SOLD TO A MAFIA AT SIXTEEN
Sold To A Mafia At Sixteen – Episode 63
THEME: His slave
© Isabella Library
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Shawn was still in deep thoughts, smoking, his face a mask of expressionless. His men came behind him, their faces cautious.
“Boss, should we proceed to the mission?” one of them asked, his voice low.
Shawn was quiet for a while, his eyes fixed on some point in the distance. “Let’s go,” he said, his voice firm.
His men nodded, their faces serious. “Ok, boss,” one of them said, and went inside to call the rest of the men.
They entered the car, their faces set in determined expressions. Shawn’s face was still, his eyes fixed on the road ahead.
“Send the location to the police,” he said.
His man nodded, his face serious. “Ok, boss,” he said, and they drove off.
In less than an hour, the police raided the place, saving the culprit’s families and handcuffing the two men as they drove away.
Meanwhile, Sofia’s family was worried about why their daughter was taking so long. Lucas’s face was filled with concern, his eyes downcast.
“I think I should turn myself in and face the punishment once and for all,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. His family turned to him, their faces filled with sadness.
“No, you won’t!” Smith said, appearing at the door entrance, his face twisted in a smirk.
Lucas’s face was surprised, his eyes wide with fear. “Smith,” he called, his voice shaking.
Smith’s face was evil, his eyes glinting with malice. “Surprised to see me,” he said, and sat down on the couch, his legs crossed, his men surrounding the building.
Grandma’s face was worried, her eyes filled with fear. “Please, what do you want?” she asked, her voice trembling.
Smith’s face was twisted in a cruel smile. “I am not here for any of you, but for one particular person who will bring Shawn to me and have his head on my plate,” he said, and laughed evilly.
Lucas’s face was filled with disgust, his eyes blazing with anger. “There is no one that will help you with that, you are a horrible person, just give yourself in and let everyone have peace,” he said, his voice firm.
Smith’s face was unyielding, his eyes cold. “Not when I said it’s over,” he said, and smirked. Just then, Sofia walked in, looking sober, her face cast down. Smith’s face lit up with a cruel smile. “Right on time,” he said.
Before Sofia could realize what was happening, two of Smith’s men grabbed her hands, holding her in place. Diana’s face was filled with fear, her eyes wide with terror.
“Please, let my daughter go, please,” she begged, tears streaming down her face.
Sofia’s face was contorted in fear, her eyes wide with terror. “Let me go!” she cried out, struggling against the men who held her.
Lucas’s face was worried, his eyes filled with concern. “Smith, let’s talk about this, she has nothing to do with this,” he said, his voice pleading.
Smith’s face was twisted in a cruel smile, his eyes glinting with malice. “You and I are done talking,” he said, standing up to leave.
“Let’s go,” he said, and his men dragged Sofia away, her family trying to stop them but held down by guns pointing at them.
Lucas’s face was desperate, his eyes filled with fear. “Smith, please,” he said, his voice shaking.
Smith’s face was unyielding, his eyes cold. “If they try to do anything stupid, you know what to do,” he said, talking to his men who were aiming guns at Lucas and his family.
“Yes, boss,” they said, and Smith left, while the two men stood behind, holding Lucas and his family hostage.
Sofia was dragged into the car, her face contorted in fear. She struggled against the men, her eyes wide with terror. “Let me go! Mom! Dad!” she cried out as they zoomed off.
Later, Shawn returned home, his face set in a determined expression. He rushed into the living room, searching around the place.
Troy was looking at him from the staircase, a knowing glint in his eye. He knew Shawn was looking for Sofia.
“She left an hour ago,” Troy said, his voice casual. Shawn’s face was tense, his eyes narrowed. He looked at Troy, his expression unreadable. “You are looking for Sofia, right?” He teased, a smirk on his face. He ignored him, walking past him. “Is not too hard to go see her, I know you miss her,” Troy continued talking, but Shawn slammed the door of his room against him, shutting him out.
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Sofia was dragged to a secret hideout in a deep forest, her face contorted in fear and anger. She was pushed to the floor, and she glared up at Smith with hatred in her eyes.
“You bastard!” she spat at him, her voice venomous.
Smith’s face was twisted in a cruel smile, his eyes glinting with malice. “Call me whatever names you want, you are just going to die anyway,” he smirked.
“You will never get away with this,” she said, her voice firm.
“I always do,” he said, and started moving around the room, his eyes fixed on Sofia. “You, my friend, is going to bring Shawn down here for me,” He said, his voice dripping with malice.
Her face was set in a stubborn expression, her eyes flashing with anger. “In your dreams!” she said rudely.
His face was amused, his eyes gleaming with pleasure. “Hmm, acting stubborn right? I like that,” he said.
“You will never get to him, rather he will come for you and it’s going to be your end, and you’re going to get the same fate you made his family get!” she spat. Her voice was filled with venom, her eyes blazing with hatred.
Smith’s face turned red with anger, his eyes blazing with fury. He slapped Sofia hard on the face, making her bleed from her lips. “You shut up!” he yelled. His face was twisted in a cruel smile, his eyes gleaming with malice. “He is nothing to me, I will crush him like I did to his family thirty years ago,” he groaned angrily.
“He is not a weak five-year-old boy you once knew… Do you ever wonder why God kept him alive?” she smirked. “I will tell you, it’s for him to end your life and take revenge for what you did to his family!” she yelled.
Smith’s face twisted in rage, he slapped Sofia again, making her fall to the ground.
His face was twisted in rage, his eyes blazing with fury. “I will kill you first!” he said, pointing a gun at Sofia.
“Go ahead! I am not afraid of you, pick someone your own size, you nitwit!” she said rudely.Her eyes flashing with defiance.
One of Smith’s men stepped forward, his face calm. “Boss, calm down, she is trying to get through your head, remember we need her to get what we want,” he said calmly.
Smith’s face was still twisted in anger, but he seemed to be regaining control. “Sure,” he said, trying to calm his nerves, and then handed the gun to one of his men.
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Meanwhile, Sofia’s family was still being held hostage, crying and begging for their daughter’s safety. Just then, they heard gunshots from outside, and they screamed in fear.
The two men holding them hostage were surprised, looking around to see where the gunshots were coming from. “Don’t move an inch,” they warned, and moved outside slowly with their guns.
They came outside to find themselves surrounded by Shawn’s men. Shawn stood in the middle of his men, his face cold and determined. Smith’s men looked down to see their colleagues who had been assigned to guard the outside of the house lying dead on the ground. They panicked and surrendered, raising their hands up.
Two of Shawn’s men moved to them, grabbing their guns and pinning them to the ground. Shawn went inside to see the frightened faces of Sofia’s family, their eyes closed in fear.
He looked around, but there was no sign of Sofia. “Where is Sofia?” he asked, his voice cold and demanding.
Sofia’s family opened their eyes to meet his gaze, their faces filled with fear and worry.
