The Mafia’s Mute Bride
Then just like he grabbed me, he pushed me back like I was a disease.
I finally breathed out.
That meant it was a no for me.
He started to move, then stopped abruptly.
“I choose her,” he said in a chill tone, and left.
Who?
It couldn't possibly be me. He recoiled when he touched me. But the faces suddenly turned toward me in pity, and that was confirmation.
It was me.
I just got sold to Rai Mikailov. Mafia leader of the Podolskaya gang.
Hands pulled me as the seller uncuffed me, removing my tag. “You have a hard life ahead of you, little rat,” he spat, his breath reeking.
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