The Mafia's S*x Contract

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would be unhappy and pissed off. Well, I was right, because immediately, I heard footsteps rushing in my direction. I

t ready to work, you cocksucker!" He hit me across the face and yelled. Tear

u stupid?" His rant continued. "You know you want me to be a bad father so bad

ey. We've always been poor, never rich. That could have

wall, slapping me countless times on the cheek. "What do you know about wealth? Never talk ba

face as his words echoed in my ears again. I squeezed my eyelids shut in

nesty, I didn't want to know. When I headed down the stairs to the kitchen, I found broken picture frames scattered all ac

gulped down the contents of the glass cup he held. "I started taking g

, he was calling me a slut, and now he's praising me. What the hell is wrong with him?

o in a rush to even taste what I had prepared. I put it down on the counter and went to get another plate for myself, but my dad

doesn't need an

publishing organisation and receiving a small amount of money, but that

your house

it made me feel good. Leave my house like your mom

m is n

't even see her face for

d like, where she lived, or what she did for a

night; I'm begging you." I pleaded, but it felt like dead

e replied. "Besides, food is not necessary for you to stay alive. Eat when I leave the

the person, and I couldn't believe my own father was saying it to me. Not ju

k before leaving. I cleared the area as soon as possible and left the kitchen. My dad tossed me a wad of cash as I reached the doo

the food store. I strolled over to the shop and started shopping. I didn't

ed an apartment because of what was going on in her life.

late this morning? Shouldn't y

ght now, but a lot has happened." After gathering t

utside the store. "You seem really worried

I've done a lot of things. By

alking together. A tear starts to roll down my cheek

to your dad?

to make my dad look like a bad person to people, even though he was. I gue

noticed my response didn't seem to have satisfied her. I wasn't going to blame her

ing, come and meet me; it's big enough to take the both of us. My house..."

d me inside immediately and pushed me to the ground. He

time, I f

e bolting out of the house. I was leaving his house this time around, and I wasn't going to co

r mercy. I'll make your pay for all the maltreatment you've sh

rifted back to my father. I genuinely hope he was j

k your ass stays!" The driver rep