Love Slave to the Mafia Boss's Passion 18

That’s impossible. My parents never mentioned taking out any debt from the mafia and definitely not five hundred million dollars. What would they even need that much money for anyways? We lived a normal life. We didn’t have any crazy money to spend like that.

I turned to look behind me at my sobbing grandmother who had a look of absolute shock on her face. I knew it, this is probably also my grandmother’s first-time hearing about all this. I was worried about my grandmother. She looked so pale like she could pass out at any moment and her silent sobbing cries had gotten louder as the situation worsened around us.

“It’s just as the contract states. Your parents borrowed five hundred million dollars from our boss and we’re here to get it back. Simple,” the man continued in a passionless voice.

Simple. My foot.

I looked down at the contract that I clutched tightly in my trembling hand. Scanning it, I could see the words and figures of five hundred million dollars. The signature of both of my parents were on the document. Did they really take out this ridiculous loan? Why?

“But…my parents passed away many years ago…” I whispered, still unable to come to terms with this.

I was in no position to pay off any debt. We could barely afford to get by. We had no money to spare, let alone the five hundred million dollars that the man was talking about.

“Exactly. That’s why we’ve been looking high and low for you, their only daughter. Since your parents are dead, you’ll have to pay the boss back,” the man said while nodding his head.

“But…I don’t have any money…” I said, completely at a loss.

boss wants his money back. So, you’re coming with us,” the

reached forward in astonishing speed and was gripping my wrist tightly in his large hand. He didn’t hold me too tightly and it didn’t hurt but no matter how much I struggled against

cried out loudly

both of us. My boss has ordered me to bring you to him if you don’t have any money

refuse!” I

women and old grannies isn’t my thing. I suggest you stop struggling now and come

heard my grandmother call out my name repeated in a strained and broken voice when she witnessed the physical struggle

grandmother was silent. I turned around to see that she had

at the man, tears stinging my eyes. This is the

and get dear granny there to the closest hospital. Girl, you’re coming with me,” the man instructed one of his teammates

being lifted off the floor. The man carries me up and threw me across his shoulder effortlessly. I cried out in

called out as loudly as I could

felt tears running down my face. Is

…

the mafia, stuffed into a car with her hands and feet