XMissTroubleX
To say that I was in trouble was a complete understatement.
Why you ask? Well, my ever so loving parents decided that it'd just be ok to trade me off to the mafia.
A deadline debt wasn't met, and wouldn't you know it, the Mafia decided to take their only daughter away from them.
Let's see how this whole ordeal came to be in the first place
*Couple hours ago*
"Violet, please sit down, your mother and I have something to tell you." My father said, at the time he seemed unfazed by the horror he would unleash.
"Ok Papa, what do you need to talk to me about?" My thick English accent strongly provides the information that I live in England.
"Remember when your mother and I went to that trip in Italy?" His voice wavers a bit, "Well something...happened." He says through clenched teeth.
I brush my long platinum blonde hair away from my bluish green eyes. I cross my long legs and place my hands on the leg that overlaps my other.
"Yes?" I say, getting irritated about the suspense. I was never one to wait for the damsel in distress to do something stupid, I just like getting to the point.
"We ran into this man. We were having troubles getting home and he offered us money to get back. It was quiet a sum of money, much more than we needed. He told us to use the money and pay him back later. He gave us his pin and account box to give him back the money...but we missed the deadline by a mile."
Mum said, I don't like where this is going. Not one bit.
"It's been over a month since we didn't pay him back and apparently he was boarding a flight to America to come and collect his debt." Papa finishes.
"So you and mum payed your debt off? How much money was it?" I asked.
They seem to be at a stand still, looking at one another.
"Papa? Mama? What's the debt he is collecting?"
There was a sharp knock on the door. "Open!" A mans voice booms from the other side.
"Flower, they're here for you." Papa said.