HARRIET'S POV
I woke up blindfolded.
It didn't take long for past events to rush back to me.
"Oh no, my dad!" I wanted to scream, but my voice was caught in my throat.
I was in a chair but surprisingly, I wasn't tied up or restrained in any way.
Without thinking twice, I removed the blindfold from my face.
I froze.
Sitting right in front of me was a good-looking gentleman with piercing green eyes and dark brown hair.
His face was chiseled, and his presence exuded an aura of power and authority.
"You finally woke up," his cold voice echoed.
"Who are you?" I asked, trying to hide the fear that made my voice shake.
He chuckled and ignored my question.
My eyes drifted to the symbol on his suit, and that was when I realized who I was dealing with.
Don Marco Sanchez, the ruthless Mafia King, was right in front of me!
I once overheard some customers I served talking about him. They mentioned how extremely dangerous he was and said he had this dragon head tag he always wore on his suits.
"Why did you bring me here?" I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper.
Don Marco's expression turned icy. "No one dares to question me," he growled, his voice commanding and authoritative.
I felt a chill run down my spine. I was scared to open my mouth again, fearing that he could easily harm me if I pushed him too far.
He grabbed a sheet from his desk and looked straight into my eyes. "Harriet Blackwood, 21 years old, dropped out of college, mom died when she was seven, dad's sick, and she's still a virgin."
He dropped the sheet and served me another cold look.
I was shocked and terrified. How the hell did he know so much about me? What was going on?
"How do you... know all these?" I managed to ask, trying to keep my voice steady.
"That is not needed girl," he replied.
"What do you want from me?" I spoke, tears welling up in my eyes. "I'm just an innocent girl trying to live my life. Please, let me go. I owe you nothing.
He leaned back in his chair, and I could sense a small smirk on his face. "Let's just say you are valuable to me."
I was about to ask what he meant by that when a gentleman suddenly entered the room, which I assumed was the Mafia King's office.
The walls of the office were painted with a deep burgundy shade and was adorned with paintings that I believed to be extremely expensive.
In the center of the room was his desk, which I also assumed was made from a luxurious and expensive wood, judging by its polished appearance.
My mind quickly shifted back to the Mafia King and the gentleman who had entered.
I recognised him immediately. It was that same guy I had supposed was the leader the time I was captured.
He kept whispering some words to the Mafia King.
He stood with his hand behind his back the entire time, a gesture of respect to his master, I guess.
He looked very frantic and desperate that I couldn't help but wonder what was wrong.
I strained my ears to hear their conversation, but then I realized he was speaking Spanish.
"Mátalos! Nadie se atreve a acercarse a mi territorio," Don Sanchez replied in spanish.
I wondered what he said, because his green eyes were boiling with anger.
The imposing gentleman with the heavy Mexican accent nodded and left the room.
Don Sanchez cleared his throat, his expression so unreadable.
"Back to the good virgin girl," he said, his tone low and menacing.
"How do you know I'm a virgin?" I demanded. "And why are you keeping me here?"
He chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Easy girl."
"The only thing you should be worried about is this." He said and slid a document across the table to me.
I hesitated.
"And... what is that?" I asked, my voice shaking.
"It's a contract with a rather... generous offer," he said with no emotions on his face. "One million dollars for your virginity."
I felt like I'd been punched in the gut.
"What?" I reacted, shock and outrage written all over my face. "You think you can just buy me like some kind of commodity?"
This guy thought he could get anything he wanted with money?
So he abducted me because of this?
"Don Sanchez, let me say this straight into your face. I appreciate your offer, but I'm not one of those girls. I can't trade my body for money," I spat.
I was trembling, knowing very well who I was talking to.
He smirked. "You're making a very big mistake."
I stood tall, trying to hide my fear. "I'm ready to bear the consequences of that mistake. Thank you and goodbye," I stood up from the chair and turned to leave the office.
I acting like a hard girl, but my heart felt heavy as I headed for the door. What if he shot me?
Just as I twisted the doorknob, my cellphone rang in my pocket. I quickly pulled it out and saw that it was Doctor Leo calling again.
I let out a sigh of desperation and picked up the call.
"Miss Harriet, we haven't heard from you. Your dad's condition is deteriorating rapidly. We need the money for the surgery," he said.
I could sense the urgency in his voice.
I fought back tears.
"Don't worry, I'll bring the money very soon," I replied, trying to sound confident.
I hung up the call, feeling trapped. I had no choice now. I had to make a difficult decision to save my father's life.
I slowly turned back to the Mafia King.
"What's it? Changed your mind?" he asked, an evil smile playing on his lips.
I took a deep breath. "A million dollars for my virginity?" I asked once more, wanting to be sure.
He nodded. "Yes."
I steeled myself and walked back to the desk. "I'm ready."
"You're now thinking straight," he said mockingly.
I just couldn't hide my tears, knowing that I was going to sell my body to the devil himself...