SOLD TO A MAFIA AT SIXTEEN
Sold To A Mafia At Sixteen – Episode 13
THEME: His slave
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Violet entered the living room, and a fragrance of air conditioning greeted her. Everywhere was cozy and sparkling with light, and she was amazed as she stared around the place, unknowingly to her that someone was observing her from upstairs, smiling.
Her expression turned impressed, her eyes widening in awe. “Why does this place command an aura like that of Shawn’s?” she thought.
A voice interrupted her from the stair, and Violet’s expression turned surprised, her eyes darting upward. “You seem impressed by my house,” the voice said.
She looked up to see a young, vibrant man, similar to Shawn, climbing down the staircase with a smile. Violet’s eyes were fixed on him, her expression turning curious, her eyebrows raising. She wondered who he was.
His expression turned welcoming, his eyes warm. “Please have a seat,” he offered, gesturing to a nearby chair.
The two guards bowed to him and moved to stand behind him as he took his seat. His expression turned confident, his eyes sparkling.
Violet’s expression turned cautious, her eyes narrowing. “Who are you? Are you the one demanding to see me?” she asked.
His expression turned smiling, his eyes twinkling. “Yes, my name is Silvester, but you can call me Sly,” he introduced.
Violet’s expression turned skeptical, her eyebrows raising. “Why did you send for me? What do you want?” she asked.
Sly’s expression turned nonchalant, his eyes sparkling. “Nothing serious, I just want to get to know my employee,” he said, taking a sip from his drink.
Violet’s expression turned confused, her eyes darting between Sly and the guards. “I can see you are confused,” Sly said, smiling.
His expression turned matter-of-fact, his eyes serious. “I own the restaurant you were employed as a waitress,” he added, and Violet’s expression turned surprised, her eyes widening.
“Really? You are the owner of the place?” she asked, her voice filled with surprise.
Sly nodded, his expression turning reassuring, his eyes warm. “So, you don’t need to be scared,” he said.
“What do you want? Is this how you invite every one of your employees to your house?” Violet asked, her expression turning skeptical, her eyebrows raising.
Sly chuckled, his expression turning amused, his eyes sparkling. “No, I only invite special ones,” he smirked.
Then, one of the maids stood beside the dining table, which was lavished with food. “Master, dinner is served,” she said with her head bowed.
Sly’s expression turned inviting, his eyes warm. “Shall we?” he said, talking to Violet.
Violet’s expression turned declining, her eyes avoiding Sly’s gaze. “No, I am not hungry, I want to go home,” she said.
Sly’s expression turned persuasive, his eyes sparkling. “Oh, come on, you can’t come to my house and not eat before leaving,” he said.
Violet’s expression turned firm, her eyes serious. “I will rather not, sir, since we are done here, I will like to take my leave,” she said.
Sly’s expression turned understanding, his eyes warm. “Ok, I won’t force you against your will, but can you promise me you will eat with me next time?” he asked.
Violet stared confusedly at him, her expression turning perplexed, her eyebrows furrowing.
Some hours later, Violet returned home and was surprised to see Shawn sitting in his mini bar, sipping from his drink. She knew she was doomed because she was home late. Her expression turned nervous, her eyes darting around the room.
Shawn’s expression turned stern, his eyes narrowing. “Why are you just coming?” he asked.
Violet’s expression turned apologetic, her eyes cast downward. “Um, am sorry, there was a lot to do in school, and the traffic was bad as well,” she said nervously.
Shawn turned to his drink, his expression turning uninterested, his eyes avoiding Violet’s gaze. Violet noticed and quickly climbed the staircase to her room.
When she got to her room, she sighed in relief, her expression turning grateful, her eyes closing. She started to take off her clothes, her movements relaxed.
Meanwhile, Sly was in his balcony, sipping from his drink while smirking, his expression turning triumphant, his eyes sparkling.
Then, one of his men called from behind, his expression turning formal, his eyes respectful. “Sir,” he bowed.
Sly’s expression turned commanding, his eyes stern. “I want you to keep an eye on her, know where she stays and who she is leaving with, understand?” he said, still turning his back against him.
His man’s expression turned obedient, his eyes nodding. “Yes, Boss,” he said and walked away.
Sly’s expression turned sinister, his eyes glinting. “Patient, my little one, soon you will be home with me. How grown and beautiful you have become. I have waited eighteen years for you, and it’s time to bring you back to where you belong,” he smirked, continuing to sip from his drink.
The next day, Violet resumed fully, her expression turning focused, her eyes determined. She noticed the kind treatment the staffs were giving her, and she wondered why, her expression turning curious, her eyebrows raising.
After she was done for the day, she walked to the bus station, her expression turning relaxed, her eyes gazing around. A black-tinted SUV car parked in front of her, the glass winding down, revealing Sly’s smiling face.
Violet’s expression turned surprised, her eyes widening, and then she became nervous, her eyes darting around at the people staring at her.
Sly’s expression turned charming, his eyes sparkling. “Hey, pretty, you wanna join me?” he asked.
Violet’s expression turned declining, her eyes avoiding Sly’s gaze. “No, thanks,” she said, standing up and rushing to the bus that just arrived.
Sly’s expression turned amused, his eyes twinkling. He smiled and wound up his glass, asking the driver to drive.
Later at home, Violet came home and was surprised to see Rachel coming out of the kitchen with a bowl of rice. Violet’s expression turned curious, her eyebrows raising, and she wondered what Rachel was doing.
Rachel’s expression turned welcoming, her eyes sparkling. “Oh, hey, you are back,” she said, smiling.
Violet’s expression turned slightly guarded, her eyes narrowing. “Um, yeah,” she said. Her expression turned casual, her eyes warm. “Is he back from work?” she asked.
Rachel’s expression turned clarifying, her eyebrows raising. “You mean your Dad?” she asked.
Violet nodded, her expression turning expectant, her eyes sparkling.
“No, I guess he is stuck in traffic,” Rachel said.
Violet’s expression turned innocent, her eyes wide. “Does he know you are here?” Violet asked.
Rachel’s expression turned mischievous, her eyes twinkling. “No, dear, I actually came to surprise him,” she said.
Violet’s expression turned teasing, her eyes sparkling. “Oh, so, this means you two are fully together,” Violet said, smiling.
Rachel’s expression turned playful, her eyes warm. “Well, we are still catching up,” she said.
Violet’s expression turned appreciative, her eyes widening. “Ok, by the way, that smells good,” Violet said.
Rachel’s expression turned inviting, her eyes warm. “Thank you, you can go in to freshen up and then come down and eat,” she said.
Violet nodded, her expression turning grateful, her eyes smiling, as she left for her room.
