All Chapters of Sold to the Mafia Lord : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

SARAH “What are you all doing here?! God! Filthy things!” Mr Dave cursed as he walked hurriedly towards us, his eyes hot as coal. We were twenty girls all lined up like prisoners, a black skater maid dress that barely covered our bodies as we waited behind the long velvet curtains that seperated us from the crowd. Mr Dave, a fat and shabby looking man, counted us before smiling triumphantly to himself like he had just won a trophy. “You all are lucky you’re complete, if one of you went missing, I would have dealt with every single one of you whores”he scoffed, but nobody dared say a word against him. We knew better than to yell back at the man who offered us a chance of earning even though it was through a degrading source. “Well do you want me to spell out your duties?! Fucking get out and go on stage. Your buyers are waiting for you!” he ordered and we each scurried out like defenceless prisoners, awaiting our fate in the hands of those vile men. I never wanted this sort of jo

SARAH"I beg your pardon?" I asked flabbergasted by his outrageous request.How could he possibly expect me to go naked for him? Just like that? Am I a thing or a property of his?"Was I speaking Latin when I said it? Or are you just stupid and disobedient?" Mr Romano tilted his head to the side, his eyes wandering around the crook of my neck. "I am not doing such sir" I refused, clutching on to my dress tight like it could vanish any moment."Penso che mi piaccia questo..." he chuckled darkly, apparently smitten by my defiance."And why won't you? Have you forgotten I bought you?" He rhetorically asked, his tone gravely low."Have you forgotten I own you now! You worthless piece of trash!" He suddenly yelled, almost making me jump out of my skin.I shuddered and tears brewed up in my ears. His grip on my throat was unwavering, tightening with each passing second. He was slowly choking me.Me? Worthless? Trash?"I am not trash sir but a maid meant to serve you and you do not own me y

SARAH I woke to the sound of a mild persistent knock on my door. I grumbled to myself and used a pillow to cover my ears, hoping whoever that was knocking would just leave or walk in right away but neither of what I wanted happened. Annoyed, I shot up from the soft bed and yawned, "who is it? Come in"Could it be Emilio? No I doubt. If it was that arrogant man he wouldn't need to knock before barging into my room.The door was slowly pushed open revealing the warm features of a different maid, different from the one that showed me to my room last night. "Goodmorning miss, Mr Emilio asks for your presence in his room right now" she informed me.He needs me in his room? For what reason? My mind took a walk down memory lane, to last night when he ordered me to get naked for him in the lounge and I quickly shook the thought away.She turned to leave but I quickly called her back, "Excuse me please..." "Anything I can do for you Miss Sarah?" She smiled."Uhm did he say what he wanted

SARAH The morning came with an air of melancholy for me. I was up early. Well I did not get much sleep last night. I had cried myself to sleep and I could barely stay asleep for more than an hour.Because every now and then I kept on having scary dreams of Emilio either killing me or molesting me.And I'd always wake up with a terrible fright,a palpitating heart accompanied by numerous sweat beads coating my forehead even though the room was cold.I still can't fathom who called me yesterday?I made sure to delete everyone's number and I don't even give out my numbers to strangers so who could it be? I had just less than twenty contacts on my phone and majority were just numbers of the people who offered house hold services such as the plumber, laundryman, delivery guy and so on.I barely had friends or time to even make friends. The only friend I knew was Sofia.And I could tell that wasn't her number. I knew my brother's and grandma's number by heart so it wasn't theirs either. I h

SARAH I woke up to an incredibly hungry stomach. I was starving badly and the only thing I had taken since yesterday was water, lots and lots of it.My head spinned, feeling like the weight of a dumbbell and I had the urge to throw up. Placing my feet down, my eyes drifted to the digital clock on the wall. This was 7:30 in the morning.A heavy and tired sigh left my lips. Time to go prepare breakfast and possibly the laundry before going to the supermarket to stock up the house with groceries and dairy products. The running of this house isn't easy, especially not for one hungry person alone. I limped to the bathroom to freshen up and begin the days work. Once out, I quickly applied my body lotion, a body spray and wore my clothes.I contemplated on whether I should fall my hair or pack it up. But I realised that whenever I did pack it up, it made it easier for Emilio to grip me by my hair so I let it fall. As I dressed my bed, the ringing of my phone sliced through the silenc