Shooting a mob’s daughter.

/Penelope's POV/

“It is simple, you don't want me to touch any other Man apart from you, I'm helping you do the same.” I raged while all I could see was red, I know I was being irritational, but if he can put his claim on me and tell me not to do anything, I can do the same.

“I think I made a wrong decision teaching you how to shoot, do you know who you almost shot? Her father is also a mob boss and that will automatically mean war?!” He fumed while matching towards me and snatched the empty gun from my hand.

“I don't give a damn about who her father is, you're mine also, just like I'm yours, you won't allow any other lady apart from me to touch you, and you won't touch other ladies apart from me.” I spelt out.

“You are crazy, it seems you need daily reminders that I bought you from an auction party, and that's all you are to me, my servant, only that nothing more.” He reminded me, that the cold hard truth hurt but I knew that was his intention so I took no offence in his words.

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