Read Sold to the Mafia: The Heir :: SEVEN

3-day cruise.

Clark.

I felt a hand on my ass and I immediately turned around to swat it away but knowing better that nothing good would come out of it, I held back.

The man harassing me noticed my distress but instead of retreating his hand off of me, he continued to knead by butt cheek.

Clark.

Cla --

Why am I so pathetic?

So desperate to have someone love me and accept me for who I am?

Why?

I’m sorry…I really can’t do this…

Time froze when someone’s cellphone suddenly rang. The man holding me took out his phone but never took his hand off of me. There was still that smug smirk on his face as he answered the call.

Everyone was busy drinking their booze, smoking and chattering. With trembling hands, I continued to pour the wine in the glass.

All of a sudden, the man sexually harassing me stopped. He quickly retreated his hand and when I checked to see what happened to him, there was a horrified expression his face. He stood up in panic, head turning head to right like he was searching for something.

“What’s wrong?” one of the men asked him.

The man’s eyes widened as he looked at me in fear.

“Y-you’re…you’re…!”

I blinked at him.

“Huh?”

The door slammed open and Isaac entered the room. He gave me a quick look but even when I was buck naked, his expression didn’t change. He just approached me, took his coat off and slung it over my shoulders to cover my body.

I saw the manager peeking from the door. He looked worried and when he sensed I was looking at him, he gave me an apologetic bow.

“Who the fuck are you?!”

Isaac ignored them.

“Are you alright?” he asked.

I was flustered at Isaac’s sudden entrance that I couldn’t speak. I was just staring at him like a dumb idiot.

He smiled a little.

“It’s okay. Everything’s okay now. Thanks to him.”

I didn’t understand what he meant by that.

“...what?”

“Wait outside. You don’t need to see this.”

I got out of the room, clutching Isaac’s coat closer to me. The manager stood beside me.

“Are you alright?”

I faced him and smiled.

“Yes,” I replied.

I wasn’t fine. I was far from fine. I was still trembling from everything that had happened. This was the first time I found myself in that kind of situation. I thought I could do things like that to save someone but turned out I’m not fit to be in this kind of world.

I was different.

I wasn’t like my dad.

I didn’t want to be in a world the same as his.

Isaac finally got out of the room after being in there for like 7 minutes. The first thing I noticed was his knuckles covered in blood.

“What happened?” I asked even though it was obvious.

“Just taught them a lesson,” Isaac answered.

I nodded, lowering my head in shame.

“Okay.”

“Let’s go back, Drew. This isn’t the place for someone like you.”

While Isaac was talking to the manager, I stayed inside the car, waiting for him. I got my clothes back and all but the trauma of being in that place remained in my mind.

I put my knees up and hugged it.

Isaac came back and entered the car, sitting on the drivers seat.

“Are you hungry?”

I kept quiet because I didn’t know what to answer. Yes, I’m hungry but I’m not in the mood to eat.

Isaac looked at me.

“I know a good restaurant. We can eat before going back.”

“Isn’t it weird to eat at this time of night?” I asked.

He put his seat belt on and drove out of the parking lot.

“It looks to me you need some good food to cheer you up.”

I was touched by what Isaac said.

A few minutes of driving, the car stopped in front of a noodle restaurant. Isaac and I got out of the vehicle and entered the establishment. There were only three customers inside since it’s already midnight.

We sat on a vacant table and a waitress approached us to give us the menu. I really wasn’t in the mood to eat but once I saw the photos of noodle soup in the menu, my mouth watered and my stomach grumbled.

Isaac told the waitress what he wanted and so did I. She repeated our order before walking away from us.

The air between us was awkward. I didn’t have the nerve to look at him but I could feel that he was staring at me.

“Ah…before I forget.”

Isaac slid a thick amount of cash on the table, giving it to me. My eyes widened in disbelief.

“W-what…what’s this?”

“The money I got from the manager. I told him to get a new job. I hope he’ll follow my advice. He’s not suited there,” Isaac replied.

I lifted my head to finally look at Isaac. He was also looking at me, smiling.

“You worked hard for it,” he added.

I didn’t know what came to me but tears fell down from my eyes and I began bawling like a little kid in front of Isaac.

I’m ashamed of myself. I was so desperate that I didn’t even noticed how low I’m falling just to satisfy my wants. I was so sure that nothing wrong would happen, underestimating the danger of the Mafia. I should know better, the world I’m in wasn’t the world where I wanted to be.

“...I’m…I’m sorry,” I said, wiping my tears with the back of my hand.

Isaac ruffled my hair in a comforting manner. He didn’t say anything but the gesture was enough to let me know that somehow, just a little bit, someone cares for me too.

I slammed the car door shut and faced Isaac who was waiting for me. It was already three in the morning but security in my house was still tight.

“Thanks for everything,” I said to which Isaac replied with a smile.

“Sure, no problem.”

I took my bag and went inside of the house to rest. It’s been a long night and all I wanted to do was to sleep.

