A Mafia story: My father's debt

of the room with fluffy like that? I picked up my shirt and pu

s at the back. The gates closed immediately and a man stepped out of the Rolls-Royce in a fine black suit with several me

s maMamaeally safe?? I was so confused as I walked Into my room and sat q

much as this though until they took it all from him inclu

the table. Gloria is a nice chef who ha

is is your m

," I said sincerely

plied and patted me on the

******* *****

tly opened it, walking out the door and shutting it back silently. I walked down the stairs and straight i

ty room. Why did he ask me not to come in here then? I sank into the ground

out loud and walked throu

went through a few of them, they were mostly Mafia and horro

ranged on the wall. There were not only guns but also swords, daggers, and

k dark voice said "And

ed my hand. I am already shiver

e voice said again, so

standing in front of me, hands in his jogger pocket, his tight shirt showing his beautifully crafted bice

the living room before calling Andrew loudly. Andrew, Fluf

ered, bowing his head a

did she get into the secret

hing but kept h

do I have to cut off your ears one after

ed me so much t

I ran to sta

ound here when Alfred ?" He said clenchi

n a heavy punch landed on Fluffy's face. Blood spilled out of h

er happen again," Andrew said, s

ack of his hand before stepping back. I

asked again, alread

daughter, " A

oing on here? I dry my tears with the

e man replied, h

for going against th

myself " he replied and that

... " Andrew tried convi

dered calmly and

ged me back into the empty room, the secret room, and drag

earlier today. This room is nothing like the rest of the ho

eep voice came

and knelt and then h

ave them bring me here? " I fin

n his bed. "Isabella or Zola, which do you prefe

ed in America but my father moved me and my mom to South Africa an

s sexy chest. I relaxed on my legs still kneeling a

hirt ?" He asked, his blue e