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Chapter 2 THE GENOVESE MANSION 2

Word Count: 927 | Released on: 23/09/2023

menacing red eyes glaring at me. I instincti

ack on either side of him. He walked past me, heading tow

ni Huracán could go. I was so lost in the moment that Paolo had to tap me to reg

" I st

p, I had struggled with claustrophobia, but I had managed to overcome it as I entered adulthood. This, however, was a whole new test of my strength. The trunk was shut close, trappin

ies of my mother and sister, Flavia, flooded my thoughts. Flavia had no idea that it would be the last time she would see me. Why had my father sold me to the Genovese, of al

ER THA

ome help me here.) Flavia's voice called out, and I rushed

e help," I offered, taking the bucket from her and settling down next to her. She fa

Mom and Dad have had a son? This would have been eas

I love you just the way y

all

exactly what I mean," I teased, lovin

ell for her, filling it to the brim with water. "Lift it and le

arms and turning her head away, lips

er face lit up with a smile, and she skipped ahead, pouring out

inside while I went to empty th

a, Flavia's food is ready. Leave whatever you're doing and come inside.) My mother yelled from in

plied, walki

another word, leaving me confused. I glanced back at the house before hurrying after him. We followed a nar

ewhe

rusted him not to lead me astray. At least, that'

d, my father stopped, seem

ere?" I questioned,

o many questions," he repli

He turned to face me, his eyes filled with anxiety. "What's wrong?" I asked, my worr

of tires approaching us. Not just one car, but two... no, three.

I found myself gaping at him before a black sack was forcefully placed over

tupid, and Fra

ly, as I was thrown into a car. The journey began, and with the sack still covering my face, I had no idea wher

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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.”