Sold to a Ruthless Mafia Lord

Hailey's POV.

"Where the hell are you?!!" Margaret's screeching voice forced me to pull the phone away from my ear.

Why did she have to always scream like that?

"What do you want?" I groaned tiredly and yawned.

"You're supposed to be at work, you silly girl! Miss Marianne has been livid for the past two hours!!"

"What? Why?", I mumbled in confusion. "But my shift doesn't start until..." I took the phone away from my ear again, this time to check the time.

My eyes widened in utter shock.

This couldn't be....

This had to be a joke!!

My shift started three hours ago!!

"I'm done for, Margaret!"

"I can see you're now fully aware of the doom you've found yourself in", she muttered sarcastically.

If my best friend's loud and insensitive voice didn't get me to wake up, the fact that I was running late cleared sleep from my eyes.

"You know this is the sixth time this month you're coming late for your shift, and we've not even gotten halfway through the month. I've been taking the heat both from the customers and Miss Marianne. I don't know how long I can keep doing that, so get your sleepy ass over here before she brings the heavens down on this restaurant!!"

I flung the old blanket away from my figure and ran to the bathroom immediately.

I washed the most important parts of my body and put on my work clothes as quickly as possible.

If I'd not stayed up waiting for my father, maybe I would've gotten some sleep. He was supposed to come back home for dinner, but he didn't. I didn't know where to look for him, so I had no choice but to wait up for him, until I couldn't anymore and dozed off.

I had more things to worry about now.

I took my bag and immediately made for the door.

To my surprise, I opened the door to see my father at the entrance.

For a moment, I stood there as his eyes hovered around my figure in utter disgust.

"And where do you think you're going?", He grunted as he walked past me into the living room.

From his bloodshot eyes and the stenchy breath I whiffed when he walked past me, it was obvious that he spent the night in the bar, just like he'd been doing for over a year.

"I'm going to work. Good morning-"

"Keep that sentiment to yourself and go get me some food so I can go to bed without getting that haunting hangover", he grumbled without looking my way.

"B... But... There's no food for me to microwave..."

"How is that supposed to be my problem?!! Go make me some food now!!", He yelled in anger.

I could feel a wave of emotions wash me as he shouted at me. I could term it as hate, but it was nothing compared to the one he had for me.

There was no point arguing with him because I knew it would take me nowhere, so I dropped my bag and walked to the kitchen.

I calmed myself down and focused on making a sandwich for him before leaving when I heard footsteps from behind me.

"I don't even know why you keep acting like you can do everything, when you should just stay in the kitchen until some decent lad pities you and decides to manage you as his wife", I heard the man's voice from behind me, but I told myself not to pay any attention to it.

This wasn't my first rodeo. I had developed a tough skin over years of consistent verbal degrading.

"You don't think. You jump from one useless thing to another. You're going this early for a job that doesn't even pay you up to minimum wage? Aren't you ashamed of yourself? Maybe that's why you haven't passed any of your scholarship exams", he mumbled with a scoff.

That one hurt me, but I didn't show it.

Other fathers would console and encourage their daughters to keep it up and try harder, but I was blessed with one who not only didn't care about my progress, but also made it a constant passion to remind me of how much of a loser I was.

"If only you took after your mother and tried to listen to me for once. But no, you can't. Instead, you killed her. Your mere existence killed her. How I wish the universe would bring her back and take you away..."