KIDNAPPED BY THE SILVER MAFIA DON

inks and I immediate

sputter out. I'm realizing now that this voice might b

new his name...

knew how rash

omehow in the clutc

ur father should be behind bars then

s into a knot an

y. Please sir,

ion, so I bow my head and beg. Locks i

I hear the crisp s

ight o

will hold on to you. Like

head and

ed this man to look like;

look down on me. His dark hair, sligh

frame. A glass of brandy is in his han

his smile is threatening - not o

a new shiny to

what have

sk, feeling a cold

ses his left hand to touch m

turns every single penny he owes me. I will give him t

my hair and

ispers. There are no emotion

empti

e is up?" I ask, feel

u'll be

commenting on the weather, even going

rmation sink in, he takes a document that was sittin

en clearly. Your father will pay back what he owes in three mon

ts off my breathing. I sharply

ring in my eyes. "I can't d

and I went from celebrating a dream house in Milan to crying

a collateral or whatever but I will no

, keeps his glass down on the

off his suit jacket making

in the basement as a normal

question that no word

kidnapper begins to unbuckle hi

im firmly, hoping he would grant me

girl. Most times," he leans in so close I feel his breath mingli

Millers. Read the agreement. You are just for publicity. Nothing more. Once your father pay

and belt in his hands b

beg again in the most pl

g back, he says. "And be careful girl, so you don't get yoursel

this dark, cold room, crying and won

y lap, hot to touch an

t by the bedside

long, spanning fo

. No intimacy, no wandering about the house, must fo

hat make me wan

mind when I get to

e reparation of the sum owed by said participant- participant B will be undoubtedly be taken care of. As this

ess and nameless leader o

gerous that even the top gangs in

the page as I str

hard and square. I

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amous Black Si

then. I h