SOLD TO A MAFIA AT SIXTEEN
Sold To A Mafia At Sixteen - Episode 51
THEME: His slave
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In a modern house, a fatty man, Smith, was seated on a sofa, smoking and drinking with two other men. Their bodyguards were standing outside, saving and guarding them with guns in their hands.
Smith's face was serious, his eyes fixed on the two men. The first man's face was curious, his brow furrowed in inquiry.
"Why did you call this gathering?" he asked, his voice laced with curiosity, as he sipped his wine.
Smith's face was calm, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Well, I called you all here because one of my boys found something that will leave you two speechless," he said, his voice low and mysterious.
The two men exchanged confused glances. The second man's face was skeptical, his eyes narrowing in doubt. "What could that be, Smith?" he asked, his voice laced with incredulity.
Smith's face was serious, his eyes locked on the two men. "One of Wilson's children survived," he said, his voice firm.
The two men's faces were shocked, their eyes widening in surprise. The first man's face was disbelieving, his mouth agape. "How is that possible? I thought we got rid of all of his family," he said, his voice laced with confusion.
Smith's face was calm, his eyes glinting with amusement. "That's what I thought until this was brought to me," he said, and showed them the files and the photo of Wilson's survived son.
The two men's faces were in deep shock, their eyes fixed on the photo, their mouths agape.
*SHAWN'S MANSION*
Shawn and Troy were at the bush bar in the house, chilling and enjoying their drinks. Shawn's eyes were fixed on Sofia, who was watering the flowers at the garden, a serene expression on her face. Troy noticed Shawn's gaze and smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
"Do you like her? You still haven't told me who she is to you," Troy said, his voice laced with amusement.
Shawn turned to him, his face calm, but his eyes betraying his emotions. "She is someone I really want to be with so badly," he said, his voice low and husky.
"Oh, I see, how did you meet with her and why is she living with you?" he asked, his voice filled with interest and curiousity.
Shawn sighed, his face reflective, and began to explain everything to Troy. After some minutes of listening, Troy's face was surprised and speechless.
"That's how we met," Shawn said, his face calm.
Troy's face was shocked, his eyes wide with incredulity. "Woah, what kind of family will do that to their own child?" he asked, his voice laced with disgust.
"Well, I am happy it turned out this way," he said, his voice gentle.
Troy smiled knowingly at him, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "And at the end, you end up falling for her, isn't she younger than you? You are two times her age," he said, his voice laced with teasing.
"What does age have to do with this?" he asked, his voice firm, his face defensive.
Troy's face was calm, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Fine, I am not going to judge you, I am happy she turned you from a cold-hearted man to a good man, you weren't you two years ago when I left for the state, this new you is more profitable," he said, his voice laced with sincerity. Shawn's face was dry, his eyes rolling in exasperation. "So, have you told her how you truly feel about her?" Troy asked, his voice curious.
"Well, I am waiting for her to realize her true feelings for me, she is still hiding it," he said, his voice low and husky.
"How long can you wait till she tells you how she feels?" he asked, his voice laced with amusement.
"I don't care how long it takes, but I will wait," he said, his voice firm.
Troy's face was warm, his eyes sparkling with approval. "Aw! That's good," he said, sipping his wine. His face turned serious, his eyes fixed on Shawn. "So, tell me, are you still having the same nightmares? Do you still use sleeping pills?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.
Shawn's face was calm, his eyes reflective. "For a while now, the nightmares come once in a blue moon, and for the sleeping pills, I stopped using them since I found my cure," he said, his voice low and husky, his eyes fixed on Sofia.
"She is the cure to your insomnia?" he asked, his voice laced with amusement.
He nodded, his face calm, his eyes fixed on Sofia. "Since I started sleeping by her side, cuddling her through the night, I could sleep peacefully," he said, his voice low and husky.
"Wow, man, that's good," he said, smiling at Shawn.
They both smiled at Sofia, their faces filled with warmth and admiration.
At Sofia's family house, the family was eating happily at the dining table when suddenly the door swung open, revealing Smith and his bodyguards. Sofia's dad, Lucas, was shocked to see him, and his face paled as he quickly stood up. His wife and mother were confused, their faces reflecting their fear as they saw the evil look on Smith's face and his boys holding guns. They stood up quickly, their eyes wide with alarm.
Smith's face was smirking, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Hello, old friend, it's so nice to meet you again, Lucas," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Lucas's face was fearful, his eyes darting to his family before returning to Smith. He gulped hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. "What are you doing here, Smith?" he asked, his voice trembling.
Smith's face was still smirking, his eyes glinting with amusement. "What, can't I come and see an old-time friend?" he said, his voice laced with mockery. Then his face turned cold, his eyes hardening. "Meet me outside," he said, and left with his bodyguards.
Lucas's family exchanged worried glances, their faces reflecting their fear.
"Son, what's going on? Who are they?" Grandma asked, her voice trembling.
His face was reassuring, but his eyes betrayed his fear. "It's nothing, Mom, you two stay right here and don't come out," he said, and walked away.
Diana and her mother held each other's hands, looking frightened. Lucas came to meet Smith, who was standing beside his car. Smith's face was angry, his eyes blazing with fury. He greeted Lucas with a hard slap on the face, and Lucas was surprised, his eyes widening in shock.
Smith's face was red with rage. "You nitwit! Do you realize what you have done and the damage you caused me?" he yelled, his voice echoing through the air.
Lucas's face was confused, his eyes darting back and forth. "What are you talking about, Smith? What have I done?" he asked, his voice trembling.
Smith's face was furious, his eyes blazing with anger. "I gave you a simple task to do, and you ended up ruining it," he said, grabbing Lucas's shirt. Lucas struggled with him, his face fearful "Because of your careless mistake thirty years ago, my own plan has been ruined," Smith said, his voice dripping with venom. He pushed Lucas off, and Lucas stumbled backward.
"I did everything you asked, no one survived," he said, his voice trembling.
Smith's face was incredulous, his eyes widening in shock. "There is a survivor!" he yelled, throwing some pictures at Lucas. "That is the survivor," he said, his voice dripping with venom.
Lucas picked up the photos from the ground and glanced through them, his eyes widening in shock. He almost lost his balance, his face pale. "How...is this possible?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Smith's face was cold, his eyes hardening. "Do you know what will happen if he finds out the truth? He will come for you and your entire household first...I don't care how you do it, you have to fix this mess before it becomes too late," he said, and left with his guards.
Lucas was still in shock, his face pale, as thunder clapped and rain started pouring down on him.
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