“Please don’t do this” I pleaded with my father. He stared at the window, refusing to look at me.“I don't have a choice,” he said, refusing to look at me.“I don't understand. I'm too young to get married” I pointed out.“You're 21 Christy, you're old enough and I am done having this conversation. You may leave” he said sternly. I looked at my father with pleading eyes. However, he kept his eyes glued to the window. He was again, refusing to look at me.I could feel my body trembling as sobs were threatening to escape my lips. “But they're horrible”, I whispered, hugging myself.Still not a word from my father.“Can you at least tell me why?” I asked softly, tears streaming down my face.Finally, he turned towards me.“I owe a debt” was all he said as he turned back to face the window. I was dumbfounded. Baffled, even. Wondering how on earth my father could be indebted to the Mafia Lord that basically runs the whole of Texas. Feeling numb, I slowly walked out of my father's offic
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