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Trapped in the Crime Lord's Obsession

Chapter 7 My Father's Debt

Word Count: 1180 | Released on: 04/12/2024

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oftly, her eyes filled with something I couldn't quite pl

ou barely know me, and yet

ing at something, or someone, far away. "You rem

what to say. There was a rawness to her tone that chipped

I said softly, unsure

h a man and abandoned me for him. They eventually got marr

I felt a pang of guilt for my earlier d

blinking rapidly to fight back tea

abandonment," I murmured, "I'd like to go home. The last I saw of my father..

me, her expres

'd help me."

antly. "Alright then, we'

tton beside her, and a screen lit

he asked, his t

he said, turning to hand me a

y do I have this nagging feeling that you already

't quite reach her eyes. "I don't,"

***

nutes, we arrived

cing around. She followed behind me, and I

asked, my voice l

y. "It's safer this way, in ca

emies?" The word hung in the

ly, his expression tense. "Don wouldn't like t

r lips, silencing him wit

soon as it creaked open, a foul st

filled the air. My stomach ch

nnie said, her voice laced with comp

anded on the decomposing body of Chelie

washing over me. I hated my father, but even so, I co

my back. "I'm sorry about your

was also urgency in her tone. "We need to le

asting one last glance at Chelie bef

me, "there's a CCTV camera in the house. We can ch

her expression sharpening with cu

"It's hidden behind the bookshelf. The footage

. "Get the camera. Bring the entire setu

ded toward the bookshe

m but firm. She glanced at me, her eyes holding a prom

hatever that footage held, it might fina

TV camera, and w

ice uneasy, the thought of seeing Da

to the club. Damon is meeting with his capos there. But

loud. The idea of being anywhere ne

his beast, trapped in his world. He scared me more than I cared to ad

een sent. Luckily for you, it's still i

hance to see if my father was alive and uncover

my voice trembling with

deo began to load. I leaned closer, my

dragging my father into the living room, the

thing quickening as their mu

neered, lighting a cigarette. "And you've refused to pay. You c

g. "I'm sorry, but I don't have any money he

looking bored. "Kill him," he comm

art f

s clasped together. "How about...how about I give my two daughters to

ords echoed through the vehicle. My c

rembling, "He.... he s

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“He snapped his fingers, drawing my attention as he pulled out a thick document from his bag. With a calculated flick of his wrist, he opened it, revealing page after page of official-looking text. "This," he said, voice dripping with finality, "is the marriage contract. And you're going to sign it." He tossed it in my direction, a pen rolling alongside it. "This is the price of your freedom, your life and your mother's. I want you, Completely. And once you sign, you're mine and mine alone." I stared down at the contract, a wave of defiance bubbling up in me. I turned back to him, meeting his gaze head-on. "I never asked for your help," I said, "I would've found a way to save my mother on my own. You may think you own me, but I'd rather die than marry you." I turned away, my eyes drifting to the window, wishing for any way out. A slow smile crept across his face, a smug, knowing look that sent a chill down my spine. He knew exactly what I was thinking, as if my resistance only entertained him. "Look at me," he commanded. I reluctantly turned back, locking eyes with him. His face had shifted, his expression darkened, and for the first time, true fury was etched in his eyes. "I'll count to ten," he said, his voice like steel. "If that contract isn't signed by the time I reach ten, I'll make the same call I made to pay those bills. Only this time, the instructions will be different. Your mother... your sister...they'll both be gone." He took a breath, settling back as if the threat were a mere matter of routine. "So... ONE!!" I swallowed hard, my heartbeat pounding in my ears. Could he be bluffing? No, I'd seen him kill before, seen how casually he turned life and death into sports. He wouldn't hesitate. "FOUR," he counted, voice cold, unwavering. My hands started to shake. What could I do? If I signed, I'd be bound to him forever, trapped as his wife. But if I didn't... my mother and sister's lives hung in the balance. "SEVEN." I closed my eyes, fighting the panic rising in my chest. He wouldn't do it, I told myself. He couldn't be that monstrous. But even as I thought it, the doubt crept in. I wasn't sure. Then, he hit "TEN" himself.”