SOLD TO A MAFIA AT SIXTEEN
Sold To A Mafia At Sixteen – Episode 11
THEME: His slave
© Isabella Library
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Mr. Mark walked into Shawn’s office, and Shawn welcomed him warmly, his expression friendly and inviting. He offered Mr. Mark a seat, and they sat down. Shawn got up and walked to his little bar in his office, his movements fluid and relaxed. He took a bottle of white wine and two glasses, poured the drink into each cup, and handed one to Mr. Mark. They clinked their glasses together, and Shawn’s expression turned sociable, his eyes sparkling with warmth.
“It’s a surprise to see you here,” Shawn said, his tone friendly and curious.
Mr. Mark’s expression turned serious, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Yeah,” he said, taking a sip of his drink. He cleared his throat, his expression turning determined. “You should know why I am here.”
Shawn’s expression turned cautious, his eyes widening slightly. He sighed and gulped his drink, his movements slightly nervous. “I know, I am sorry if I have been delaying the feedback,” he said, his tone apologetic.
Mr. Mark’s expression turned smiling, his eyes twinkling with warmth. “I know, I know it came as a shock to you, but I will really mean a lot to me and my daughter. She really likes you, and she can’t wait to be with you,” he said, his tone enthusiastic.
Shawn’s expression turned uncomfortable, his eyes avoiding Mr. Mark’s gaze. “I didn’t mean to disappoint you, you have been a helping hand to me, I don’t want to get myself involved with your daughter when we don’t even know more about each other,” he said, his tone hesitant.
Mr. Mark’s expression turned reassuring, his eyes warm and understanding. “That can be arranged, you two can get to know each other first,” he said, his tone calm.
Shawn’s expression turned tired, his eyes sighing.
At school, Violet was taking her business class along with Mabel. Both were focused on the lecturer’s teachings while the guard was outside safeguarding the place. Violet’s expression turned attentive, her eyes fixed on the lecturer. Mabel’s expression turned equally engaged, her eyes sparkling with interest.
An hour later, the class ended, and Violet sighed tiredly, her expression turning relieved, and rested her head on the table.
“Are you tired already?” Mabel teased, her expression turning playful, her eyes twinkling with amusement.
Violet’s expression turned tired, her eyes half-closed. “Yeah, today’s lecture was one of a kind. I can’t believe he gave us an assignment,” she said tiredly.
Mabel’s expression turned encouraging, her eyes warm. “It helps improve your capacity in business,” she said, and Violet groaned, her expression turning frustrated.
Mabel’s expression turned concerned, her eyebrows furrowing slightly. “Are you hungry?” she asked.
Violet’s expression turned hopeful, her eyes sparkling. “Yeah,” she said, raising her head.
Mabel’s expression turned smiling, her eyes warm. “Let’s go grab lunch then,” she said, and they stood up and left the hall to the nearest canteen in the building, with the guard following them.
Meanwhile, a black-tinted van was far from the school building, watching them through binoculars. The person’s expression turned observant, their eyes fixed on Violet and Mabel.
Violet and Mabel started eating and chatting. Violet’s expression turned thoughtful, her eyes sparkling. “There is something I want to share with you,” she said.
Mabel’s expression turned curious, her eyebrows raising slightly. “Ok, what is it?” she asked.
“I was planning on getting a part-time job,” Violet said, lowering her voice to Mabel, her expression turning secretive, her eyes darting around the canteen.
Mabel’s expression turned curious, her eyebrows raising slightly. “Why?” she asked.
Violet’s expression turned determined, her eyes sparkling. “I just want to keep myself busy and get to do something for myself,” she said.
Mabel’s expression turned confused, her eyes widening. “Are you kidding me, your Dad is the top richest billionaire in the whole world and can give you anything you ask for, why will you need a job?” she asked.
Violet’s expression turned evasive, her eyes avoiding Mabel’s gaze. “You don’t understand,” she said.
Mabel’s expression turned encouraging, her eyes warm. “Then make me,” she said.
Violet’s expression turned hesitant, her eyes darting around the canteen. “That’s another story for another day, you will have to help me look for one, you can ask your brother to search for you, the one that is closer,” she said.
Mabel’s expression turned skeptical, her eyebrows raising. “Can you hear yourself speak, do you think your Dad will allow that?” she asked.
Violet’s expression turned resolute, her eyes sparkling. “He doesn’t have to know,” she said.
Mabel’s expression turned concerned, her eyes widening. “And the guard assigned to you, what are you going to do about him, do you think he will keep quiet about it?” she asked.
Violet’s expression turned thoughtful, her eyes narrowing. “Don’t worry about that, I will tell Shawn…I mean my father about it that I don’t want a guard anymore, I know it’s going to take time for him to accept, so, I will wait,” she said.
Mabel’s expression turned understanding, her eyes warm. “Ok, what type of job do you want to do?” she asked.
Violet’s expression turned decisive, her eyes sparkling. “Any work except working in a bar or a club,” she said.
Mabel’s expression turned helpful, her eyes nodding. “Ok, then, I will ask around,” she said.
Violet’s expression turned grateful, her eyes smiling. “Thank you,” she said.
Mabel’s expression turned smiling, her eyes warm. “You are welcome,” she said, and they continued eating.
Later at home, Shawn was having dinner with Violet. Violet was hesitating to speak, her expression turning nervous, her eyes darting around the table. Shawn noticed her mood, his expression turning concerned, his eyebrows furrowing slightly.
“Is there something you want to say to me?” he asked, his tone gentle, his eyes warm.
Violet’s expression turned hesitant, her eyes widening slightly. “Um, yes,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Shawn’s expression turned encouraging, his eyes nodding. “What?” he asked, sipping from his water, his movements relaxed.
Violet’s expression turned determined, her eyes sparkling. “I…I,” she sighed, her shoulders sagging slightly. “I want to be going to school alone without a guard,” she said, waiting for Shawn’s response, her eyes fixed on his face.
Shawn’s expression turned surprised, his eyebrows raising slightly. “Why?” he asked, his tone curious, his eyes narrowing slightly.
Violet’s expression turned pleading, her eyes wide. “It’s kind of embarrassing, I promise I won’t run away, I will be home after school closes, please, there is already a bus station that stops at the school gate, and it’s free for all students,” she said, her voice filled with hope.
Shawn stared at her, his expression turning thoughtful, his eyes narrowing. “Is that what you want?” he asked, his tone gentle, his eyes warm.
Violet nodded eagerly, her expression turning hopeful, her eyes sparkling. “Yes,” she said, her voice filled with excitement.
Shawn’s expression turned accepting, his eyes nodding. “Ok, then,” he said, his tone calm, his movements relaxed.
Violet’s expression turned surprised, her eyes widening. “Really? You agree?” she asked, her voice filled with excitement.
Shawn’s expression turned smiling, his eyes warm. “Yes, if that’s what you want,” he said, his tone gentle.
Violet’s expression turned joyful, her eyes sparkling. “Yes! Thank you very much, this is actually the first time you are agreeing to my demand without argument,” she said, her voice filled with gratitude. Shawn stared at her, his expression turning amused, his eyes twinkling. “It’s cool, I can see she is changing you for the better,” Violet added, her expression turning teasing, her eyes sparkling.
Shawn scoffed, his expression turning mock-offended, his eyes rolling. “Do you want me to disagree?” he asked, his tone playful.
Violet’s expression turned laughing, her eyes sparkling. “No, no, no,” she said, continuing to eat, her movements relaxed.
