I was busy doing my job as a server in an event when an old bastard came touching touching my bum, making me yelp.
Angry but aware that I needed to sustain this job over my dignity, I forced a smile before tilting my head to look back at the person.
But the moment I do so, the pervert reached for my breasts, palming them roughly and of course it was then I knew that I should do something, so I started fight back, kicking and hitting him wherever I can.
Hitting the jackpot (his balls), the old man finally lets go of me, but as he started to groan, few men immediately gathered, circling around me.
"W-what are you guys doing? That guy is pervert!" I yelled, hoping to reach someone's ear, but I guess it reached none.
With a sneer, the old man came walking towards me and with a loud smack, his hand touched my face, slapping me hard enough to make my ears ring and light headed, eventually, it resulted me to fall into my knees.
Now I am seemingly kneeling before him, the bastard pulled my hair into a fistful and there, started name calling me which I can't even hear because of the impact of his slap.
The old man continued to hit me again and again before it proceeded to its initial intention, to ravage me right here and right now.
My head started to spin as my ear continued to ring and as much as I couldn't hear anything, my vision started to go as well. All I know is I am being molested by an perverse old man and the men with him are just standing there, making sure that their boss is satisfied.
Soon, the men circling around me and the old bastard falls one by one and now that what he's doing is exposed, the old man tried to get away only to be shot dead right in front of me.
Though everything is a blur, I knew I was saved by a tall mascular man with a silver white hair and after that, my consciousness that is just hanging into a thread, finally cuts loose.
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After sometime, I woke up in an unfamiliar yet comfy place and as I try to sit up to look around, my left ear started to ring again, but somehow it got even worst that I had to screech in pain.
It was then a familiar figure rushed into the room, I can see that he's talking to me, as if asking me what is happening or what's wrong, but I just couldn't hear any word from him.
Focusing despite of my aching ear I tried to read his lips. "Do I have bring you in a hospital?"
"No." I tried to speak but it was the same, I couldn't hear anything.
Of course, I am already in panic to know that I can't hear, but what's more is that I don't even know if I was able to utter a word earlier.
The next thing I knew, I was being carried out from the room I am in and not hearing anything just made it more unbearable that all I can do was to cry hard, without making sound.
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Rain's POV
Zanesville is one of the smallest place included in my turf and that is why I rarely go in there to check things on my own, but somehow last night, there is something in me that is urging to go, so I did.
I heard from my men that an event is going on a bar under our protection so I went with my men with the intention to hear some reports from the owner, only to be welcome by an ongoing commotion.
"What's happening?" I asked one of the staff in the view.
Scared and pointing down it replied. "Sir, please. One of our female staff is being harassed by a guest.." Its hands and voice are all shaky in the view of blood flowing from somewhere.
Sighing in frustration, I made my men evacuate people out of the place as I waltzed close.
"Who are you guys? What are you doing disturbing my turf?" I asked in an intimidating tone.
The men then started pointing their guns at me making me smirk.
"Oh! You dared to point those guns at me, don't you know who I am?" I asked in a challenging tone as I crack my knuckles.
Clearly intimidated, the men started to step back, their hands trembling hard as I get closer.
Enjoying the view of these lowlifes acting high and mighty with their guns, I started to take them one by one at ease with my fist then, revealed a horrific scene of an old man, ravaging a girl who I reckon that is not even a quarter of his age.
What made it more brutal is that the face of the girl was all bruised and cut and the blood that was dripping down the floor is coming from her ear.
Probably hoping to get away to what he have done, the old man tried to get out of the scene while I am looking at the poor girl, but unlucky for him, I can still go for a headshot even my eyes are closed.
Now eliminated the threats, I carefully lifted the girl up and talked to the owner.
"I reckoned this girl is an employee of yours, I want to know about her. Send me her profile as soon I leave." I commanded.
Nodding in understanding, I carried the girl in my arms and take her to the car with me.
"Where to, boss? Should we bring her to a hospital?" One of my men asked.
Pondering, of course that the best course of action is to bring her to a hospital but as a Mafia boss myself, I don't think they'll let me see her after getting treated and I won't be having that because I already have plans for her.
"Home, I am bringing her home so just call a doctor to come and check at her." I muttered, my voice cold and distant.
Soon after reaching home, the doctor came and treated her wounds, it said that she will be fine after some rest, but after sleeping for straight three days, the whole house was alarmed with a loud thud from her room.
Coming in, I saw her holding her left ear, as she crouched in pain and though I can see her lips open wide as if she was screaming, I have never heard her voice.
"Hey, what's happening? what's wrong?" I asked as calmly as I can, rubbing her back., but I get no response so I tried again. "Do I have to bring you in a hospital?"
This time, the girl's eyes locked into my lips so I repeated it, slower this time.
Almost immediately, she mouthed a "No."
After that, she began to turn hysterical and I just knew that it has something to do with her ear and her voice so, I ordered my men to get the car ready.
But don't get me wrong, okay? I do feel bad for her and what she's going through but the real intention here is to get her trust so I can proceed with my plan, and make her my subtitute bride.
Soon, as we reached the hospital I told my men to contact someone who can help to admit her without us being out in the public, and once it appears before me.
"That girl is mine, make sure she will receive proper treatment and proper care while in there cause if not... I think you know exactly what will happen to you, don't you?" I warned with a glare.
Nodding, the person let me lie her down on the stretcher but as it started to push her away, the girl reaches for my hand and slowly mouthed. "Please come with me."
My eyes widen into her silent plea, because I never had anyone plead to me like that before. If anything, people wishes me to be away from them.
Torn whether I should or I shouldn't, I closed my eyes shut, thinking deeply on how I should deal with this without breaking my front to her.
Then one of my men, nudged me from the side and whispered. "Boss, just type a message here and give it to her."
Realizing its point, I picked the phone from its hand and typed. "I can't go with you in there. It will be risky for you. But if you want to, you can use this phone and chat me whenever you want to."
Handing the phone to the girl, I signalled her to read the typed message. Nodding, she finally lets go of my hand, placing the phone to her chest as she's being taken away.
"Wow, boss! Looks like you already had her wrapped around your fingers." One of my men commented.
Seemingly agreeing to its remark, I nodded, but deep inside I am thinking the other way around. I think it is me who's getting wrapped around her fingers.