A lot happened, leaving me to realize how stupid and naive I really was. If it wasn’t for Isaac saving me, I would have ended being raped by those bastards.

I shuddered at the thought.

I need to forget everything that happened tonight. Just take it as a lesson; never get involved with the Mafia.

I mentally scolded myself.

How could I say that to myself when I’m the only heir of the largest group of the mob here in Russia.

I’m so stupid.

I opened the door to my room and went inside.

I wonder what Clark’s doing now?

Well, obviously he’s sleeping already.

Dropping down to my bed, I pulled my phone out of my pocket. I browsed my contacts to search for Clark’s name.

Why am I so transfixed with him? Was it because he’s good-looking? Was he the man of my dreams?

Or was it because he’s the only guy who wasn’t disgusted with me?

It must be.

I didn’t bother changing clothes.I was too tired to even move a muscle. I continued staring at Clark’s number on my phone, hopelessly praying to have a good dream where the world would finally accept people like me.

By the time I woke up from my slumber, I found myself still holding my phone. I checked if anyone texted or called me but so far, my screen was empty from notifications.

I got up, stretching and yawning at the same time.

Checking the time, I only got three hours of sleep. I have school in 30 minutes but I didn’t want to get ready yet. Memories of what happened last night kept coming back, making me depressed and ashamed.

I wonder how I would interact with Isaac? I was really feeling embarrassed because of my stupidity and knowing how passive that guy was, it’s only making my anxiety worst.

I erased the worried thoughts from my head.

It’s going to be okay, Drew. Isaac’s just doing his job.

A knock on the door awakened me from my monologue. I dragged myself out of the bed to see who was knocking.

My eyes widened when I saw Isaac in front of me. He was already wearing casual clothing, looking elegant and chic.

“Good morning,” he greeted.

His face remained emotionless, as if nothing fazes him which made me feel relieved and worried at the same time. This man was mysterious but for some reason, the more I spend time with him, the more I could read the emotions in his face.

Which wasn’t that bad if I think about it.

“Good morning,” I said back, smiling a little bit.

Isaac’s eyes narrowed as he stared at my face.

“You looked terrible,” he commented.

I laughed sarcastically.

“Hmmm, I wonder why?” I joked, still laughing.

Isaac kept the scowl on his face.

“I’m lad you’re feeling alright now,” he said, his voice dead and cold. “You should get ready. You have school today.”

I dramatically rolled my eyes, shrugging my shoulders and grunting in annoyance.

“Please don’t remind me,” I mumbled.

“Do you need me to help you get ready for school?”

His question held no malice into it but I couldn’t stop myself from taking it the wrong way. My cheeks flushed and I stared at him in disbelief.

Isaac titled his head, blinking at me.

“Do you need help?”

Naughty scenarios appeared in my head and I quickly brushed it away. I pushed Isaac away from my door to stop our conversation.

“I can manage myself! Thank you very much!”

He opened his mouth to say something else but I closed the door already. I leaned my back against it, sighing out loud.

Why did dad picked him out of all the people working for him.

Damn it.

“You look like shit,” was the first thing Valery said upon seeing me.

I gave my best friend an amused look.

“And now I know you really are a true friend,” I said in sarcasm.

It was our break time and since I couldn’t eat my snack in the cafeteria (thanks to the fact that I’m gay, which doesn’t have any connection in eating, if I may say), Valery and I ate our food at the back of the school. There was no one around but we could still hear the screams from the students playing sports close to where we were.

“I’m the only true friend you can have,” Valery boasted, grinning wide at me.

“I don’t know if I should be honored or disappointed,” I teased.

She puffed her cheeks, clearly not appreciating what I just said. I waved my hand and told her that I was joking. True enough, she was the only real friend I could have and I wouldn’t exchange her for the world.

“So? Did something happened to you last night?”

I paled from her question.

How could I possibly tell her that I got a job to pay for Clark’s expenses. Not only was it idiotic, the very same idea I had lead me into a tangle for troubles which I wouldn’t forget for the rest of my life.

“Nothing much happened,” I lied, forcing a smile at my best friend. “I was just…engrossed in watching movies last night.”

Valery stared at me. She wasn’t buying what I said. Nevertheless, she let it go.

“Anyway!” she exclaimed, clapping her hands to ease the tension between the two of us. “I heard Marx is gonna throw a party this evening! Can we go, please?!”

“Are we even invited?” I asked.

“Everyone’s invited! Come on, let’s go, please!”

I playfully glared at Valery.

“You have no chance of dating Marx, Val,” I said, tapping her shoulder while shaking my head. “He’s too hot for you.”

Valery shushed me.

“I don’t want to hear that from someone who’s willing to join the soccer club just because his crush is a player,” she said, hissing at me.

I laughed.

“You have a point.”

“So, will you come with?” she urged, nudging my arm with her elbow. “There’s gonna be a lot of hot guys there.”

I scrunched my nose.

“I don’t think hot boys wants me near them,” I whispered.

Valery laughed out loud.