Belong To The Ruthless Mafia Boss

My hands shook as I watched my dad in the little box face to face with the judge.

His eyes were bloodshot red, probably worn out due to the anger and tears.

My eyes darted to the man suing my dad; Robert Lansford. A disgusting smirk plastered on his scarred face, I could perceive the alcohol he'd drank from where I sat.

Watching my dad broke my heart, his hands behind him and his head down in distraught. My eyes watered and my palms were all sweaty, I wiped away the tears and held myself together, i needed to be strong for my father.

This was the first trial and a warning to my father, He had taken a loan from Robert and everyone knows Robert is cunning. But Dad's business needed a boost and now here we are; he couldn't meet up with Robert's needs and now he is in court with a heavy fine of over 200 million. I took on jobs, part time jobs to be able to pay off the debt and yet it still wasn't enough to pay off the loan. I closed my eyes, my ears not hearing anything in the room. It was misty everywhere.

Fuck!

“No further questions, your honour.” the defendant lawyer said.

“Very well.” replied the judge.

“Your honour, the prosecution would like to ask Mr Albert here some questions.”

“Mr Albert Dickinson, what day did you have the agreement with Mr Robert?” 

“It was on a Thursday.” Dad said.

“Thursday and at 8pm, correct?” 

“I am not too sure of the time. i think it was 10pm when i-” Dad said.

“And what was stated in the document given to you?” the lawyer interrupted 

“I didn't go through the document, we-

“So you would sign a document or a legal contract without thorough examination Mr Albert?” 

“No I wouldn't. We agreed on it before he brought the papers.” Dad said.

“The papers, you didn't read.” “Your honour my client pitied a broke man and lent him a huge amount of money but it is clear to that Mr Albert has no accurate answer whatsoever-

It was this or nothing. Getting the lawyer was expensive as hell. If I could plead to Robert, maybe he could take pity on dad.

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"Dad, you need to pay Robert back. He won't let you go." I said to my dad as he sat weakly on the cushion. His watery eyes, looking confused.

"I can't pay enough. He wouldn't let me go Mia." Dad said weakly. I couldn't take it anymore, I was on the verge of tears. I looked at my Dad. I watched him hopelessly.

"If I talk to him, I think he would let you go." I said to my dad. He shook his head tirelessly, disagreeing with me.

"He won't Mia. I'll talk to him again and maybe this time he will listen." Dad said.

"Dad-

"Don't, Mia. I know you are worried about me but I will be fine." He finishes.

I walked out, hiding the tears in the corner of my eyes. My lashes are already wet. I laid on my bed, sobbing softly. Dad was stranded and I couldn't do anything. I had to stop work midway when I heard my father was arrested. Going back, I got fired. I feel so terrible.