SOLD TO THE MAFIA KING.

ound, his deep ocean blue eyes locking with mine. "W

I repeated, my fear evaporating as I spoke. At thi

," he whispered, his gaze returning to me. "I'll

d. I gasped, struggling to kick him away with my legs, but he managed to hold

now," he declared, his voice filled with pos

d lead to even worse consequences. But I knew I had to try. I thought, 'Okay...' as an idea popped into my head. I looked into his eyes, preparing to spe

s mercy, his legs pinning me down, and a firm grip on my hands. His free hand began moving in a circular motion around my stomach, gradually making its way to my breast. I wanted to scream, but his

aze remained locked with mine as I struggled to regain my composure. Releasing my hands, he allowed me to

ned, his voice filled with menace. "If

owards the source. A guy who looked like he was in his early thirties stood there, wearing a faint smile. Alessandro ha

pped, clearly irritate

s smile wavering. Alessandro made

," Alessandro ordered, and the

barely a whisper. "Please..." I started, attempting

As it slammed shut, I curled up on the bed, giving in to my tears. This wasn't what I signed up for. Why did my father have to sell