Sold to the Mafia: The Heir

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I was busy looking around Clark’s apartment that I didn’t even noticed him disappearing. I’m sure Isaac’s pissed off of me because I didn’t go home last night but it’s not like my fault, right?

Okay, fine, maybe half of it was my fault. I should have known better how easy it was for me to get drunk. One sip of beer was enough to make me drunk and as embarrassing as it sounds, it’s the truth I should accept.

His room was neat and I couldn’t see any trace of mess or anything, unlike mine. It was like any other kind of bedrooms, simple and organized. There was also a sweet aroma coming from somewhere but I didn’t know what it was.

I lingered in his bedroom for a while, walking around to check anything out of the ordinary. This was the first time I got to see my crush’s bedroom and I’m loving every second of it. It felt like I became even closer to Clark just by being in his room.

I stood in front ofthe tall bookshelf and browsed the thick books in it.

It all looked deep and hard to read.

I was about to pull one book that caught my interest but Clark entering the room stopped me. I turned around and saw that he was dressed casually, with a striped shirt and black pants.

Clark walked to his bed to arrange the blanket. I instantly felt ashamed for not fixing it myself since I’m not used to, thanks to my upbringing.

“Sorry ’bout that,” I mumbled.

He chuckled and said, “it’s fine.”

Smelling myself, I grimaced. I reeked of alcohol and it was disgusting.

“Do you mind if take a quick shower?” I asked.

Clark shook his head and smiled.

“Sure. You can borrow my clothes.”

I tried not to look excited but I couldn’t stop myself from blushing.

I’m gonna wear Clark’s clothes?!

Clark and I went out of the bedroom. He walked to where the bathroom was but I got distracted when I saw the entirety of his house.

His place was damn huge! It doesn’t even looked like it belong to a high school student. This was more like a penthouse of a CEO.

My jaw dropped in amazement.

“Is this your house?” I asked.

“Yeah, something wrong?” Clark carefully asked.

“N-no, it’s just…big,” I replied.

I was staring at the skyscrapers outside the huge windows. It felt as if I’m in heaven because of how tall this building was. Like I could actually tough the sky.

“Yeah, well…my parents can be really doting sometimes,” he said.

“Your parents?”

Clark led me to the east side of his penthouse where the bathroom was located.

“I’ll get you new clothes. Go take a bath,” he said before leaving me.

I continued looking around the place, still letting the fact that Clark was living in a luxury penthouse. When he said apartment, I was expecting the normal kind students could afford while attending school.

Whoever Clark’s parents were, they’re awfully rich to afford this place for their kid.

I entered the bathroom and was impressed once again.

His bathroom looked like the pictures I usually see in interior magazines. Only the rich and famous could afford this kind of things.

Not only was he kind and good-looking, he’s also loaded.

And all in the right places too!

I stepped inside the bathroom, gawking my eyes out. This was as huge as my room.

My eyes focused at the tall windows facing the tub. The fascinating view of the city made me speechless. Imagine having a bath at night in this place and just looking out of the window seeing the night sky filled with thousand kinds of bright lights.

I’m sure it would be a marvelous sight.

Clark knocked on the door and I let him in.

“I’ll leave your clothes here,” he said, putting the neatly folded clothes on top of the nearest counter.

“Thanks a lot!”


He was about to leave but I stopped him to ask, “where are we going anyway?”

Clark turned around and gave me a slight smile.

“It’s our day-off, let’s go somewhere fun.”

I finished taking a bath in an instant. I didn’t want Clark to think that I’m a slow-poke or anything, though I could be at times.

I double, triple checked myself in front of the mirror. I made sure I looked a little bit handsome because I’m with the person I adore the most.

Deciding that I looked decent enough, I got out of the bathroom, feeling fresh.

I saw Clark moving in the kitchen and so I went in. Seeing him in front of the stove, fixing something up, I walked behind him to surprise him but before I could get near him, Clark already turned around to face me.

I gasped in shock.

“Hey, something wrong?” he asked, raising a brow at me.

I was stunned to speak coherent.

“U-uh, yeah, yeah I’m…yeah, sorry!”

Clark blinked and asked, “what is it?”

“It’s just that…I was about to surprise you and play a prank but…yeah, I’m horrible,” I truthfully said, laughing nervously at him.

“I heard you walking behind me,” Clark admitted. “Want coffee?”

“Sure,” I said.

