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The Mafia Princess

Chapter 2 The Mysterious Caller

Word Count: 1727    |    Released on: 02/08/2023

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did I just h

ely waiting for my response but

idding r

d speaking after my

e you there? Ca

oat. "Sure. I'm Sofia Dante; the professional the

o I called the number on your profile" He spoke politely and calml

y? I'll send a vehicle over to pick you up from the address on

o him. "Sure... Y-yeah. You'

e'll send a

alked abo

the way he speaks and yet, I found i

ticed there's no price per session tag on you

bullsh¡t orchestrated by psychotic heads

ssion? This was a joke

you t

ly yet annoyed that my ho

aying you 20 thousand dollars for a session wi

thousand times in one second and my jaw remained dropped

ely an imaginati

double it. Forty thousand dollars per sess

gh I was still recovering from shock

all and that was when I mana

and shook my head, still not be

nd dollars p

liev

ng what the tech girl h

's r

a therapist; not

elf-employed freelancers to connect with clients either ph

be self-employed in a particular tech job but failed to get any client

I created a fake profile with another ac

n my profile was psychotherapy and I

before creating

fake profile of mine and belie

ed that profile is real was

nk to a licensing board to prove

ents to who I had off

hin

as clearly sc

and for a moment, decided to t

his was a

eligion when I was a child but I st

ed to give me a try o

ose my service out of several certified therapists on the app who

gain but I spent the previous night listening to a motivational speaker o

azy risk but

cking

ble and prepared myself to play

ral therapy videos on YouTube and

ernet to grab anything that

e and YouTube... The other sites only contribu

in my best outfit, hung a pair of glasses

of the risk I was about to pull out

ow but this could also be gree

th a therapist with no license and agree

ne else, a profess

a bad choice

e and the chances of committing suic

andle.." I scolded and hit myself continuous

ng adventure by tomorrow and

s needed to grab

e outside and pulled the blinds carefully to s

diately pushed open revealing the driver who step

ook of the luxurious vehicle and w

't gonna embark on

ted my head on the arm of the couch and a

y and it was confirmed when I picked up

igned driver just ar

d for me already and

appointment around this time so I'm deeply

esn't make an attempt to fix another s

ing then. When you're don

hock and my eyes bl

an obsessed with an u

e was beco

him, "I'm sorry Mr, I won't be able to attend to your boss anymore. Hire someone

d apologize before asking him to leave, kindly

turn away from the phone and sp

had the accent in his

k like an American so no one

e just conveyed loud and clear

t. We don't have time to arrange another therapist for

city passed through my system l

tically and enough beads of

fvck is this p

e driver and turned to run into my room but b

' I ask myself and quick

e sounded in the strangest way possible. "Sofia

make for the entrance door but immediately it pus

e asked and it dawned on me how much

e me and the only thing I

rm hand over my mouth and something s

y screams became whispers, my bones weakened to the cor

rfvcker d

ring still worked fine to hear the masculine v

sed with a fake therapist who can cause them to commi

his psychotic bos

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“My breathing rate slowly increased on seeing his outstretched hand, and out of my gritted teeth, I asked, "Did you poison this food?" There was no slight change in his face as he answered me coldly, "I would rather choke you to the bed with my bare hands, Senorita. That way, you'll curse out my name" My eyes dimmed for a moment. Was this devil in an armani suit still talking about murder? "Now, open your mouth!" He commanded and my stomach rumbled in protest. My lips vibrated and I tried to hold the hot tears forming inside of my eyes. I couldn't stay longer with this hunger. As long as I'm not submitting to be his slave then I could come to a compromise. .. .. Her name is Sofia Di Marco; surviving heir of a powerful mob family. After a decade of hiding from the Italian government She finally steps out to start a new life but she bumps that new life into a mystery billionaire man who turns out to be the King of the New York Underground. That was his identity, but to her, he was Mr. Pompous; the raging green-eyed Devil in an Armani suit.....”