Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire

ed to swallow the sob that had stuck in my throat. As usual, his remarks pierced me deeply. His words filled the little, darkened room, brimmin

rabbing a fistful of my hair and jerking my head up. The pain stung, but it wasn't new. Nothing he did was new anymore. He'd pun

d his fingers tightened, pulling me painfully closer. "You're

that I had lost track of her location. She wasn't present. Yes, I was. I staggered forward as his hand shoved my hair out of it. I just managed to catch myself as the bitter taste of bloo

ed. I learned that a long time ago. Begging only made him angrier, so

dangerous growl. "You'll fix

like that, I knew something worse was coming. He w

n though his eyes were wild now, there was a gleam in them that made me

them all. "Don't give me that look." His voice trembled with anger, but suddenly it had a

s being choked by the heavy fog o

was a disgusting experience. A smile th

irl around me, with the walls enclosing me. Every time I attempted t

o debt. How about you? You are my escape route. Dysis, you're going to p

worse if I attempted to flee. My father was going to control my destiny, just as he had always used fear to control me. I felt sick to my stomach at

it." "I re

ou have no say in it, sweetheart. You don't have any control here. You we

fell over me like a heavy blanket, making it impossible for me to endure. My only response was a shaky breath, but I

ou from my grasp. He added with a cunning smile, "And don't worry, I'm sure he'll take very good care of you." I shuddered at the words, but it did

otests were out of the question. No time to plead. I headed to the do

. Only my father's voice had ever been important. However, this voice... It wasn't his. The temperature dropped. darker. My breath stuck in my throat as I turned around. A man I had never seen before stood towering and powerful in the d

an authoritative tone that chilled my blood, he said, "Are you Dysis Salmon?" I was unable to respond.

daughter now. I