Chapter 11

Krystal

My father is dead, and it is my fault. If I did not get mixed up with the Russian, he would still be alive. I wiped the tears that kept falling on my cheeks. ‘Am sorry dad.’ More tears came. My father is dead, and I do not get to bury him. I do not even know what the Russians did with his body. ‘Oh, Lord what have I done?’ I just wanted to help him out when we were struggling, I did not know that it will end like this. Now, now I am this man’s prisoner, and I must work for him.

Now I have no life and if I want to live. I will have to do as the guy tells me, I know that the moment I leave this place they will kill me but for the life of me; I do not see myself staying here and working for the mafia. The older guy is nice even though he does not talk much, the driver came back with some clothes for me and a laptop. I was told that I will look after the interests of the man that took me. The older man DJ as the other one calls him, ordered me fo