Sold To The Mafia Don

put on shoes as quickly as I

ther screamed,

ting past the rooms of my sister

tions, my mom and siblings were instructed to remain. On the other side, my mother was okay with my leaving. I had finally developed into a useful adult in this household, she

uddy. She treated me like no one else, even though I was the daughter of Ma

tomorrow

s being held at my school. I

Lucy. I'll die if I m

e out of my mellow frame of mind, and I sprinted down the mansion's main staircase, my dar

girl, TTYL

ht. Hello, gi

ou too

side while grinning. If only I had known that I wouldn't ever return to my house. Ne

ask. With enthusiasm in my voi

g at me but at his phone,

rage and hatred in his eyes for me, but it quickly vanished, so I ignored it. He did not despise me. I was his blood; I was his daughter. You don't detest blood, Lucy. We are traveling

and I'm going to assi

Ye

ss item you want to sell? I

find out soon enough, his response caught my attention. However, he didn't se

ned to face me after we had traveled a few decent kilomet

indow. My mouth fell open. I stiffened because I didn't want to scream or shout at him. I was a helpless youngster who was nice and compliant. It's how I was b

hed open the vehicle door and stepped out, asking me to follow. I complied. He led me inside the warehouse by grabbing my upper arm. It was ancient and had a chemical smell to it. I sneezed many times, but my dad

answered. Wha

worry. The elderly guy remarked with a gru

ith a briefcase. When I opened it, there was plenty of cash. Stacks upon stacks of $100 banknotes.

She's all yours," and

ly shifted to my dad. "Dad? What is happening? I asked, but he ignored

n to stream, attempting to break free. I struck, bit, kicked, and scratched. No matter how m

SE! DAD! YOU CRAP FUCKERS! DON'T T

e some time to realize that I had been smacked by the

on't like. Do not fret. Damien will extinguish that flame

ter being tossed into the vehicle, I rolled and struck what seemed like a pole with my back. My tears were long gone and dry.

My parents, my dad, my mom, and my siblings would co

hat you do not detest blood. When bl

et them kn