Concealed

A party that was meant to be private is how she ended up with another mafia.

Kidnapped.

She then wakes up and finds herself tied to a chair with chains and a man in front of her.

And it was the same man from the night before.

Betraying her family? Siding with this man? Joining this man and his ways?

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"Who do you work for?" The man asks.
"Nobody." I answer. I'm not trying to hide my lies. He'll figure out later anyways. He scoffs at my response.
"Then how did you end up at a party that was supposed private?" He growls.
"I just went inside. I didn't know it was meant to be private."

"I don't like that answer." He says. "Tighten her."
Fuck.

"I saw you at that party. I was suspicious of you the moment you sat down with those girls. I knew you had your eye on me." A smirk forms on his lips.

"So, let me ask again." He speaks. "Who do you work for, and why the fuck were you at the party?" He pulled his gun from his waist, turning off the safety as he points it at me.

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"There's our little deal, princess. And for you, I promise you protection. From absolutely anyone and anything. Or, I could just kill you right now." He quickly pulls his gun up to my head. I look up at him. "What's it gonna be?" He asks.

He's got me.