Bewitching The Mafia(Mafia Series #1)

2. Rabble-Rouser

Arya

"You wanted to show your dominance over a venerable girl, right? Then let's play a game, shall we?" I said, holding a fistful of his hair and began kicking on his stomach multiple times. He was groaning in pain. 

I pulled him by his collar and punched him on his face in several ways. He couldn't stand by his feet. 

I made him weak. Yes! That was my intention.

"You tried to slap her by your right hand. Now let's see what I will do with it." I grinned maniacally to see him looking at me with a terrified expression on his face. I grabbed his right arm while smashing his left wrist using my feet. He was begging to stop. But I had no intention to leave him that soon.

I was hitting his right arm with the hockey stick which I snatched from a kid nearby. After I have done with my game, I handed that bloody hockey stick to that kid and turned to focus on that bitten guy.

Satisfaction washed over me to see the condition of that scrumble. This kind of people is a stain on our society. They think it is their right to touch a woman whenever and wherever they want. The passerby and shop owners were all watching my beating session to that scum.

They were there when that guy was harassing that girl. I was by luck passing by that alley, else didn't know what would have happened with that little girl. She looked like a semaphore-year student to me.

I went toward that little girl, who was shivering in fear and stood frozen in her place. I squeezed her shoulder lightly and asked in an emotionless tone, "Where do you live?"

She was still in a daze, I felt sorry for her. If her family was thoughtful enough, she could have defended herself today from these kinds of scum. I shook her and she immediately returned from her shock. She surprised me by pulling me in a tight hug. It was suffocating but for her well-being, I hugged her back.

She then left me and cried, "Thank you so much Ms., I was so scared of that guy. He was forcing himself on me. For two weeks, he has been following me everywhere and uttering nasty words to me."

I asked her, "Where do you live? Tell me. I am taking you home. And did you inform your family about him? Why didn't they take any action?"

She wiped her tears and said, "I live a few blocks away from here. I didn't say anything to them. I thought after someday things would be alright. But I was wrong. Today he crosses his limit. He was forcing me to take his home.".

I was beyond pissed. Stupid girl! In which era has she been living? I said nothing. I don't like to waste my words.

I handed her my cellphone and told her to call her family to come here. Well, It is better to show them that scum, as their daughter couldn't help to speak about her discomfort.

She called them and handed my cellphone to me. I then focused on my attire. There has a lot of bloodstain on my clothes. My gloves were bloodied. I removed them from my wrist and tossed these pairs of gloves toward a dustbin. Then I noticed, my wrists are red and heated, and pained a little.

After seven minutes her guardian came and she ran toward him and started crying. He busied himself with cooing her. Okey! Enough of their drama.

I cleared my throat to get their attention. I said to that guy, "Hello there! Your sister here was being harassed by that (while pointing to the bloodied guy) scum, and she (indicating that girl) confessed, he has been following her quite sometimes and today he tried to force himself on her. She was shy enough to inform about her discomfort. I have already my work on him (while indicating the dislocated right arm, broken left leg, swollen jaw, black eyes, and broken ribs. Well, all thanks to our parents. I mentally saluted them.). YOU need to draw a case against him or do whatever you wanted to do with him. Now, It's my time to take leave.", with that I hopped on my motorbike and flew toward my college.

When I reached college, I went to the parking lot to park my motorbike. Everyone was staring at me and looked terrified. God! What are they thinking? I am not going to beat them for no reason, am I? 

I took off my helmet and gave them a cold glare and they immediately scattered away from there. 

Then I went toward my designated classroom. Passing the principal's office, my eyes fell on the picture where a chief guest is handing me the academic award of the last year in a ceremony in our college. 

Yes, I am a bad girl in college, but bring the highest grades in papers. 

As I entered the classroom, everyone stopped talking and they were staring at me in horror. The only thing I did was looking for an empty seat and there he is! 

I sat on the front row as usual. Zack was already there, so I sat beside him. He was reading something. Typical Geek. I took out my copy and kept that on the desk. I took off my hoodie and wore my big glasses.

Suddenly I felt a burning stare on me. I followed the direction and saw that was Zack. I also mimic his stare. He gave me a skeptical look. I knew what he was thinking. Yes, dude! You got it.

He broke the staring contest and shook his head helplessly. I gave him a death glare. He said, "You got a lot of bloodstain on your cloth, and your wrists are crimson red. You beat someone to death.".

I said nothing and stared at him with a blank expression. 