I wanted to ask him how he could hear me even though I wasn’t really making much noise. Nevertheless, I let it go. Maybe Clark’s just sensitive to sounds since he’s living alone.

He was about to pour a boiling water on the cup. I wanted to stop him because I don’t really liking drinking hot coffee but he’s been doing me a lot of favors already. I stayed quiet, cringing at the hot cup of coffee that he gave me.

I sat down on the dining table while Clark leaned against the counter. We were both drinking our coffee, well, mostly Clark’s been drinking his while I blow the cup to make it drinkable for me.

I could feel Clark watching me, making me fasten my pace in drinking coffee. It’s unbelievable how anxious I am when I’m around him.

“Finish your coffee, I’m just gonna get my things and we can go,” he said.

“Okay,” I mumbled.

When Clark was gone, I slammed my forehead on the table. I groaned from the pain of the impact, but the pain of being awkward around him was much more worst than I’m physically feeling.

I wasn’t always like this. Sure, I’m nervous with my past crushes but not like this.

How shameful.

“Hey, you ready?” Clark asked, appearing by the door with his coat hanging on his shoulder.

I was speechless for a moment.

He looked so damn hot.

“A-ah yes, I’m ready!”

We rode the elevator to get to the basement parking lot. We were quiet and it was killing me. We were in the 54th floor and it seemed like forever to get to our destination.

I jolted when Clark’s phone suddenly rang. He pulled it out of his pants pocket and answered the call.

“He’s safe. I’ll call you back later,” Clark mumbled under his breath, moving a little bit farther away from me.

I kept my eyes in front of me but was concentrating hard to listen to his conversation.

“Tell Diana I can’t pick her up tonight.”

My ears perked upon hearing a woman’s name.

Who’s Diana?

Clark hung up the phone and sighed.

“Is everything okay?” I asked.

He looked bothered with that call, I wonder what’s wrong.

“It’s nothing.”

My shoulders dropped in dismay. Clark sounded dismissive, obviously not liking that I’m asking him questions.

Maybe this Diana person was the one he’s guarding and taking care of.

I mentally sighed.

I wish I was that person.

“Where are we going anyway?” I asked while Clark and I were boarding his car.

“I’ve always wanted to go to this place,” he replied as he handed me his phone.

My eyes widened in pure shock and horror.

“You want us to go to a haunted mansion?!”

Clark grinned.

“It’s gonna be okay. I just want to see something.”

“See something?! You want to see ghosts?!”

He stared at me.


“It might be shocking for you to hear this but I’m quite afraid of anything paranormal!” I exclaimed.

“It’s gonna be okay,” Clark reassured.

He started the car engine and drove out of the basement.

Meanwhile, I was hyperventilating. I couldn’t believe he wanted to go to a haunted place!


Why of all the places, why a scary one?!

Going to school was probably a much better option than this.

“Why do you want to go here, Clark? And why are you bringing me there?”

Clark was focused in driving but answered me nonetheless.

“I was planning on going but I’m too busy with work. Now that I’m not, I can finally go,” he explained.

I resisted the urge to jump out of the car.

I was never a fan of anything scary. Whenever Valery and Oleg invited me to watch a horror movie, I always decline their offers because I’m positively sure I’m going to piss myself.

“How are we even gonna go to this place, Clark?” I asked, turning to him with roused brows. “This place is an island in the middle of the ocean. It’s not something you can visit without any plans.”

Clark shrugged his shoulders.

“I made plans,” he simply said.

“You made plans?” I repeated, voice rising in distrust.

Because one minute ago you were saying you never had the time to go to this place and now you already have plans ready?

“Yes. I really want to visit this place, Drew,” Clark said, stepping on the brake when the stop light turned red.

He then faced me, blinding me with his dashing smile.

“Don’t worry, you’re with me. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

All of a sudden, all my worries vanished. I snapped my head at Clark, staring at him.

Damn, if that’s all it would take Clark to make me go anywhere in the world, I’m doomed.

It took us a hour and a half to arrive at the pier. It was my first time to go somewhere so far without anyone from the group knowing where the hell I was. I was nervous as hell, keeps thinking that dad’s gonna kill me, especially with the war going on with the heirs.

But I couldn’t just let this chance go.

Clark and I, alone in a desolate place.

A lot of things could happen, maybe good, maybe bad.

I’m certainly hoping for good.

We walked on the wooden bridge and Clark stopped in front of a boat. There was a man waiting for him, smoking tobacco.

