SOLD TO A MAFIA AT SIXTEEN
Sold To A Mafia At Sixteen - Episode 21
THEME: His slave
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Shawn returned to his room to see Violet squeezed under the blanket, her face serene, her eyes closing. Shawn sighed, his brow furrowed, and folded his arms across his chest, staring at her.
"What's chasing after you?" he asked, his eyes narrowing.
Violet's gaze turned defensive, her eyes peeking out from under the blanket. "Nothing," she said.
Shawn's tone turned skeptical, his eyebrows raising. "Then, why are you in my room? You know it's dangerous to be seen in a man's bedroom at this time of the night," he said, and Violet beeped at him, holding tight to the blanket, her eyes wide with fear.
"You're not going to do anything to me, are you?" she asked, her voice trembling.
Shawn scoffed, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "This is my room, of course, I have the right to everything here," he said.
Violet's face set in determination, her eyes flashing. "I am not your property, and I won't let you touch me," she said, and Shawn rolled his eyes, annoyance etched on his face.
"Go to your room," he said, and Violet's jaw set in stubbornness, her eyes narrowing.
"No, it's scary in there. I want to sleep for only tonight. You can go and sleep in my room if you want to, or rather go to the guest room to sleep," she said, and Shawn's eyes widened in incredulity.
"Are you chasing me out of my room?" he asked, and Violet's face turned defensive, her eyes flashing.
"Only for tonight. I don't trust your instincts tonight. You might as well do something to me once I fall asleep," she said, and Shawn scoffed, offense flickering across his face. "Good night, please turn off the light on your way out," she added, and settled well on the bed, allowing sleep to take over. Shawn sighed tiredly at her, resignation written on his face.
"Sofia! Sofia!" he called, but Violet ignored him, her face peaceful, her eyes closed.
"You're too loud, allow me to sleep," she murmured under the blanket, and Shawn sighed, frustration etched on his face.
He watched her for a moment and then moved to the closet to get a blanket. He moved to the couch and lay down, covering himself with the blanket, and then turned off the light, his eyes closing in resignation.
An hour later, Shawn was hunted by a nightmare, he jerked up gasping for air and was panting, his face twisted in a mixture of fear and anxiety. He sat upright on the couch, rubbing his face with his palm, and his eyes met Violet's, who was sound asleep with a peaceful expression. But as he stood up and moved around the room, trying to shake off the lingering fear, his eyes flashed with a hint of frustration.
He moved around for a while, his movements agitated, and then left to sit next to Violet on the bed, resting his back on the bed and staring at the ceiling with a scowl. Violet turned to him, still in deep sleep, and her hand placed on his body, but her face was serene and calm.
Shawn was surprised as he tried to take off her hand, his expression a mixture of exhaustion. But she murmured and held him tight, her face still peaceful. Shawn sighed tiredly at her, his eyes flashing with annoyance, and let her be. This has been his normal routine since kid he started having the nightmare that traumatized him, whenever he wakes up, he find it difficult to sleep until morning, he sometimes takes sleeping pills and it only work for an hour.
Just a moment after, he felt his eyelids drooping, and his expression softened, replaced by a look of relief and relaxation. He rested his head on the edge of the bed, his face finally at peace, and slept off. Violet's hand remained on his body, her expression still calm and serene, a stark contrast to Shawn's earlier anguish.
The next morning, the alarm clock beeped at 7 am, and Shawn opened his eyes to see Violet still fast asleep with her hand still rested on him. He had a gentle expression as he carefully took off her hand and left for the bathroom to freshen up.
Some minutes later, Shawn came out with a towel wrapped around his waist, and water was dripping from his body. He sighed, looking slightly annoyed, as he saw Violet still deep in sleep and not ready to wake up. He moved closer, a mischievous glint in his eye, and flipped the blanket off her body. Then, he started to shake his hair on her, and Violet jerked up from sleep as she felt water on her body.
"Aren't you going to wake up?" Shawn asked, his expression playful.
Violet turned to him, her eyes widening in surprise, and quickly turned away, her face flushing. "What are you doing naked like that?" she asked, her voice laced with embarrassment.
Shawn's expression turned stern, and he crossed his arms over his chest. "This is my room, you have overstayed your welcome, now leave, I need to dress up."
