A woman was on her knees, trembling with fear. Tears streamed down her face as she held Ryan Morgan's leg tightly.
P..please, just give me a little more time, please, she begged, her voice shaking.
I...I'll return your money. I swear.
Ryan Morgan leaned back on the sofa. He watched the lady with cold amusement, his sharp, blue eyes showing no sympathy.
Aishh... Just stop it already, you said the same thing last time & the time before that.
What you think of me , huh?? Do I look like a man who enjoys being lied to??
Ryan said, his voice calm but with a warning tone.
The woman cried out, N...no no! I swear, I'm not lying!.
She gripped His leg even tighter.
I...I just need a few more weeks, please.
Ryan exhaled slowly... shaking his head.
He turned to Robert (His right hand), who was standing nearby watching the scene with a blank expression.
"Check the house," Ryan ordered. "Make sure she's not hiding anything valuable from me."
Robert nodded and started searching the house.
And after a few minutes he was back downstairs.
Boss, I didn't find anything here.... except....
He paused,
A girl sleeping upstairs.
Ryan frowned.
Hmmm..... His gut told him to check for himself like there's something wrong. Without a word, he stood up & walked towards the stairs.
Robert, take care of her till I see that girl myself.
He said, looking at the crying woman before heading upstairs.
He pushed the bedroom door open, stepping inside silently...huh..what a shitty house. His sharp gaze landed on the small figure curled up in the bed ....hugging a pillow.
He took a step closer, his eyes scanning her pretty face— & he froze.
Mmmm.... He exhaled softly. What a pretty girl... sleeping so peacefully, just like a baby, unaware of his presence.
Ryan smirked. He reached out & gently....pulled the pillow from her grasp.
The girl whimpered in her sleep..... shifting slightly before lying flat on the bed. Her eyebrows furrowed as she whined softly.... seemingly searching for the lost warmth of the pillow.
Ryan looked at her entire body & licked his lips as his gaze stayed on her long, pretty lashes, perfectly shaped eyebrows, pinkish cheeks, soft, juicy lips, exposed collarbone, delicate neck & curvy figure.
He smirked & slowly ran his thumb over her lips, the urge to taste them overwhelming him. He wanted to make this little angel HIS....…
He licked his lips. Tch. Damn. What a beauty.
Oho, lady you said you have nothing & you were hiding a beauty like this.
He leaned in slightly, letting his lips brush against her soft lips in a... fleeting touch.
She whimpered in her sleep.
Ryan pulled back slowly, licking his lips.
Mmmm.... strawberry. Must be her lip balm.
This is getting interested now.....soon , you'll be in my arms, little one.
He whispered with a smirk before standing up & leaving the room
When he returned to the small living room, the woman was still kneeling & her head bowed in fear.
Robert had forced her to sit properly in front of Ryan
So... Who is the .... girl in that room?
Ryan asked, his voice deep, sending a shiver down the woman's spine.
'S... she's my stepdaughter,' the woman shuttered.
"Ohoo... perfect!" Ryan's smirk widened.
Her face paled.
Well, I think.....I have a deal for you, Ryan said smoothly, leaning forward.
D...deal??? W-what is it?? She asked hesitantly.
Give her to me & I'll erase your debt, he said directly like it was a business deal.
Her eyes widened. Robert's did too.
Because Ryan Morgan had always cared only about money.
Like many people tried to offer him their daughters & sons before.... hoping to save their lives BUT.....Ryan Morgan...the ruthless mafia had killed them instantly.
Any now —here he was —offering the deal himself?? Like what the fuck dude!!!
If I give her.....so you'll leave me alone, right???
She asked, her fear was replaced by hope.
Ryan smirked.
Mmm—hmm ..... I'm a man of my word. Unlike you.....who runs away instead of paying on time.
There was silence for a few sec.
Damn! That was fucking scary.
So?? What do you say?? Ryan said.
Y...yeah....ok... I'm ready. She said without any hesitation.
Ryan's smirked deepend. Heh ..... Good! Have her ready by .....8:00..... No.... Actually by 10:00 PM. I've some business to take care of first.
He stood up to leave but.....then paused, glancing at her one last time.
Oh yeah, one more thing, he said.
Don't tell her anything...I wanna see the look on her pretty face when.....she realizes she belongs to me now.
And with that, he walked out, leaving her behind.....her breath shaky with relief.
She grabbed a glass of water — gulping it down before a twisted smirk crossed her lips.
Tch.....so that little bitch wasn't useless after all, hahaha , she murmured & laughed staring toward the girl's room.
She scoffed, shaking her head.
Hah..... but I don't understand what the biggest mafia boss sees in that little brat..... but whatever.....if it keep me alive then.....I really don't give a shit.
She winced as she touched her bruises on her arm sighing heavily .
Son of a bitch! He's a beast, she murmured.
That bastard broke me completely.....!
