SOLD TO THE MAFIA KING.

menacing red eyes glaring at me. I instincti

ack on either side of him. He walked past me, heading tow

ni Huracán could go. I was so lost in the moment that Paolo had to tap me to reg

" I st

p, I had struggled with claustrophobia, but I had managed to overcome it as I entered adulthood. This, however, was a whole new test of my strength. The trunk was shut close, trappin

ies of my mother and sister, Flavia, flooded my thoughts. Flavia had no idea that it would be the last time she would see me. Why had my father sold me to the Genovese, of al

ER THA

ome help me here.) Flavia's voice called out, and I rushed

e help," I offered, taking the bucket from her and settling down next to her. She fa

Mom and Dad have had a son? This would have been eas

I love you just the way y

all

exactly what I mean," I teased, lovin

ell for her, filling it to the brim with water. "Lift it and le

arms and turning her head away, lips

er face lit up with a smile, and she skipped ahead, pouring out

inside while I went to empty th

a, Flavia's food is ready. Leave whatever you're doing and come inside.) My mother yelled from in

ri

plied, walki

another word, leaving me confused. I glanced back at the house before hurrying after him. We followed a nar

ewhe

rusted him not to lead me astray. At least, that'

d, my father stopped, seem

ere?" I questioned,

o many questions," he repli

He turned to face me, his eyes filled with anxiety. "What's wrong?" I asked, my worr

of tires approaching us. Not just one car, but two... no, three.

I found myself gaping at him before a black sack was forcefully placed over

tupid, and Fra

lly, as I was thrown into a car. The journey began, and with the sack still covering my face, I had no idea wh