Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire

ng under Alexander's glare. "Of cour

dismissive wave. He turned to me again,

, dragging me forward like I was tethered to him. Not

happen?" His voice was low eno

t smirk on his lips, he remarked, "You don't seem

king fun of me. I remarked, my words sounding sharper than I mean

. His presence became more oppressive as he got closer, and eventually I could feel the

me, but I didn't back

th an unarguable tone, he declared, "She comes with me." "The debt remains. Y

throat when Alexander's cold gaze met h

ther. He gestured toward the door, h

ipped out before

h turn. He tilted his head slightly and gave me an expression I couldn't figure out. "Yo

t move, but I als

, his tone full of warnin

g him off. He stepped toward me again, his movement

y thing keeping me rooted to the spot. It was anger. Fury at my father for what h

said, forcing the words ou

e, though it didn't reach his eyes. "You

bubbling to the surface. "Fo

his tone so matter-of-fact

door. A moment later, two men in dark suits ent

er ordered, his voi

. I stepped back, but they were faster, each grabbin

He didn't give me a glance. He remained silent. "Dad!" Desperation t

didn'

Dysis," he repeated, his tone as firm as a slammed door. The men hauled me out,

ng figure, a shadow that would follow me forever, was the last thin

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rped somewhere in the distance, but their soft rhythm was drowned out by the sound o

tinted windows reflecting the dim porch light like watchful eyes

he sharp cut of his black suit, the precision of his movements, the way his gloved hands ad

wheel, and slammed it shut. The engine revved with a smooth growl, and within seconds, he pulled o

car, scream at him to turn around and see me as more than this object he'd just cla

of a door clicking

ing a dark overcoat, his face unreadable beneath the brim of his hat. Without speaking, he op

lcome item being hauled off to storage. Their grip wasn't as rough as before,

ting. The seats were too soft, the silence too loud. I slid in, and before I could adjust

side me. The locks clicked into place. And just like that, the world I knew was gone bur

recise. No bumps, no jostling. Just forw

skin still tingled where their hands had gripped me. My throat burned from shouting.

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