Sold 2 The Mafia Boss
avy curtains blocking out most of the sunlight. I blinked against the half-light, my heart sinki
ocked in a filthy cage. Every inch of me hurt, a constant reminder of the life I had endured bef
where would I go? The market had stripped me of everything-my strength, my hope, my will to fight. And n
eaked open,
yes carried heaviness, as though she had seen too much. She moved with
her voice a soothing contrast t
, my throat too
kfast," she continued, h
these people, but hunger gnawed at my insides, relentless and unforgiving. Slowly, I reached for
on unreadable. "I know you're scared," she
w in my ears, as though i
d to croak out, my voic
her gaze steady. "I work here.
I wanted the answer. The thought of doing anything, be
fabric of her apron. "You will have to as
heavy with his presence. He was dressed sharply, his dark suit tailored to perfection
said, his voice low
ighter, my pu
anded, his tone leavin
d for a moment, his gaze sweeping over me like he was siz
ck, and I released the breath I
attention. "You should do as he says,"
as simple, the fabric soft and flowing. I stood slowly, my l
silence pressing down on me. When I finally turned to face the mirror, I barely recognized the girl staring back
faintly. "Yo
cognized anymore. It seemed distant, foreig
r me, and for a fleeting moment, I thought I saw so
curtly. "We don'
p. The mansion was a labyrinth of hallways and doors, each
pose, his every step deliberate and confident. There was something undeniably intimidating abo
the stairs, he finally spoke.
erent answer. Fear wrapped around my
, his voice devoid of emotion. "That means
low ache in its wake. It was final, definitive, and somethi
rusting myself to spea
rrowing. "I don't tolerate disobedience, Daisy. If you want
ered, my voice
a moment longer be
n us like a chasm. I couldn't help but wonder what he wanted fro
gers with cold eyes and predatory smiles. Lorenzo's presence seemed to command their attention,
he instructed, his tone le
keep my fear in check. Whatever this was, wh
st...