Violet still had her face turned away, her expression disapproving. "And you couldn't wake me up properly, do you have to splash water on me?" she said, her voice slightly raised.
Shawn's expression turned warning, and he took a step closer to her. "You have two seconds to leave my room, or else, you will be sorry," he warned.
Violet quickly got up from the bed and rushed to open the door, but it was hard to open. "Why can't I open the door?" she grunted, trying hard to open it.
Shawn sighed and rolled his head, a look of exasperation on his face, as he moved closer to her from behind. Violet flinched as the water from his hair dropped on her shoulder, and Shawn's expression turned slightly amused. He opened the door, and Violet ran out quickly, her face still flushed with embarrassment.
Two hours later, Shawn was in his secret chamber, his expression intense and focused, when one of his men entered holding a file. The man bowed to him, his face serious, and handed over the file to Shawn.
"What's this?" Shawn asked, his eyebrows furrowed in curiosity.
"The information you need concerning Sly and his deal with Miss Sofia's parents," the man replied, his voice neutral.
Shawn sighed, his expression turning thoughtful, as he started to glance through the file. "Let's hear it," he said, his eyes scanning the pages.
The man cleared his throat, his expression somber. "According to what happened between them, Miss Sofia's parents made a deal with Sly that he can marry their daughter if they refuse to pay the money he loaned them by the end of the bargain."
Shawn's expression turned grim, his jaw clenched in anger. "How old was Sofia when they made the deal?" he asked, his voice low and even.
The man hesitated, his face sympathetic. "She was just two when it happened, Sly agreed to their deal that once she turned eighteen and her parents haven't paid up their money, he will come for her. Miss Sofia's parents knew they couldn't pay up the money, they hid their daughter and made her stay with her grandma, thinking she will be safe with her."
Shawn's expression turned disgusted, his eyes narrowing in contempt. "Did they pay up the money?" he asked, his voice laced with skepticism.
The man shook his head, his face regretful. "No, boss, the money they used in investing in their company went bankrupt, but right now, Sly has them in his house."
Shawn's expression turned resolute, his jaw set in determination. "Ok, you can go," he said, his voice firm, as the man bowed and left, shutting the door behind him.
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The next day, Shawn was busy in his office when Sly and his men entered, holding two briefcases. Sly's face turned smug, his eyes glinting with amusement.
"Hello, friend," he said, smirking, and Shawn stared at him, his expression turned wary, his eyes narrowing.
"Maybe I have given you enough access to my office that's why you can barge in like that," Shawn said, his tone turned dry, his eyebrows raising.
Sly's grin widened, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, come on, you should get used to me now," he said, and then ordered his men to drop the briefcases on the table in front of Shawn, which they did. "Open the box," he said, and the two boxes were opened, containing a large amount of money. Shawn's eyes scanned the money, his expression turned disinterested, his eyebrows furrowing.
"What's this?" he asked, his tone turned dismissive.
Sly's smile turned triumphant, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. "Your money, of course, this is the times two of the money my wife's grandmother owes you," he said, and Shawn scoffed, his expression turned disdainful, his eyes rolling.
"If you are done ranting, you can leave my office with the trash you call money," he said, and continued what he was doing, his expression turned dismissive, his eyes cast downward.
Sly's smile turned cold, his eyes narrowing. "I see this is not going to go well, but not to worry, I always have another way," he smirked, and turned to leave, his men following closely behind.
Shawn looked up from his work, his expression turned dismissive, his eyes rolling. "You forget your trash," he said, his tone turned dry, his eyebrows raising.
Sly's face turned amused, his eyes glinting with mischief. He smirked, his lips curling up, and nodded to his men. "Take it," he said, his voice low and smooth.
His men moved quickly, their faces expressionless, and picked up the briefcases. They followed Sly out of the office, closing the door behind them.
As they left, Sly's smirk lingered, his eyes glinting with a hint of triumph. Shawn's expression, on the other hand, turned indifferent, his eyes already back on his work.
Meanwhile, Violet stood outside the school gate, waiting for Mabel to ease herself in the restroom while she was busy playing games on her phone. Her face turned relaxed, her eyes fixed on the screen. Just then, a black-tinted car drove in front of her, and before she could see who it was, she was dragged forcefully into the van, her eyes wide with fear, her face pale with shock. The van drove off.
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