The Mafia Lord's Slave

"I raised you so well that you became this big, Jean. Shouldn't you return the favour to me?" Said Jean's mother, cupping her cheeks with both hands.

"N... no! I beg you, Mom." Jean trembled, holding back her tears and begged someone she called Mom.

"Hey... Don't cry. I only sell your body for people to enjoy, not taking your body organs. Be a filial daughter to me, Jean. I promise to pay you back." Jean's mother seduced her.

##

"Jean Florence, 20 years old, virgin." Said a man who introduced the women one by one. 

Those women would be used to satisfy the lust of the mashers who have been waiting while choosing which woman they decided to spend the night with.

"Two hundred billion to free her." Said a man in a deep voice, offering such a high price for only one prostitute.

Everyone turned to see the man who directly dared to bid at a fantastic price.

All women's eyes were hypnotised with the perfect body shape he had—the mysterious man. 

The women there thought Jean was fortunate to be freed by a handsome man like a Greek God.

##

"Open it." The mysterious man ordered Jean to open the dress she was wearing.

Jean obeyed what the man said because she thought that man had bought her. Everything in her, including her body, belonged to him without exception.

Jean opened the zippers on her back. The dress she wore immediately fell to the floor because it was sleeveless only at the chest.

It was crystal clear that Jean's body was not covered by anything. Somehow, her bottom was only covered with a thin cloth.

Jean covered her upper body with her hands because the mysterious man intensely stared at her. His stare made her uncomfortable.

The man approached Jean, who was still frozen with a slightly trembling body with fear.

"Open." He coldly ordered her again.

Jean then opened her hand.

The man whispered right in her ear.

"I bought you at a brothel-" The man paused.

"So ... You are my bitch.

CHAPTER 1

New York City, one of the busiest cities in America. A city with all its routines without knowing the time.

In fact, not a few people made the night a time for activity, whether it was for work or just having fun. 

Just like now, even though it was almost early morning, it did not dampen new people's enthusiasm about starting their activities.

It wasn't a surprise because not a few of them made the night their daily routine. 

What about Jean?  She was the same as them. She turned night into day and day into day. It made no difference to her because she had to do activities such as working for a living in a metropolitan city day and night. 

Jean worked at a cafe during the day, and at night, she worked at a nightclub.  

During the day, Jean worked at a cafe, and at night, she worked at a nightclub. 

"Jean, deliver this drink to the VIP room, now." Cheryl gave an order, one of Jean's co-workers. 

What distinguished Jean from all her co-workers was that Jean's job was only to deliver and mixed drinks. Meanwhile, Jean's friends not only served drinks and delivered them but served whatever VIP guests asked for, including plus-plus services. 

Jean frowned. It was very unusual for Cheryl to ask her to deliver drinks for VIP guests. 

Usually, Cheryl was the most excited one when VIP guests asked for something. 

Jean thought in amazement. 

The waiter, of course, was very enthusiastic about VIP guests. In addition to their great tips, Jean's friends were happy to serve VIP guests from the upper class who were sure to pay fantastic fees to satisfy their desires. 

However, it didn't apply to Jean. She was too lazy to deliver drinks to VIP guests because she thought their attitude was much lower, even though they were from the upper class. They only took advantage of their position to get satisfaction. 

"Are you seriously asking me to deliver this to the VIP guests?" Said Jean, confirming. 

Cheryl nodded in response. 

"Why? You don't want to?" She asked.

"Nope, usually you're the most enthusiastic one about serving them. So it's strange that you refused and asked me instead to deliver this." Jean held up two super expensive wines in her hands.

Cheryl shrugged. 

"Just being lazy." She answered.

"Okay, I'll take them." 

Jean then walked with heavy steps towards the room for VIP guests, a room that the higher-ups could only reach. 

Jean brought a bottle of Champagne and a bottle of Red wine at an exorbitant price. It might also be the price for a few months of her salary here. 

Occasionally, Jean recited a prayer hoping not to be treated indecently by them. 

The memory of when one of the VIP guests asked Jean to accompany him to warm his bed made Jean give up serving VIP guests. let alone warming his bed. She even never dated anyone.

Jean was so busy at work that she had no time for dating. Her fellow friends even called her an endangered animal. At the age who has entered the legal label to have sex, how could she still keep it tight? 

And indeed, it was a rare thing today, especially in a big city like New York. Sex was a common thing to do. Again, not for Jean. 

Jean sighed before entering the room in front of the large door in a classic yet elegant style. 

"God, I hope that trash guy doesn't behave indecently to me." She chirped before finally entering the room. 

There were five men still in nest suits sitting with each woman on their laps. Even one man can be served by two women at once. 

In Jean's eyes, it was the most disgusting thing. She preferred to put the Champagne and Red wine quickly so she could go out as soon as possible without a problem. 

Just as Jean turned around, a man believed to be more than half a century old grabbed her wrist. Enduring the annoyance of fear of being fired by her boss, Jean turned around with a friendly smile printed on her tiny lips. 

"Do you need anything more, sir?" Jean asked as politely as possible. 

If it weren't at work, Jean maybe would have twisted the dirt-smelling man's hand until it bounced off the floor. 

The middle-aged man stood up and approached Jean. His hands stretched out freely to caress Jean's cute face. 

Jean turned her face away, disgusted by the old man's treatment who had dared to touch her face. 

She thought that her prayer wasn't answered. 

"Where are you going, beautiful? Why are you in such a hurry?" Said the middle-aged man who was now holding Jean's shoulder. 

The smell from his mouth was like an alcohol storage tank that made Jean nauseous. She even wanted to vomit liquid from her mouth right on his face. Of course, such thought only existed in Jean's mind. 

Indeed, she still needed to work. 

This time, the middle-aged man touched Jean's smooth thighs, who only wore a skirt above the knee with stockings as a compliment. 

Of course, it wasn't her wish to wear clothes like that, but all the nightclub workers where Jean worked wore the same costume as her. 

Jean was furious. No one should ever touch it. She would scold the man if a baritone didn't disturb the whole room. 

"She's mine," Said the one from the corner of the sofa where he sat. 

Jean looked at the deep voice owner. A voice with a stern tone to anyone who heard it. Only two words came out of his mouth that hypnotised the whole room, not to mention Jean, who was also frozen. 

Her heart was pounding more than usual, just because of hearing the man's words. 

The sharp gaze of the mysterious man and the perfect carving of the creator was extraordinary to him. 

His sturdy jaw was covered with fine hair. His piercing gaze locked onto anyone who stared at it. Not to mention, his grey-coloured eyes hypnotise anyone who looks at him.

"She's mine, Mr Lee." The mysterious man repeated as if emphasising that Jean was his.

The middle-aged man that the mysterious man called was Mr Lee. He immediately took off his grip on Jean and immediately distanced himself. 

"S-sorry, sir." Said Mr Lee. A shaking voice was heard indicating that he was afraid of the mysterious man. 

Jean also left the room with vast strides. This time, it wasn't out of fear because of Mr Lee, but for fear, the sound of her heart beating could be heard. 

'What's wrong with me? Just hearing his voice made my heart go wild. Who is that man?' Jean thought.