The Mafia King's Rebel
I had no choice than to do what I did because if I presented myself as a struggling twenty-nine year old, trying to free her father's debt, Malakai Lorenzo would never give me the time of the day.
“I had no choice.” My voice breaks at the end.
“Oh really?” His fingers twirl idly with my blue scarf….he looks almost bored even. Goodness, I am reminded again why I don't like rich as hell people.
“I need an answer about my father's debt.” I say, swallowing a gulp, I know that right now, I am being daring but it's not as if I have a choice. This is the only way I can be free. For a moment, I am pissed at my father for borrowing debts everywhere. I can't count the number of times that I have plead