Sold/Contracted

CARLY'S POV

As I stood waiting for his reply, Marco walked in with a briefcase.

"You see, Little Davison" Alessandro began as he sat on the chair, Marco walked behind him and stood by his right hand side.

"I'm not little Davison! My name's Carly." I cut in.

He stared at me, and continued;

"Your father failed in his own part of the deal, and now he owes me a fortune, and I'm pretty sure you know about all that, well he called this morning."

"First of all my father's debt is not my responsibility! And if you didn't notice, the last time you came to threaten my Dad, I wasn't in that little stupid Meeting!" I shot back, my anger overcoming some of my fear.

He smirked, which made me more angrier, "I'm clearly not the one who owes you money, so why am I here instead of my Dad." I snapped.

"Normally, you'd be right," Alessandro said, leaning back in the chair. "But your father willingly gave you up to serve me at least till he pays up."

"So as long as he owes me money, you serve me."

I swall