Chapter 63 What Do You Want

Graciela's POV
I was glad when he showed up at the warehouse, I actually thought that he is my savior, If only if known that he will turn out to be my worst nightmare. I would have been better off dead than to be stuck with him, how did I end up being in a relationship with the Mafia Lord, why am I so unlucky?
King Maxwell had been trying to reach me, but he refused to let me take his calls. When I finally got tired of his overbearing attitude, I picked up the call, ignoring his glaring look. He did not let me say anything to king Maxwell, he snatched the phone from my hand and they both got into a fight, exchanging words with each other, speaking so rudely to each other. I don’t know the issue between them, but whatever it is, it’s really bad, I mean, so bad. He basically told the king to fuck off and he didn’t minx words when he told him that he doesn’t care he is the king or not, but he won’t release his hostages. I want to do what I know best, I want to just get high and forget about everything, I just want to drown myself in drugs and get all these things out of my head, but he wouldn’t let me take it either, he has it in this car but he wouldn’t give it to me, can you believe that he called me an addict and he said he was taking me to rehab. He was taking me, Graciela to a fucking rehabilitation center, after turning into a fucking crackhead, he dares to use it against me, can you even believe that.