A MAFIA STORY: MY FATHER'S DEBT

The Mafia's home

He finally agreed that I could call him fluffy

" Why fluffy? " he asked.

" Your hair, it's soft " I stretched to touch it.

He only smiled a little and went back to keeping a straight face quickly, he didn't want to be unprofessional with me.

" Where are we going? " I asked for something to wear aside from my sweaty clothes.

" America," he replied, looking around. I guess he wasn't supposed to tell me that. I am excited to see America again.

" Do you know why I was abducted?"

" I really…" I tried to reply before someone walked in and called him out.

I have been wrapped in a towel for the past 18 hours if I'm correct. I'm So worried about my mother and Abena.

" Get something to wear quickly"  the man in the gray suit pants yesterday walked In and said to me.

" I was abducted…I have nothing to wear" I replied sarcastically.

" What is your name? " he asked, searching through a drawer.

" Zola, " I replied, getting off the bed.

" Zola wears this …. The plane is landing in 30 mins " he said,  throwing a shirt and shorts to me.

" What do I call you sir ?" I asked. I really need to know their names. 

" Andrew, " he replied before walking out of the room.

I wore the shorts but decided to wear my oversized hoodie instead of the shirt he gave me and put on my shoes.

The plane landed and Fluffy led me out of the plane into a Golden Rolls Royce that took us out of the airport.

" Zola " Andrew tapped me. 

I must have fallen asleep, I wiped my drool with the sleeves of my hoodie before coming down the car.

I had to rub my eyes continuously, this house is big. I have never seen a house this big and beautiful in my entire life, lord…. I followed Andrew and Fluffy into the house and the more I saw, the more I marveled.

I have only seen houses like this on social media. I sat on a sofa In the enormous living room waiting for Andrew and Fluffy to stop whispering to each other.

" Take her to her room, " Andrew said walking out of the living room into the kitchen.

" Yes," Fluffy replied and signaled for me to follow him.

I followed him up the stairs and he opened the door to one of the rooms for me. These men planned a room for me, do they know me? What connection do they have with me?

" Thank you fluffy," I Said walking Into the room and sitting in the bed.

This bed is really comfortable, more comfortable than the one on the plane. I can barely remember the last time I slept on a comfortable bed, I think I might get used to being abducted.

" Fluffy I have no clothes”, I said to him sincerely. I could remain here forever if I get clothes and good food but I won't. I have a sick mother in South Africa.

" I will talk to my boss about it, " he replied.

" Who is your boss? Andrew? " I asked. 

" He told you his name ?" He asked, looking surprised. Why is nathe me such a big deal with this man?

" Yes he did, " I answered.

" Andrew will most likely ask someone to go buy you clothes … he won't let you out" he replied.

" Ok thank you " I replied and he walked out, closing the door. 

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I picked up my clothes and underwear and walked out of my room in search of the laundry room. I asked a man I met outside who was most likely asked to watch me and he pointed at a room without saying any words. 

I walked into the room and dropped my clothes into the machine. I know how to handle laundering machines like this. I worked at a laundry shop in South Africa, I turned on the machine and decided to add the clothes I was wearing also and wait for them to spin dry before going back to my room 

I heard the door open and I squeaked trying not to turn back, protecting my bare ass. 

" Zola, why are you naked? " Andrew asked, his voice deeper than before. 

I knew he was Andrew, He is the only one who has asked for my name here.

"I'm washing my clothes " I replied, still not turning to face him.

" I will get you new clothes tomorrow" he replied moving closer to me "You going to be here for a long while “, he said already very close to me.

I can feel his hard cock on my ass. Did this man just get hard by looking at my ass?

" How old are you ?" He asked, pinching my nipples.

" Twenty " I moaned out accidentally.

"Zola'' he whispered into my ear, his hot breath brushing through my neck before he planted a kiss on it. I could literally feel my clit swell as he continued rubbing my nipples in between his fingers. Then he stopped.

"Why did you stop “?  asked pleadingly.

" Hello", he said, placing his phone on his ear and walking out.