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sion was palpable. I felt a knot in my stomach, a sense of foreboding that something was wrong. I tried to push the feeling as

aced with worst-case scenarios. What if we lost ou

d I was powerless to stop it. I thought about my friends, my school, my life as I knew it - wo

, to do something, but my legs felt like lead. I forced myself to take a step forward, then another, my heart heavy with dread. I made my way downstair

ng slightly. The words blurred togeth

form in my throat. What did he mean? How could we be okay when everything felt so

d and tired. He sighed heavily, as if t

aused, struggling

The business is struggling, and we're in deb

ng would be okay, but...I don't

we talking about?" I asked, my mind racing with worst-case

people who aren't very patient." He leaned forward, his eyes locked on mi

so impatient?" I asked. My father's expression

'll stop at nothing to get what they want." He paused, his

rry you, but...we're

w did you get mixed up with them?"I asked, my mind racing with wo

to keep the business afloat, but...it was a mistake

hem back?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. My fat

se. But I need your trust and support right now." He paused, his

wanted to believe that everything would be okay, that we would get through this t

ia," he said again, And in t

to today. I left my house and headed downstairs to the kitchen to

ted them not noticing the

m asked,her voice strained and it ma

s m

rang. My dad hesitat

nd my heart sank as I saw three men standing on our porch. Their black sui

ntered our home, their presence filling the room with an unspeakable d

t do they want?' My father's eyes

associates," he said

." Leonardo's gaze locked onto mi

felt a chill run down my spine as they moved c

hey are the Rossi brothers- t

ut my feet felt heavy,

o escape the suffocating tension. But Leonard

, didn't even blink. He just stood there, a silent accomplice to my fate. I k

free, but Leonardo's

ncent and Matteo moved closer, forming a semi-circle around

aline, I twisted my arm, trying to break free. Leonardo's eyes narrowed, but he di

l," Matteo said, his v

tightened over my mouth, stifling my scream. Leonardo's grip on my arm dug deeper, as if branding me with his owner

My eyes locked onto my father's, begging him to see the horror of what he'd

ed, his voice barely audible. "Th

s nothing more than a commodity, a piece of property to be used and discarded. I knew

rsh reminder of my new reality. I was a prisoner, a slave to the Rossi brothers' whims. My life was n

to adapt, to survive. I would bide my time, wait for an opportunity to escape, or perhaps find

couldn't breathe, couldn't think. The words echoed in my mind li

daughter, to the ruthless Mafia brothers. Leonardo, Vincent, and Matteo

tried to pull away, but it was too late. I was pulled out of the car and into th