Love Slave to the Mafia Boss's Passion

ace to live anymore, so I had to move in with my only surviving relative: my grandmother. With just one small luggag

address that was supposed to be where my grandmother lived, the reality wasn't too far from my expectation. My gran

ndmother. It was clear that the sign had faded from white and red to its current state of pi

enough for two small girls like us. I went to a local public high school to continue my education and was granted a scholarship to furthe

ends because I had to work at the store. I focused on my study so that I would get a scholarship

I didn't have any valid reason to complain either. At the end of my highschool life, I got a full scholarship to study arts and design at a nearby university. That me

at I met my first and only boyfriend. Life was

hat something was wrong. The whole neighborhood was quiet, too quiet. It was like no one was living or

al life before, only in the movies. It was obvious that in this small and poor town where few people owned cars, no one owned a flashy black l

t and running as fast as I could towards the store. The sight of smashed windows, broken signs and

d here while

ered my head was...grandm

houted at the t

st like the outside. Everything that could practically be destroyed was destroyed and

ran to her side, bending dow

called my nickname softly

m shock and fear broke my heart into a million pie

finall

were not the only ones in the room. Slowly, I looked up in the direction of the voice. There, not so fa

black suit, pants and shiny leather shoes seemed pristine and perfect even after all the havoc that they h

..was the

..I'm sure all of this has to be some sort of misunderstandin

ne Maxford?" one of the men d

What did the mafia have to do with my parents? It'

ve finally found you," the man

mean?" I aske

an said as he held out a few

while noticing that my hands were sha

ntent of the paper, the man began speaking

with our boss when they took out a five-hundred-

I exclaime

ed million

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