Chapter Nineteen

Adele

"Two nights of sex with one of your women," The man called Malaika added, loud laughter's echoed round the floor. 

My heart beat increased sporadically, my legs felt like jelly. What if he picked me? No, Mr Peterson won't ever allow that. 

And what if he did?

Mafia's were known to be heartless, after all my own father killed my mother just because she was in love with another man. This blind man must not claim me as his price, I will rather die than to be a whore to another man.

I expected the master to refuse, but he laughed along with the crowd. We women were beckoned to the stage, I was disgusted with the way the men were leering at us as if we are objects.

"Malaika! No one touches what belongs to me." Mr Peterson warned, before telling him to go ahead.

"Yes, King." The man replie