SOLD TO A MAFIA AT SIXTEEN
Sold To A Mafia At Sixteen – Episode 61
THEME: His slave
© Isabella Library
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Smith was in his office, a triumphant smile spreading across his face as he celebrated with his colleagues.
“We should celebrate my friend, the victory is ours,” he said, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
His colleagues cheered, and they hit their glasses together. “Cheers to freedom!” the first man exclaimed, a grin on his face.
“Exactly!” the second man agreed, his eyes shining with excitement.
As they continued celebrating, one of Smith’s men rushed in, a look of panic etched on his face. “What? Speak!” Smith demanded, his expression turning serious.
“Boss, there is a problem,” the man said, his voice trembling. “A fire just gushed down the warehouse.”
The room fell silent, and Smith’s colleagues looked at each other in shock. “How?” the first man asked, his voice laced with concern.
Smith’s face turned red with rage. “Who did that?!” he yelled, slamming his fist on the table.
The man took a step back, his eyes wide with fear. “Our men are still trying to investigate who did it, sir,” he stammered.
Smith’s face twisted in anger. “No!” he groaned, his voice echoing through the room. He turned to his men, his eyes blazing with fury. “Find out who did it and bring the person’s head to me,” he ordered, his voice cold and menacing.
His men bowed and left, their faces somber. Smith’s colleagues exchanged worried glances.
“This is bad,” the second man said, his voice laced with concern. “All our highest investors’ goods are in that warehouse. What are we going to tell them when the news escalates?”
Meanwhile, Shawn was in his underground secret room, his face illuminated only by the glow of his cigarette. He was drinking and smoking, his eyes fixed on some point in the distance.
He got a call from one of his men, and a smirk spread across his face as he listened to the news. “Yes,” he said, his voice low and gravelly. “Good job.”
He hung up the phone, blew out a stream of smoke, and gulped his drink. His thoughts suddenly drifted to Sofia, and his expression softened slightly.
He took another gulp of his drink, and then his cell phone beeped, signaling an incoming message from his men. He glanced through it, his eyes narrowing, and then stood up, leaving the room.
He came to the living room, where Troy was watching the news of the burnt warehouse. Troy’s face was serious, his eyes fixed on the screen.
Shawn turned to leave, but Troy called him back. “Where are you going?” he asked, his voice curious.
Shawn didn’t look back, his face set in a determined expression. “I’ll be back,” he said, and left the room.
Troy sighed, knowing that Shawn was out for revenge. He shook his head, his eyes filled with concern.
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Mark and his family were watching the news, their faces filled with shock.
“This is really bad,” V said, her voice trembling. “Who could have set up the fire?”
Mabel’s face was pale, her eyes wide with fear. “Maybe one of the workers left the switch on,” she suggested.
Mr. Mark’s face was grim, his eyes filled with concern. “This is a big loss,” he said.
“Did you invest with them?” Rachel asked.
Mr. Mark shook his head. “No, I wanted to, but I changed my mind,” he said.”This is one of the biggest warehouse and higher investor put all thier life investment in it and now it has been burnt down to ashes, I feel for Smith”.He added.
Mrs. Ruth’s face was sympathetic, her eyes filled with pity. “Accident do happen,” she said. “Maybe there is a reason why it happened.”
The family sighed, their faces filled with worry and concern.
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Smith and his business partner were in grief, their faces etched with worry and concern. They sat in silence, trying to process the tragedy that had befallen them.
“Who could be doing this?” the second man wondered, his voice laced with desperation. His eyes were wide with fear, his face pale.
“We have to find a way to put an end to this before something more tragic hits us,” the first man said, his voice firm but laced with worry. His face was set in a determined expression, but his eyes betrayed his fear.
Smith’s face was grim, his eyes narrowed in thought. “My men have tried everything to know who the culprit was, and there’s no trace. A lot of people are calling because of the burnt warehouse,” he said, his voice low and even.
The first man nodded, his face sympathetic. “Me too,” he said, and they both sighed tiredly.
Just then, their phones beeped at the same time. They opened the message to see a video of their families being held hostage by unknown men, guns pointed at them.
The second man’s face turned white, his eyes wide with panic. “What?” he exclaimed, his voice shaking.
The first man’s face was equally shocked, his eyes filled with horror. “What?” he echoed, his voice barely above a whisper.
Smith’s face was confused, his eyes narrowed in question. “What?” he asked, looking at his partners in alarm.
They showed him the video on their phones, and Smith’s face turned grim, his eyes blazing with anger.
“Your families are being held at gunpoint? I thought your families were still in state,” Smith said, his voice incredulous.
The first man’s face was pale, his eyes filled with fear. “They came back last night to spend the holidays,” he said, his voice shaking.
The second man’s face was equally frightened. “Me too, mine was on their way coming. What do we do?” he panicked.
Smith’s face was set in a determined expression, his eyes narrowed in thought. “Someone is definitely messing with us,” he said, his voice low and even.
The second man’s face was desperate, his eyes filled with fear. “I have to find a way to save my family,” he said, and rushed out of the room, the first man following closely behind.
They got to their cars, and asked the drivers to go, unaware that their drivers had been knocked unconscious by Shawn’s men and thrown to the side of the building. Shawn’s men, dressed as their drivers, pretended to be in control, wearing nose masks to conceal their identities.
As soon as the cars started moving, they sprayed a sleeping spray inside, and the two men fell unconscious. Shawn’s men drove off, a sinister smile spreading across their faces.
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Meanwhile, Sofia was discharged from the hospital and brought home, her face looking somber and worried. Her family was trying to make her feel better, but she was clearly distraught.
“I want to see Shawn,” she said, her voice firm but laced with desperation. Her eyes were pleading, her face etched with concern.
Diana’s face was worried, her eyes filled with fear. “You can’t, Violet, he will k*ll you,” she said, her voice firm but gentle.
Sofia’s face was determined, her eyes flashing with conviction. “No, Shawn will never hurt me,” she said, her voice filled with certainty. “It’s been three days, and I haven’t been able to communicate with him. I need to see him and ask for forgiveness.”
Lucas’s face was filled with remorse, his eyes downcast. “You are not the one who needs to ask for forgiveness, I am,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Sofia’s face was desperate, her eyes filled with tears. “I can’t stay without talking to him, just let me go,” she said, trying to break free from her family’s grasp.
They held her hands, trying to calm her down, but she struggled hard, tears streaming down her face. She finally managed to break free and ran off, her family calling after her.
“Violet!” her grandma called, but Sofia ignored them and continued running.
Diana’s face was worried, her eyes filled with concern. “This is not good,” she said, sighing sadly. The family nodded in agreement, their faces etched with worry.
