Sold To Mafia

In the darkened room, her heart pounded wildly as she was shoved forward. The sharp, unforgiving voices of her captors filled the air.

"She's perfect for the job. I expect full payment," the man sneered, his eyes cold and calculating as he tightened his grip on her arm.

Across the room stood the mafia king—a man with an aura as dark as midnight, his gaze piercing as he observed her with quiet intensity. He tilted his head, his voice a low growl. "Does she know what she's here for?"

The man holding her chuckled cruelly. "Doesn't matter. She’ll learn."

She clenched her fists, meeting the mafia boss's gaze defiantly. "I'm not here by choice."

The mafia boss smirked, his eyes glinting. "You don’t get a choice now. You’re mine."