SOLD TO THE MAFIA KING.

Author: Blaliy

Chapter 1 SOLD 1

Word Count: 483 | Released on: 23/09/2023

stra. (The lady standing before you is sold, she

m. After my father's lengthy rambling, he rose from his seat. Alessandro Genovese, a powerful figure, approached us with deliberate steps. Through his shirt and loosened tie, I could sense a reluctance to confo

roximity, he suddenly grabbed my arm, pulling

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and sweating profusely, his nod confirmin

startled as his voi

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l man entered the room, positioni

nother one

stared at my father, who avoid

ain, his voice now lo

to flinch from the pain. "Let me go!" I couldn't help but ye

e asserted, dragging me al

, do something!" I yelled, continuing to str

esco. Your daugh

d nervously and struggled to catch his

causing my father to jolt and fal

sorry, Aria, but this is your new home. Get used to it), my fathe

o's face, as he turned his gaze back to

g at my father with pleading eyes

e emphasized, before signa

rritated as he lifted me off the ground and

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“As we reached the main road, my father stopped, seemingly waiting for someone. "Papa, why are we here?" I questioned, my voice trembling. "Be quiet, Aria. You ask too many questions," he replied, refusing to meet my gaze. "Papa?" I called out, concerned as I noticed his trembling hands and perspiring brow. He turned to face me, his eyes filled with anxiety. "What's wrong?" I asked, my worry intensifying. He seemed worn out and stressed, as if he might collapse at any moment. "Aria," he began, but his sentence was cut short by the squealing of tires approaching us. Not just one car, but two... no, three. Before I could comprehend what was happening, we were surrounded. The door of the Lamborghini Huracán swung open, and a tall man stepped out. I found myself gaping at him before a black sack was forcefully placed over my head. I struggled, kicking and fighting, but then I heard a distinct click. "Do anything stupid, and Francesco dies..." "Francesco? That was my father... my own father..." I tried to calm myself, even though not entirely successfully, as I was thrown into a car. The journey began, and with the sack still covering my face, I had no idea where they were taking me. When the sack was finally removed, I found myself standing before Alessandro Genovese... SOLD TO THE MAFIA KING Copyright 2023. Blaliy Lilian.A. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form without written consent of the author, except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages for review purposes only. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are used fictitiously and are a product of the author's imagination.”