“Hey boss,” the man greeted but seeing me, he gasped. “You’re here with someone.”

Clark smirked at him.


“Sorry,” the man apologized, bowing his head in shame. “Are you ready to go?”


Clark looked at me.

“I owe you one for this, Drew.”

I flushed, nodding.

“It’s nothing, don’t worry about it!”

I tried to get in on the boat but because I’m a natural klutz, I tripped over the slightly elevated wooden floor. If it wasn’t for Clark’s fast reflexes, I would have ended on the water for my clumsiness.

He held my arm tight, pulling me back into his arms to stop me from falling.

“Woah, you’re really bad at this, aren’t you?” Clark commented, pressing me against his chest.

If only I could embalm this feeling, I would.

I could smell that faint scent of cologne on him and it just so…manly and sexy!

“Do you need help?” the man asked, looking worried at the both of us.

I was about to answer him but Clark suddenly carried me in ease. I gasped out loud, being lifted without warning.

“W-what’re you doing?!” I asked, panicking at how intimate we were.

Clark smiled at me.

“Getting you on the boat,” he nonchalantly answered.

We finally got on the boat, much to my chagrin. Why am I so clumsy, especially at times like this? I hate that part of myself.

The man began to orient me how the boat worked and the safety precautions. I didn’t know where Clark went but the man, who’s name was Cooper, was highly interesting with what he was saying. It’s obvious he knows a lot about boats and the ocean.

“So, you’re friends with Mr. Roman?”

I stared at Cooper and nodded.

“Yeah, I think so.”

I hope so.

If I couldn’t be his boyfriend, well at least a friend would suffice.

“Mr. Roman has a lot of friends but you’re different,” Cooper said.

What he said made me freeze.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s -- ”


Cooper and I both looked at the direction of where Clark’s voice came. We saw him motioning Cooper to come over and he did what he was told without questions. I stayed where I was, staring at the water while the two of them ready the boat.

A few minutes later, the boat began to move. I saw Clark walking towards me, smiling.

“Isn’t it exciting?”

I made a face.

There’s nothing exciting going to a haunted mansion in the middle of an island, in the ocean no less.

“How do you know it’s haunted?” Clark asked all of a sudden. “Not a lot of people knows the existence of that place.”

I looked at him, face paled from realizing that the place we’re going was unknown to the public. People doesn’t even know the island existed because it was once a hideout of the former Russian Mafia leader.

“Uh, uhm, research? I told you, I like those kind of things,” I reasoned out.


“What about you? Why do you know that island?”

Clark eerily smiled at me.

“I need to confirm something.”

Hours passed and we finally arrived at the island. The weather doesn’t look good as the blue sky turned dark while we were approaching the haunted island. But Clark didn’t seemed to care. He was just excited to visit the mansion sitting in the middle of that island.

“I’ll be waiting for you here,” Cooper said to Clark after parking the boat on the edge of the shore.

Clark helped me get out of the boat.

I could see a mansion not far away from where we were and it looked ominous. The sinister looking trees weren’t helping the dark atmosphere this place had. There was something telling my mind that this place was not only haunted but dangerous as well.

How many years had passed since this place was abandoned? After the alleged bombing, no one stayed in this place anymore. Of course, this was supposed to be the former mob leader’s headquarters. No one wanted to stay in this place because of the horror behind the four walls of that creepy mansion. From what I heard from dad, a lot of people died in here. And by a lot, I really meant a lot.

I shivered in fear.

If there’s a lot of people died in here, then that means there’s also ghosts here.

I’m doomed. I never liked anything paranormal.

I froze when Clark put his coat on my shoulders. I looked at him in awe.

“Thanks,” I mumbled, blushing. “But won’t you be cold?”

Clark smiled at me and said, “I’m good. I’m more worried about you.”

I turned my face away from him to stop myself from throwing myself to him.

Get a grip of yourself, Drew!

“What exactly do you need to confirm here?” I asked after clearing my throat.

“Some things,” Clark shortly answered. “I need to check something out to make sure the person I’m guarding now is safe.”

I blinked at him.

“Wow, you must be really close to this person,” I commented.

Clark looked straight into my eyes.

“I wish.”

We stared at each other for the longest time. It was Clark who looked away first.

“Let’s go.”

He walked in front of me while I followed him in silence.

I checked my wristwatch and twenty minutes have passed since we started walking. There was no trail in the woods, easy for anyone to get lost. Though Clark knew where we’re supposed to go, which was strange unless he’s been here before.