There has nothing new in it. He knows me well. Then why is he asking this question to me now? He knows I don't like to repeat things. My jaw clenched in anger. Closing my eyes, I controlled myself hurriedly. 

He sighed and grabbed my wrists. His sudden action made me squeeze his hand roughly. 

He looked at me with raising a brow, and tried to say 'seriously'. I just shrugged and loosened my hold. 

He then started massaging my wrists to soothe the pain. 

This guy is caring, and I like him, as a brother though. He kind of reminds me of my brother.

Then the professor came and started his lecture. Fifteen minutes later, then the door flew open, and there entered the bad boy, Ethan, entered in his black leather. Girls drool over his stoic look and boys are scared of him. He took a seat on another side of me, ignoring the professors scolding glare. 

But he said or did nothing. Again, it is all because of that that he scares us and also is aware of how good we three are in our study. 

Ethan looked at us and gave a mocking salute cheekily. I and Zack just gave him a blank expression. He got the response he deserved. Soon the lecture ended, we went to the library and discussed our project, and did study a little. Ya, you got that, we three do our study in the library till evening.

In the tiffin break, we went to our canteen to have some food. We sat together and were eating our food. Suddenly Ethan said, "You fought early in the morning." That was a statement. So, I didn't say anything. 

He then looked at Zack, and they shared a look. 

Then Zach said, "You aren't in trouble, are you?" 

I said normally, "No." Why would I be? I don't leave anything behind which would be helpful for the others to hunt me down and fight against me till I am out of energy and on the verge of my giving upstate. 

They both signed in relief. I was pissed. What the hell! I gave them both a death glare which made them sighing in defeat. 

Ethan said pointedly, "Tomorrow you are having an event to participate in, and you can't afford to let that pass to others. You need to stay away from troubles." Racing. How can I forget that? 

Wiping my lips, I told them, "I didn't forget that. What I did today, was necessary. I couldn't just help it." 

Seriously, I can't just let that scum go after seeing him bullying that poor girl. She needs to learn self-defense if she wants to survive in this cruel world. I hope her family considers it and sends her to self-defense classes or whatever they can afford to do for her safety this time. 

Zack gave me a blank look and said, "We know you, and that is why we are reminding you." By the tone of him, I knew what they are talking about. I said nothing later. 

Why do they always need to remind me of that? My mood turned sour, but I changed that by asking Ethan, "Your game also has tomorrow, right?" I better keep my cool now. 

He agreed and said, "Before your's event." Interesting. I am so going to cheer for him in his race. 

I nodded, then talked about some rules and regulations.

Later I said to Zack, "Congratulations on your semi-final. Remind me of the date of your final."

He smiled softly and asked, "You were there?" He looked shocked and surprised at the same time.

I nodded and said, "We were there.", pointing my finger to Ethan.

"Why didn't you come to us?", they asked at the same time.

I sighed in annoyance and said, "Ethan, you were busy with your flavor of the week. And Zack, you got surrounded by a lot of fans and a brunette, I guess she is your training companion. You were busy after your boxing. So, I took a u-turn toward my home." Ethan smiled cheekily. Eh, bloody playboy!

Zack nodded, "Yes, Jane, she is. Thanks for coming there." 

"Mention not.", Ethan and I said in unison.

After college, we headed to our home. I entered my empty home and locked the door before heading toward the kitchen. Pouring a glass of orange juice, I checked my phone and found no missed call from mom. Sometimes I get worried about my mom. I don't want to lose her like our father.

I shook my head to stop negative thoughts aside and started to think about my street racing competition tomorrow. I am excited about this event. I need to check and fix my motorcycle tomorrow. It is the weekend though. So there has no pressure to attend college.

With that, I went to my room and did the study for a few hours. Then I went to make something for dinner, the pasta will do. While eating, I thought about today's conversion with them. 

They weren't wrong. Well, they never are. 

I always put myself in trouble. But how can I leave someone to whom I know I can help? 

I grow up with some ethics. Instead of how to fight and using a gun, our parents taught us to help people always. They are in the military. They taught us the right things. I don't regret helping someone even if I put myself into trouble. I know how to fight with or without a gun.

After dinner, I went to my room and fall asleep while thinking about what had happened in the whole day and what things I should check and replace with new my newly bought motorbike parts. That motorbike is special to me because my father gave that to me before his death. I miss you, dad. 

Tomorrow is going to be a long and tiring day, I hope things would be worthwhile.