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The Mafia's Captured Slave Doesn't deserve to live
Third person's pov ::Six months later:Harold's age: 16Within six months Helen built a committee for a drug free society and saving girls from being trafficked. There weren't many people in her committee yet, but she was still appointing men and women for this committee."Ma'am there's shortage of money." Mr Davidson reasoned out."Sell the shares to those Brazilians, which they were yearning for. But with the double price." Helen said while massaging her temple."But ma'am, those shares are important for our own company and--""Mr Davidson, just do what I say." Helen knew it was a huge loss for her company but she didn't care about it.Mr Davidson nodded and walked away.She has bought a small two story building for this committee to run. She has appointed around eighty armed men and some spies who are already on their work. She has appointed forty women too.So the first trip was on, she has already sent the first group to Italy to save those girls."We want victory!!" Was the wor
The Mafia's Captured Slave Couldn't save her
Third person's pov ::Harold's age: 16"Are you the one behind all of this??" Marcel blazed in anger."Behind what??" Helen smirked in return.There were infront of the seashore, facing each other. The water waves moving up and down, wild and free. They were times when they used to visit this place everyday back then when Harold was a kid. A wave of nostalgia swept over Helen while entering the place. The three of them, a perfect happy family. But now it was shattered, everything was ruined."Don't play dumb, Helen!!" He growled."Yes, it was me." Helen smirked in challenging way. "I abducted those girls from your lair and even the white powders." She clicked her tongue. "Even Diego is dead now." She gave him a pity look."You!!!" Marcel's nostrils flared in intense rage as he took a step forward to harm her."Don't you dare!" Helen glared as she held her palm out."A single step forward and my men, who are standing above the building will shoot you." Marcel looked up at the building
The Mafia's Captured Slave A,symbol of weakness
Harold's age: 17HAROLDThe cold breeze brushed past me, sending a shiver down my spine. I stood there coldly staring ahead of me at my mother's graveyard.Rest. In. Peace.Helen KingstonA mother, daughter and savior. Known for her kindness and humble nature.A woman of words. May her soul rest in peace.Was engraved on her stone and I felt numb.....the extreme agony just made me numb. The one question was still bothering my mind.Why??Why did dad-- Marcel Dèlacourt kill my mother and why was mom's name written as Kingston instead of Delacourt.I wanted answers but I didn't want to ask questions with anyone.Even I was in fault, I couldn't save her. She died in front of my eye sight and I couldn't do anything to save her.Everyone in here thought that it was the fire accident that killed my mom but no one knew the real reason behind my mother's ash turned body.(The song above, do listen to it.)A girl was singing infront of my mother's grave. And I felt like dead man, staring blank
The Mafia's Captured Slave He isn't a bad guy
Present::NAOM I"Then what happened?" I was curious to know more.I even had tears in my eyes, how can someone suffer so much in their life, his own father killed his own mother. How brutal?? And I thought of him so wrong."It was hard for him to cope up with his mother's death, he almost died of a nightmare. For weeks I had to stay with him so that he would not harm himself. Partially he blamed himself for her death, because the murder happened right infront of his eyes..." he sighed."Then what happened to his singing career?" My whole body was turned to Dylan, listening intently to what he would say next.Dylan exhaled and shrugged as his lips twitched downwards."The company was Helen ma'am dream and the committee was her true identity, how could he let go of that? So, he kept his singing dream inside the four walls of his bedroom and let his mother's dream and identity fly up.... you know he promised Helen ma'am, that one day he'll become a great singer but he couldn't keep upt
The Mafia's Captured Slave Am still your boss
HAROLDI placed a flower on my mother's grave and sat there staring at my mother's tomb.I'll never let you down mom..You will always shine like a bright star..I stood up and marched towards my car and inside the passenger seat.This morning I reached Hawaii from Washington and I was a little tired after the continous meeting I had to handle."Where to go king?" Mr Clark, my driver asked."SDC!!"He gave me a single nod and started driving and after half an hour of peaceful drive I reached my office. I looked up at the skyscrapers and a small smile touched my lips.I walked inside and all my employees greeted me and in return I could only give them a nod.Eventually I reached my cabin and I removed my coat before placing it on the chair. I looked down from my cabin through the glass wall, at the sea, my mother's favorite place and there are way more than many memories attached to this place. The water was gushing up at the seashore reminding me of some of my beautiful memories fixed
The Mafia's Captured Slave Save me
NAOMIAsshole!!Butthead!!!I was just being nice to him and yet he had to test my patience. Stupid Kingston.Ughhh..I groaned and pulled my hair in frustration. God!!! Gotta be nice to him because he's still my boss.But how can he assume things.Me having crush on that void piece of wood.Never ever..What does he thinks of himself??Jerk."Do not have a crush on me because I'm a very busy man." I imitated his British accenty words with a nasty face.Why the hell would I have a crush on him?Cool down!! Take deep breaths...123..123...He's my boss and I gotta be nice to him.He has already suffered a lot in his life and I should not be a torment to him.He was just joking, just take it lightly....I'm fine. He's my boss. Smile.And finally a smile was on my lips because he asked me to call him Harold. Instead of Mr Kingston or king or sir.A creepy smile formed on my lips.Maybe he's having a crush on me..And blaming me of having a crush on him. Narcissistic fool.I climbed on my b
The Mafia's Captured Slave Sick and in pain
HAROLDWhy does Dylan enters on such a wrong time??Goddammit!!!I quickly took a shower as I was drenched because of Miss Nolan. Like gravely!! Did Miss Nolan really pull me into the pond.But it was enjoyable, I enjoyed it.I keep laughing and smiling a lot around her. Because she is that funny like those idiotic clowns.I marched out of my room and sauntered in to my home office. And there he was, Dylan. With a smirk curling up his lips.I walked in while he sat there staring at me with a smirk. I walked towards my file shelf and took a file before opening it but still I could feel his eyes boring holes onto my head. I was glancing down at my file when I asked,"What??!" I closed the file and turned around to face him."Oh nothing!!" He waved a dismissive hand while chuckling.I shook my head in dismay as I knew what he was pondering about."Look there's--" I was interrupted."How was your pond time with Naomi, king??" His smirk deepend."Sorry for the interruption." He wrinkled hi
The Mafia's Captured Slave Friends now
NAOMI Did he really agree to stay??!!He pulled the chair from the study table and dragged it towards my bed and halted before sitting on it. And here I was smiling like a creep at him.Keep your smile together, girl!!!He sat across me and I didn't know what to talk. Just staring at each other won't help, right? But what to do??!! Let me just start a conversation."Thank God, you came to check up on me or I would have died out of hunger...uhu..uhu.." I coughed and sniffled as my throat and nose were itching.Like seriously!!! Since yesterday night I wasn't feeling well, yesterday night I had a bad head ache followed by a mild fever. And today morning it was worst, my fever, headache, throat pain and many more sky rocketed as I could not even get up from my bed. As well as I did not even eat or drink anything since morning. I never expected Harold to come and check on me but I'm glad he did. He just saved me from dying.. that's all I have to say."How are you feeling now?" He asked.
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