The Offer.

/Sofia's POV/

The intense silence that hung over the choked living room made me hear my own pulse in my ears.

We stared at each other and for a moment, I felt my tongue become too heavy to speak with.

He still had his finger on the trigger aimed for my father's skull, but he didn't tear his gaze away from me.

Between the both of us, I was the only person who seemed shocked about this chaos.

What was Enzo doing in my home, with a gun pointed to my father's head?!

"Who the fuck is this?!" One of the men gruntled behind me, and it was then that I'd just entered into the lion's den.

I was fucked.

There was only one thing my instincts told me to do.

*Run.*

Without thinking, I pivoted in one move and frantically made for the opened door with every speed that my feeble legs could muster, but it was barely enough for me to escape.

I wasn't quick enough to get to the exit before I was suddenly grabbed from behind and lifted from the ground.

"Let me down!! Let me go!! I didn't do anything to you!! Leave me alone!!", I cried and kicked the air, desperately struggling to be freed, but I was still in the air.

"Let her down.", Enzo's order boomed throughout the apartment, and instead of the man to get me down gently, I was let go off midair, causing me to fall awkwardly crash hard to the ground, surges of pain running from my spine down to my waist and every other part of my body.

"Fuck!", I cried in pain.

"P... Please boss, spare my life. I beg off you! I was stupid to have stolen money from you! Please forgive me! Have mercy on me, please!", My father kept begging that his life be spared, not caring that I was about to be killed by these evil men.

"Rossi..."

My father grunted tiredly because he had no strength left in him, but one of the men beside him gave him the skin tearing slap on his face that made me scream in terror.

"Argh!", My father whimpered in agony.

"Answer when the boss calls you!!", The man yelled.

"Y... Yes boss! Yes boss!!", My father cried in fearful obedience.

"Deep down, you know you're not supposed to see tomorrow's sunrise, right?", Enzo calmly questioned, and my father began wailing miserably.

"I've told you where we stashed the money boss. We had it wired to an untraceable bank in Mexico. I'll give you every detail you need, just spare me. I've begged you with my life-"

"It's worthless to me, Rossi. Nobody steals from me and goes scot free. You're supposed to know that."

"Boss, please!!", My father begged.

What could my father have stolen from Enzo?

What business could my father have had with a mafia lord like him in the first place?!

He slowly approached me, and he squatted with the gun in his hand.

I wanted to run.

I wanted to disappear.

But with my back against the wall, my fate was in his hands.

"Rossi?"

"Yes boss!! I'm listening boss!!", My father replied immediately.

"There's only one way you'll get to live."

"Anything boss!! Anything you want me to do!! I would do anything to want me to do or give anything you want me to give just to live, boss! Please spare me!!"

"Good. I want you to give me your daughter."

"S... Sir?"

I stared at Enzo, dumbfounded and utterly confused.

"You heard me right. It's going to go two ways - it's either I leave this house with your daughter and you get to live, or I get to live with your corpse. Choose one."

This had to be a joke, right?

What was he going to do with me??

Why was I going to pay for a crime I did not commit?!

Why-

"Do as your please, my boss!! Take her away!! Take her anywhere you want, and do with her whatever you deem fit! You can have her to yourself, boss! In fact, from now henceforth, she's yours!!"

I looked over Enzo's shoulder to be sure my father wasn't joking, and the desperation on his face showed me that he meant every word.

I couldn't believe this!

I knew he hated me, but how could sell his only daughter off so easily, just so he could live?!!

"You made a good decision." Enzo got and gestured to his boys. "She's coming with us", he said and walked out.

"No I'm not!! Don't touch me!! Don't-" I lifted up from the ground again and flung on the shoulders of one of the men as they marched out of the house.

"Let go of me!! Let me go now!! Father!! Someone help me!! Somebody help!!! Please!!", I cried and kicked frantically, but I was bundled in the car and a clothe were forced over my nose.

"Let go of me!! Let go...", I struggled with everything in me to breathe, until I became weak and slipped out of consciousness.

****

The grumbling sound of my belly forced my eyes open.

For a second, I laid on the bed, taking my time to recover my strength and consciousness.

Where the hell was I?

I looked around, and I recognized the room. It was the same room where you was fucked by Enzo Ferrari.

Memories of all that happened in the last twenty-four hours flooded my head so quickly, I had a bad headache.

The thought of my father selling me off to a mafia lord for money that he stole...

Thankfully, the wash of memories was interrupted by a little knock on the door.

I didn't say anything, but the door got opened anyways, and some middle aged women came in maid uniforms.

"Good morning, ma'am. How are you doing?", One of them asked.

"Who are you?", I questioned.

"We're your maids for today. We're here to run your bath", the other explained.

To say I was amused was an understatement.

I was overwhelmed by the feeling of sheer bewilderment.

Maids? To run my bath? For a prostitute like me?

Wasn't I kidnapped and meant to be killed or something?

I was too perplexed to speak, and they did their thing anyway.

They guided me to the bathroom and scrubbed my body until it was shining clean.

We were finally out and they were dressing me up when my tummy maid that shameless sound again of hunger again.

They smiled knowingly.

"Your food is ready downstairs. Mr. Enzo asks that you join him for breakfast."

His face was the last thing I wanted to see right now, but it wasn't like I had much of a choice.

I was led downstairs to the dining room where the devil himself was waiting for me.

"You're finally awake", he said when he noticed my presence. "Here, have a seat, let's eat", he dragged out a chair for me to make sure I was settled before he sat across.

"I didn't know what you like, so had them make a little of everything. There's bacon, fried eggs, orange juice-"

"Why?", I suddenly blurted when I finally found my tongue.

He stopped and stared at me, asking me with his eyes to be more specific.

"Why are you doing all this? Why are you treating me like some damsel when you kidnapped me? Why am I paying for a crime that I did not commit? What could my father have possibly stolen from you that you had to take me as payment?", I shot questions at him without waiting for a response to the second one, but he was unfazed, waiting till I reached out of breath till he said something.

"Your father... He was a stupid man."

I hated the man that birthed me, but the way Enzo made statements like that with a straight face made me hate him more.

"Your father has been my driver for a while now. Although he had drinking problems, I still made him work to get some money. Little did I know that my kind gesture would be used against me later on.

A group of men working under me conspired and stole fifteen million dollars from the mafia, and he was one of them."

I gawked at him in utter confusion.

My father had been working for a mafia ring all this while?!

"He was supposed to be dead like the others, but you're the reason he still breathes", Enzo stated.

"And what do you want from me? I'm just a prostitute with no value. What can I possibly offer as payment for his crime?"

"What you know how to do best. Fuck."

"I want you to be my sex doll.”