,” he said, still laughing.

“Well…I’ve always been amazed at how strong and powerful that person is. He’s the only one who managed to unify all the individual families in the mob,” I said in pure amazement and I could see Clark’s amused smile. “My type of guy is definitely him. Too bad he’s dead.”

He raised a brow at me.

“I don’t know anything about the Russian mob but it seems like you’re well-versed,” Clark said.

I rubbed the back of my head.

“I’m just interested in the Mafia…not because I’m in it, that’s crazy,” I said, laughing nervously.

“Of course,” Clark said, smiling. “You don’t look like you belong to the mob.”

I stopped the urge to roll my eyes at him and instead said, “yeah, that’s true.”

Clark stepped on the engine and after a minutes of driving, we finally arrived at the restaurant. It was still early but there were already a lot of people coming in and out of the place.

He parked the car on a vacant lot. I was the first one to get out and when I did, I hissed at the jabbing pain on my face.

Clark got out as well and noticed my distress.

“You alright?” he asked.

I grinned at him.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks.”

Clark guided me towards the restaurant, putting a hand on my back which was undeniably sweet for someone I just met. He opened the door for me and let me enter first.

“Thanks,” I said once again.

Clark and I chose the table on the middle. We both sat down across from each other while the waitress in charge gave us the menu booklet. I took it and gave her a thankful smile but she was too busy ogling Clark who was currently unaware of her looks.

“So, what’s your favorite here?” he asked.

“Their steak here is delicious. You should try it,” I replied as I browsed the menu to order something I haven’t tried yet.

“Okay, I’ll try that,” Clark said to the waitress and she jotted it down on her notepad.

“What ’bout you?” she asked, turning to me.

“Hmmmm, I’ll have the porterhouse.”


“Iced coffee,” we both answered before looking at each other.

The waitress repeated our order and when we confirmed it, she turned her back against us but not before giving a seductive smile at Clark who once again, ignored her suggestive looks. She left ignored and I kind of felt bad at her.

Clark took out his phone and I watched him look at it. A smirk appeared on his face as he snorted in mock.

“Are you alright?” I asked.

He put his phone down on the table.

“Yep, everything’s fine,” Clark answered. “This is nice place,” he said, looking around the area.

“It’s cheap and they make good food,” I commented. “I should have invited Valery.”

Clark raised a brow.


I nodded.

“She’s my best friend, my only real friend,” I said with a low voice.

“Well, I’m here now. We can be friends too, right?” Clark said, flashing me a big smile.

I narrowed my eyes at him. Thinking that it would be unethical to ask him the question that have been circling my mind all this time, I still fired away.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” I asked nervously, it was a miracle I didn’t get tongue-tied.

Clark blinked at me before laughing.

“Why are you asking?”

I shrugged my shoulders while pursing my lips as if it was nothing big.


“No, I don’t have a girlfriend.”

I mentally sighed in relief.

God’s on my side right now.

“I don’t like commitments. Too much trouble,” Clark added.

My shoulders dropped in disappointment.

God have left my side, yet again.

“Is that so. I guess…you have a point.”

“And I like my work so I have no time for relationships.”

I blinked at him.

“What’s your job?” I asked.

“I’m a guardian,” he said.

I was about to ask him what he meant by that but the waitress have arrived with our food. She put it down on the table and after she was done, she left.

“Wow, this looks really good,” Clark said while grabbing the knife and fork.

“I told you so.”

I got distracted that I didn’t get the chance to ask him about his job.

We got out of the restaurant after we finished eating. We drove back to school and when Clark parked the car on the lot, he turned to me.

“Thanks for coming with me,” Clark said while stretching. “I’ve been busy with a lot of things that I forgot to eat a meal like that.”

I smiled.

“It’s nothing.”

He peeked outside the window as if he was looking for something or someone.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Nothing, just making sure.”

He bent over to reach over for the door handle on my side. I swore my heart almost stopped after feeling his body pressed against mine.

“I’ll see you later then, Drew. Stay safe, okay?” he said as he pushed the car door open.

I furrowed my brows at him.

“Huh? Are you not going with me? Don’t you still have classes?”

Clark smirked before saying, “I have things to take care of.”

I walked back to my classroom in silence.

Clark Roman, huh?

He comes off as a charming and friendly guy but there’s something about him that was screaming danger and mystery.

I entered my room and sat on my usual desk, ignoring the stares from my classmate. I’m aware why they were looking at me like that but right now, I’m too busy thinking about Clark.

