No Escape From The Mafia King

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e didn't leave my mind. I couldn't help wondering what his relationship with my father was. My father had always

. I couldn't help frowning while staring at the screen. I didn't answer it, thinking that he would only scold me

rant in King Street for lunch l

en through my mind. He immediately warned, "If you com

home and changed my clothes. I only put on lipstick an

not cheap. My father was always stingy. He had never brought us to a fancy restaurant before. Besides, he said t

at my father was not alone. A man sat

up and smiled amiably. "Demi,

a flattering smile? I wa

y turned around. My eyes opened wide in shock as I recognized him at a

when he fixed his

e, took my arm, and let

presence in his eyes. But much to my di

ve a look, I found that my father had pinched me. He leaned over

e man. I kept my head down and watched as the dark r

was still staring at me. I felt uncomfortable, and my heart skipped a beat.

go back to my seat. But much to my s

cked that I couldn

king me sit on his lap. At this moment, his handsome face was on

d said in a dissatisfied tone, "I d

th sprayed on my face, ma

never been this

and moved to my waist and held it tightly. He didn't intend to let

sened his grip on me. I hurriedly

man's rude behavior at all. Instead, he watched us with a

he law firm, so I'll go first. Enjoy your lunch. My fath

op him, but I was too la

have to go back to work now. Please enjoy yours

ed at me, lowered his head, and took

asting red wine. He was more like eat

about it anymore. I seize

me, one on the left and the other on the right. They wore sunglas

"What the hell are yo

eave without our boss's perm

o

rely walking towards me. Undoubtedly, he

, anger overwhelmed the fear in my hear

his hand. Then the two men let go of me

resence made me feel like a pair of invisible big han

hen he snickered wickedly. "Your father sold you to me for three m

more times, but my

y father is a jerk! And you

n he can take you home. All you need to do during this period is to be obedient. But

n hearing this. Because he di

I lowered my head and followed

ck myself against the door, tr

ked, "Do you ha

ondering why he asked. But sti

happily. "You

end now? Who? Was he

controllably. I unconsciously bit my lower l

ld he be my boyfriend? No

ched my chin, and turned my face to him. "Stop biti

ip with his finger. Such an intimat

him away. But he pressed

d that I cried out loud, begging for mer

changed. He sneered, "Let you g

ess. I slumped in my seat,

ng, he moved away and sat at the side. H

't like crying women. Maybe I pissed him of