Sold to the mafia

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"You have to come rather you like it or not." "I'm not going to some dinner so you and some other men can take abt guns and shit."I said blankly getting up from my seat.

"Language young lady, and get dressed now!" My father had slightly raised his voice, which made me curious what was so important.

I had finally finished getting dressed wearing a red suit that fit every curve of my body, Added with black heels and a decent amount of makeup.

"Okay I'm ready." I shouted down the stairs to my father. "Great come down the car is waiting outside." As I walked downstairs he held out his hand. "What?" I asked confused. "No weapons needed." I rolled my eyes and gave him the knife my mother had given me when she had left to Israel.

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AT THE DINNER

I looked around to see a huge mansion in front of me. It surprised me, me and my father lived in a rather big house but not this big. The car came to a stop and a man opened the door and helped me out the car.

"I can walk myself I don't need a babysitter." I glared at the man and he sat there with a straight face. My father came around the car and wrapped his arm in mine and we walked towards the house and walked in.

I looked around the house to see and big chandelier above the table and a unnecessary amount of stairs going up and down. The area me and my father had walked to was spacious. I liked it. We walked over to the table and sat down. I unbutton my suit coat and sat it on the back of the chair then sat down.

There were men left and right all over the place I was a bit uncomfortable but it didn't bother me much. We all sat in silence until a man sat down on the opposite side of the table from me. His face was gorgeous, he had a sleeve tattoo and some on his neck,slick 90's hair and light hazel eyes.everyone sat up more formally. Thank god I was working on my posture. As I was admiring his features, I took a sip of the red wine in front of me and smacked my lips at the taste of it.

It was still quiet until my father had spoken up. "tu veux combien pour elle ?(how much do you want for her?") My father knew I didn't know French I only knew the basics.(I do not know French I am just using google translate😭) The man looked at me up and down. "90 million." He announced with a stern face. My father pulled out a suitcase and handed it to him. My father doesn't have that much money, where did he get it? I questioned myself as the men grabbed it and counted the money. We sat in silence we've been doing it a lot but I didn't mind. I took another sip of my wine then the men had comeback with the money and whispered in the head mans ear. "je vais l'emmener(I'll take her)."

I sat there confused. My father stood up and shook the guards hand and looked at me. "Stay here for a sec I'll be back." "Okay.." he walked back in with a small bag and walked towards the guard, he shook his hand one last time and walked out. I then again sat confused. "Grab her and bring her to her room." "Wait what?!" I almost yelled. "I'm not going anywhere with you." I tried to pull my arm out of the mans grip but I couldn't. I was dragged all the way up the large staircase and thrown in a large room.