The teacher entered the classroom, greeted us and began teaching another boring topic about Science. I took the opportunity to look Clark up on social media, Facebook, Twitter, Instagram but so far, I haven’t found him yet.

Was he using a different name?

Or was he the type of person that’s not into trivial things like that?

Was he a recluse?


I put my phone down, smiling to myself at the memory of eating with Clark.

I hope I don’t mess up this one.

It was lunch time but I wasn’t feeling hungry because I already ate. Valery asked me to come with her to the cafeteria and I did since she hates eating alone in a crowded place. Even though I wasn’t hungry, I bought myself a salad.

While eating and having a conversation with Valery, I noticed a man, probably around in his 30’s walking towards me. His eyes were fixated on me and it was as if he was planning something bad. His hands were tucked inside his coat pockets while marching to my direction.

I ignored him, thinking that he might be someone visiting the school or something.

Continuing to eat my salad, a gunshot echoed inside the whole dining hall and everyone panicked. Some screamed and gasped, standing up as the man who I just saw a while ago dropped down on the floor, blood pooling underneath his head.

“O-oh my god!”

“What the fuck happened?!”

My blood grew cold at the sight of a dead body in front of me. Everyone inside the hall ran out, obviously scared that someone had died in our school.

I sat still on my chair, not moving.

“D-did you see that?!” Valery asked, trembling from fear.

When I didn’t answer, she snapped her head at me and slapped me on the face to wake me up.

“What’re you doing! Let’s go!”

Valery dragged me out of the cafeteria. The guards were quick to respond. They barged inside the cafeteria with their guns out while the school staff evacuated the students to a safe place. It was chaotic, with lots of hysterical screaming and crying.

I didn’t know what to do. Everything happened too fast.

It wasn’t my first time to see a dead body but witnessing someone alive being killed in front of me.

I felt my stomach curled in disgust.

I hold onto my mouth to stop myself from throwing up.

Valery too was shocked with what happened. Her face was white as a sheet and she was just holding me with a shaking grip.

All of a sudden, men in black made their way through the crowd, pushing all the students out of their way to get to me.

I didn’t recognized who they were but their eyes were on me.

“Turquoise is in the vicinity,” I heard one of them say. “Secure the boss at all cost.”

Three guys grabbed me, pulling and pushing me. They were shoving the students away as they dragged me out of the corridor.

“W-wait, what’re you doing?!” I tried asking but it was futile.

“Bring the flight down,” another one said through the earpiece.

“What in the -- !”

A black van stopped in front of us. The door slid open and four more guys were waiting inside. They pulled me inside and someone quickly closed the door and drove away.

I was sitting on the middle of two big men clad in black suits and sunglasses. I was feeling terrified. I didn’t know what was happening and to be honest, I wouldn’t be surprised if they were kidnapping me. Given the circumstances of what my family’s business was, being kidnapped was not far from reality.

I stayed still, heart pounding out of my chest.

Fuck, I think I’m going to die today.

My eyes widened when I realized they were taking me back to my house. The gates opened and the driver drove the van inside.

“Wait what the…?”

The vehicle’s door opened and another set of men in black greeted me. I made a face when I saw them.

What in the world’s happening?!

They all looked identical, it was creeping me out.

“Who are you?!” I asked, furrowing my brows in pure confusion.

“Good afternoon, sir Drew. We were notified that an assassination was about to happen in your school this morning. We tried to prevent it but it seems like one of the assassins was not caught, hence the shooting that happened in your school cafeteria,” the man in the middle said.

He appeared tall and muscular and something about him was making me shudder in fear.

I stared at him in disbelief.

“You’ve lost me at the good afternoon part,” I said.

“We’re the special security service that your father hired to keep you safe.”

I stared at him even more.


“In short, we’re here to protect you at all cost.”

I stared at him even longer than before.

“I really want to say I understand but I really don’t.”

The man doesn’t seemed to be irritated at how slow I was.

“Your father hired us to keep you safe, sir Drew. Rest assured, we are the best of the best. You have nothing to fear. As long as he’s in our side,” he said.

“My dad never gives me any security before. Why now?”

I couldn’t see his eyes behind the dark-tinted sunglasses but I know he was looking at me.

“Because your life is in danger.”


“The war of the families are starting and it’s not like before, sir Drew.”

He leaned closer at me and I instinctively backed away. This man, he’s scary in all sorts and ways.


“Because this is the war of the heirs.”

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