SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD

Damian I signed the contract before me, pressing so hard the track of my signature left a groove on the paper. I looked at the papers one last time before sliding the papers over to Hope’s side for her to sign too. Both our parents were in the room as witnesses, after all they were the reason we were doing this in the first place. I looked at her again and for a second our eyes met, she was still a child, her eyes were puffy and red from all the crying. I quickly looked away as she looked back down at the papers that were going to bind us together for life. She focused on the papers in front of her for a while before she looked up at me again, unable to hold the tears, as if asking for help, I looked away she turned her gaze to her father her father. He was her father, he was supposed to protect her, that was literally his job, but instead he sold her to us, to my family to my father in order to pay off his debt. But his father just kept his gaze focused on the ground, unable

Hope I stepped out of the Limo into the well polished compound that held the beautiful home of Damian Spears. It was a mansion built on only God knows how many acres of land. It had what looked like an infinity swimming pool going all the way to the ocean. There was a garden full of different kind of flowers, there was even a play area for kids and a fish pond. Not exactly what I had imagined his home would look like. He however had men in black suits in almost every corner of the house. That part I had imagined. A woman who seemed little older cme our to greet us. "Good afternoon ma'am." She said with a huge smile on her face. "Am Alba the house keeper,i will take this upstairs for you." She said taking my bag. "I have known Alba since I was a young boy myself. She will get you settled in okay." Damon said gesturing for me to follow Alba. I walked slowly following Alba, as soon as i stepped through the front door it leaked sophistication. The house's interior was breath tak

Hope. I don't remember much about what happened after we arrived at the gala. Camera flashes burst around us like fireworks as we walked the length of the press gauntlet. Everyone was asking who the mystery woman on Damian's arm was and i was feeling so overwhelmed i just wanted to get away. But I guess this was part of the job, my job now. The moment we crossed over into the building someone called him giving me a chance to go to the ladies room to freshen up. My anxiety was kicking in and I being mostly socially arkward. I didn't like being around this many people. I thought about hiding out in the bathrooms until the whole thing was over, but who was I kidding? Damian would have his men hunt me down in a matter of minutes. I quickly touched up my lipstick and eyeliner and walked out ready to fake smile for the million people who wanted a picture. I spotted Damian on the other side of the room still talking to his colleagues, i walked over to the bar and was about to ask for a

Hope. The whole ride to the party was silent, Damian still seemed in deep thoughts and moody as ever. He spent the whole ride in his phone and making different phone calls and from what I could tell, they all were business related. My sister's visit had really rattled him, which was weird to me. But it didn’t help that he had no interest in talking to me either, we were back to our normal routine, where he ignored my entire existence, normally I wouldn’t mind but today considering the fact that his fingers were literally inside me a few minutes ago I was a little offended. “Hey are you okay? Is everything alright?” I finally asked when the limo pulled up and the driver signaled to us that we were there. He looked at me with his usual blank stare without saying anything then went back to looking at his phone. “This is getting old even for you Damian, you can’t play this hot and cold game with me anymore, a few minutes ago your head was buried deep inside me and now you are not even

Hope. Damian sat across from me with a huge grin on his face, chomping on a piece of sausage. I tore my bread into pieces and glared at him. He was gloating. Fucking gloating. The broken she'll of a man from Las night was gone if my inner thighs weren't swollen I would have thought I imagined the whole thing. He was back to being the smug arrogant man he was, acting like a few hours ago he wasn’t buried deep inside me. “I hate you.” i hissed more so to myself given that I didn't think he would have heard me. I hated myself more. How could I have done what I did? How in hell had I enjoyed it, having sex with him? He had made me cum three times. Three times! I had felt… Fuck, what had I felt for him? The man had made me cum, that was all. Any feelings were physical. Sexual. “You liked me just fine a little while ago.” He bit into a piece of Nutella smeared toast, a little of the chocolate paste sticking to the side of his mouth. He wiped it with his thumb then made a show of l