The Mafia's Slave: Claimed By My Stepbrother
Von had asked, sounding surprised.
“Yes, the Dealer,” I responded.
“What do you know about him?” Von had asked with deep curiosity.
“I never met him or saw his face. Only those interested in doing drugs ever got to see him, so I can’t say what he looks like, but what he does is recruit helpless and hopeless lads in the streets. Not for anything good, but to introduce them to drugs, and when they attempt to back out, he brutally murders them. When they snitch, they never survive it. When they fail, they are never getting a second chance,” I had described explicitly. “Father, he is dangerous and brutal. He doesn’t care about the lives of those lads, and if you hadn’t taken me out of there, I m