SOLD TO A MAFIA AT SIXTEEN
Sold To A Mafia At Sixteen - Episode 4
THEME: His slave
© Isabella Library
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The next morning, Shawn sat on the bed, smoking a cigarette, his shirtless torso on full display. The lady lay fast asleep beside him, wrapped in the duvet. As she stirred awake, she wrapped the duvet around her body and moved closer to Shawn, caressing his back with a gentle touch.
Her eyes sparkled with satisfaction as she spoke, her voice husky from sleep. "Last night was fantastic, I had fun last night." She continued to caress his back, her fingers tracing the contours of his muscles.
Shawn shifted his body, his expression unreadable, and stood up, facing her. The lady's eyes widened as she took in his chiseled physique, her gaze hypnotized by his body.
Shawn's expression remained impassive as he threw a bundle of money at her. "Here," he said, his voice firm. "That's for your services to me last night."
The lady's eyes lit up as she caught the money, her fingers closing around it like a vice. She sniffed the money, a satisfied smile spreading across her face. "Thank you," she said, her voice dripping with gratitude.
As Shawn started to dress, the lady asked, her voice laced with hope, "Do you want to do this some other time?" Shawn ignored her, his expression unyielding, as he left the hotel room.
The lady smiled after him, a mixture of satisfaction and disappointment on her face. She fell back onto the bed, the bundle of money still clutched in her hand.
Some hours later, Shawn and his men drove into the mansion, the sound of the cars' engines echoing through the air. Shawn stepped out of the car, his expression stern, and headed inside. As he walked, he caught sight of Violet in the garden, watering the flowers with a gentle touch. Their eyes met, and for a brief moment, they locked gazes.
Violet's eyes dropped, her face expressionless, as she focused on the flowers. Shawn's expression remained unreadable, his eyes narrowing slightly as he continued on his way.
As he entered the mansion, the workers greeted him with nods and smiles. Shawn acknowledged them with a brief nod before heading to his room to freshen up and prepare for work.
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Weeks passed, and Shawn remained away on his business trip. The staff had grown accustomed to his absence, and they went about their daily routines with ease.
Violet, on the other hand, was preparing for her first day of school. She had laid out her clothes the night before, and now she was dressed in a casual outfit consisting of blue jeans, a white polo shirt, and white sneakers. She slung a handbag over her shoulder, her eyes shining with excitement as she headed out of her room.
"Wow, Miss Sofia, you look beautiful". The 1st staff said smiling.
Violet smiled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Thank you."
"Have fun on your first day". Another staff said, their face filled with genuine warmth.
Violet smiled and turned to leave when they stopped her. "Aren't you going to have breakfast first before you leave?". Another staff asked, concern etched on their face.
Violet's expression turned dismissive, her voice firm. "No, I am not hungry."
She walked outside to see a car and a guard already waiting to take her to school. Her eyes narrowed, her face contorted in frustration. "Is this necessary?"
The guard's expression remained neutral, his voice firm. "I am only following orders, Miss Sofia."
Violet's face twisted in annoyance, her voice correcting him. "It's Violet, not Sofia."
She frowned and walked to sit at the back of the car. The guard sat in the front and ordered the driver to drive.
The driveway to the school was a two-hour drive. As they approached the university, Violet's eyes widened in awe. The university was a sprawling campus with modern buildings and lush greenery. The main building, a stunning example of modern architecture, stood tall with its sleek glass and steel facade. The campus was bustling with students, their faces filled with excitement and anticipation.
As they drove through the campus, Violet caught glimpses of state-of-the-art facilities, including a massive library, sports complexes, and research centers. The atmosphere was vibrant, with students from diverse backgrounds mingling and laughing together.
The car finally came to a stop in front of a sleek, modern building. Violet's eyes scanned the building, her heart racing with excitement and nerves. She took a deep breath, grabbed her bag, and stepped out of the car, ready to start her new journey.
Violet took a step forward, noticing the guard following closely behind her. She felt a surge of embarrassment as students turned to stare at them. "You don't have to go inside with me, I am not running away," she said, her voice laced with frustration.
The guard's expression remained stoic, his eyes fixed on Violet as he ignored her comment. Violet sighed, forcing a smile onto her face as she glanced at the students who were still staring at them.
She walked inside, the guard following closely behind her. Violet moved around the building, searching for the Department of Business Administration. As she arrived at her department, she was greeted by the sight of numerous students chatting with one another in the hall.
Violet's eyes scanned the room, and she spotted an empty seat. She made her way over to it and sat down, trying to blend in with the other students. The guard stood two feet away from her, his eyes fixed on her as he continued to safeguard her.
Violet's face felt warm with embarrassment, and she tried to focus on the students around her, hoping to distract herself from the guard's presence.
Later in the day, they drove back home, and Violet stepped out of the car, heading inside. She entered the mansion to see Shawn climbing down the staircase, dressing to leave. His expression was calm, his eyes fixed on Violet.
"You are back, how was your first day in school?" he asked, fixing his shirt. His tone was neutral, his voice firm.
Violet's expression was subdued, her eyes cast downward. "Fine," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
Shawn's face remained impassive, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Good, go inside and get dressed, you are coming with me," he said, his voice firm.
Violet's eyes widened in surprise, her face contorted in confusion. "Where are we going?" she asked, her voice laced with curiosity.
Shawn's expression turned cold, his eyes glinting with annoyance. "Go in and get dressed, you have thirty minutes to do so, you are my slave and you don't have the right to ask me silly questions," he said, his voice dripping with disdain.
He walked away, leaving Violet staring after him, her face twisted in frustration. She let out a deep sigh, her shoulders slumping in defeat.
An hour later, they arrived at Shawn's clubhouse. Violet's eyes scanned the crowded room, her face contorted in discomfort. The music was loud, and people were dancing and drinking. Shawn led her to the VIP section, where he sat down, his eyes fixed on Violet.
His expression was calm, his eyes narrowing slightly as he noticed her nervousness. "Get to work," he said, his voice firm.
Violet's eyes widened in confusion, her face contorted in uncertainty. "What work?" she asked, her voice laced with curiosity.
Just then, one of the staff came over with Shawn's drink and served him. She turned to leave, but Shawn stopped her. "Hold on," he said to the waitress, his voice firm.
The waitress stopped, turning to face Shawn. He gestured to Violet. "Take her with you, she will be working with you guys tonight," he said, his voice firm.
Violet's eyes widened in shock, her face contorted in horror. The waitress bowed and gestured for Violet to follow her. Violet hesitated, her eyes fixed on Shawn, who was watching her with a cold, calculating gaze.
"Go on, become the slave you are," he said, his voice dripping with disdain.
Violet's face twisted in anger, her eyes blazing with fury. She had no choice but to follow the waitress, her heart heavy with resentment.
Violet was dressed in a short, tight skirt with a white t-shirt and a black tie, her expression uncomfortable as she held a tray filled with drinks. She felt out of place, her eyes scanning the room as she made her way to the VIP section to serve the drinks. Shawn's eyes were fixed on her, his gaze intense as he watched her every move.
As Violet entered the VIP section, she was immediately surrounded by men who couldn't take their eyes off her. They ogled her, their faces filled with lust, despite being surrounded by other women. Violet's face remained expressionless, her eyes cast downward as she tried to ignore their flirtatious advances.
One of the men, a middle-aged man with a sleazy grin, caught her attention. "What's your name, damsel?" he asked, his voice dripping with innuendo.
Violet ignored him, her expression unchanging as she continued to serve the drinks. After she finished, she turned to leave, but one of the men grabbed her hand, his grip tight. Violet's eyes widened in surprise, her face contorted in alarm.
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