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POV (Aria's)
8:00 PM
I woke up, stretching as I got up of bed. I had slept deeply, unaware of what happened had downstairs.
I walked down to our small living room, finding my stepmom sitting on the sofa, her face unreadable.
Good evening mom, I greeted softly.
She barely glanced at me.
Go make dinner. She ordered.
I frowned but didn't argue & turned towards the kitchen.
And yes....some guests are coming tonight. Wear something nice, she added.
I paused glancing at her.
A—Are you okay??
I asked noticing the bruises on her arms that seemed weird.
She stiffened. You heard what I said, didn't you?? She snapped.
I flinched. O—okay. I'll be ready on time.
After dinner, I went to upstairs to change.
By 10:00 PM, I had dressed neatly, ready to meet the supposed fucking 'guests.'
I let out a slow breath, smoothing down my dress as I walked down the stairs, fixing my short black hair. My stepmother's cold eyes met mine as I approached her.
"When are they coming (why the fuck I even care)?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
Before she could answer, Booomm!!!!
the doorbell rang.
A strange chill ran down my spine that was really weird.
"Go open the door," she said with a smirk.
I hesitated like really hesitated. Hmmm… Something felt off. But.....Do I had another choice??? Hell no!
I shook the thought away and walked toward the door, my little heart beating a little faster for some reason.
I opened it—only to freeze. Holy shit!!!
Ooh… noo.
A tall, muscular man stood in front of me & it wasn't a dream.He was fucking handsome. His aura screamed danger...I didn't like that. Sharp blue eyes drank me in like I was something to be devoured, I might had like this if only the circumstances were different but like this....nahhhh.....& then...… his lips curved into a slow.... wicked smirk. He licked them lazily, making my stomach twist. ( & I really had no fucking idea why did he lick his lips??)
"oh... hello beautiful," he greeted, his deep , sexy voice sending a cold shiver down my spine.
I swallowed hard. "H-Hello. Please.... come in." My voice came out weaker than I wanted it to & I quickly stepped aside or what else was I supposed to do??
He walked in... his presence overwhelming. I could feel his gaze on me, heavy & shameless (Asshole). My steps felt stiff as I led him inside....the air in the room suddenly too thick.
"Welcome!!! Mr. Morgan," my stepmother said smoothly & that was weird, she never acted that polite before.
Ryan barely spared her a glance. His eyes? Those fucking blue eyes.....Still locked on me.
Robert, he called out suddenly.
I flinched.
And then...Booomm!!! A man entered, handing some papers to my stepmother. She took them without hesitation and quickly signed, she seemed happy But Why????
I frowned & my stomach twisting again.
"W....what's happening?" I asked, my voice wary.
My stepmother turned to me with a cold smirk & her expression sending alarms blaring in my head.
"I sold you to Mr. Morgan," she said, so casually.... so heartlessly....like....like she was discussing the weather. Freaking bitch!!!!
My world stopped.
Huh????? W-What? I whispered in disbelief, my breath catching in my throat like what the fuck was going on??
Ryan Morgan , that bastard stepped closer & his warm fingers gripping my small chin lightly.....tilting my face up. What a piece of shit.... what he thinks he is????
"You heard her, my baby girl," he murmured, smirking. "You're mine now."
A wave of disgust and fear crawled up my spine. What a mf.....
No. NO way , nO, noooo.
I stumbled back, my knees buckling as I ran to my stepmother, falling to the ground.
"Am .. Amma—" I choked, the old habit slipping out before I could stop it. My voice cracked. "Please..... tell me this is a joke. Y-You love me, right Amma?"
Her laughter was cruel & sharp. It sliced right through me. Ahhh!
"Aishh!!! Love you? Not even in my dreams, useless girl" She sneered. "You were just a fucking burden. Now, at least you're worth something."
I shook my head, tears spilling freely now. "No… Nooo, you're lying."
Ryan let out an exaggerated sigh. "Aishh. Enough with the drama."
Damn! before I could even react, his fucking fingers wrapped around my wrist in an iron grip, yanking me to my feet.
"No! Let me go! Please!" I screamed, struggling my heart pounding wildly against my ribs.
My stepmother only smirked, leaning against the doorframe as if this was all just entertainment to her.
"Goodbye, my useless stepdaughter," she mocked before shutting the door in my face....such a greedy bitch.
Sadly, I barely had time to process the shit that was going on before Ryan dragged me outside and threw me into the car like I was a thing not a human.
"Ahhhhhh —" My breath left me in a gasp as I hit the seat, my hands scrambling to open the door but.... Holy shit.
Locked.
No, no, no—
"Let's go," Ryan ordered the driver, his voice cold, fina
l.
I banged on the car door, sobbing. "Let me go! Please!"
Ryan just smirked.
"Ahh, baby girl… Don't make me angry." His voice was a dark warning. "Sit down like a good girl."
My body trembled, tears blurring my vision as the car drove toward my new prison.