Now that I’m getting to know him more, it’s getting clear that this guy’s hiding something. And I’m not sure if I wanted to know what his secrets were.

The was becoming colder and colder as we approached the mansion. The shoes I was wearing were covered in mud and my feet were sore already. I rubbed my hands together, shivering.

I’m exhausted, hungry and cold.

But I didn’t want to tell Clark that I was tired. Whatever his reason was to come here, I could tell it was important. And the thought of Clark choosing me to come here with him was overwhelming. I liked to think that I’m special to him.

Even though I’m really not.

We finally got past the forest. The mansion was far more bigger than it was when we first stepped in the island. Hundreds of broken windows, corroded brick walls covered with dry vines.

This was a really scary place.

“Let’s go inside,” Clark said.


Clark found a way in, through one of the doors at the left side of the mansion. The metal gates were tall, making it obvious that this was once a highly-secured place.

Once we got inside, I could hear the howl of the wind going through the corridor. I made a face, not even bothered that my teeth were chattering from the cold and the fear I was feeling.

“I don’t really like this place,” I mumbled to myself.

Clark looked like he doesn’t mind that we’re in an old, abandoned place in the middle of the ocean. We climbed up the rickety stairs but he abruptly stopped, eyes turning sharp.

“Did you hear that?”

I stopped walking as well and looked at him.

“H-huh? Heard what?”

Clark smirked.

“They’re here.”

I paled after hearing what he said.

“Who’s here?!”

Clark shushed me, took my hand to pull me close to him.

“This place, it’s being occupied by someone.”

“Huh? Who?” I inquired.

Who in their right minds would stay in a creepy place like this?

Clark closed his eyes and said, “seems like there’s people here. In the third floor,” he added.

I stared at him in disbelief.

“How the hell did you know that?”

“I could hear footsteps.”

“I don’t hear it.”

Clark turned to look at me.

“Now, stay here.”

I gaped at him.

“What?! Where are you going?! Don’t leave me here!”

Clark ruffled my hair.

“You’ll be fine, trust me.”

“But where are you going?!”

He smirked at me.

“I have to take care of something.”

Just like what Clark instructed, I stayed from where we were a while ago, leaning against the wall. I was feeling anxious because of this place. What if I saw something really scary?! There’s no where to run in here?

Summary, I’m trapped.

I checked the time and it’s been ten minutes since Clark was gone.

My ears perked after hearing a tapping sound from somewhere.

The hair in my back stood as I realized what those tapping sounds were.


I looked around in panic, checking both left and right of the corridor to see if someone was coming.

But there was no one.

The howling of the wind intensified outside and the windows began to clatter. By now, I was so close to pissing myself.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer.

No, no, no, no, no! I need to get out of here!

I frantically searched for an open room to get out of the corridor. I don’t think those footsteps belonged to a human. It sounded like a heavy boot being scraped on the wood.

When I found an open door, I stumbled to get inside. I leaned my back against the wall, hands covering my mouth to stop myself from screaming. My heart was beating out of my chest.

The footsteps were gone and that made me sigh in relief.

I took my phone out to call Clark but there was no signal.

Of course.

My head dropped in disappointment.

I’m gonna die here.

Now that the footsteps were gone and my heartbeat returned back to normal, I finally looked where the hell I stumbled in.

It was a huge room with only a few furniture. A bed in the middle, an old dresser and another door right across from where the bed was. The windows were broken and there were marks of the floor being burned.

I walked closer to the bed and observed the night table from the right.

Why does this room feel…strange?

I know this whole place was creepy but this particular room was different.

“So you found it.”

I swear my heart dropped when Clark suddenly spoke behind me. I turned around and watched him approach me.

Clark eyed the bed and smiled.

“This place holds a lot of memories.”


A sad smile appeared on his face.

“You really never know who you’ll fall in love in this world, don’t you?”

I didn’t understand what he meant by that.

“That’s just how life works. It’s all about irony.”

“What’re you talking about?”

“Can you imagine two people, who lived their whole life tormented by each other, but still chose to be together until the very end?” Clark said.

He finally looked at me and smirked.

“Have you loved someone so much that you’ll follow him even in death?”

I thought for a second.

“If that person means the whole world to me,” I started, lifting my head to look at Clark with a smile, “I will.”

Clark smiled back as well.

“Me too.”

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