Vended to Don Damon
I did not expect to come back from my below-minimum-wage job, tired and hungry only for this always half-drunk woman to tell me that I was…she was…
“Jesus..”
“Don't call him into this, he blessed this decision.”
“Why would you do this?” My eyes were getting itchy at this point.
She just straight-up told me she was selling me off to pay her debt. Not just that, she was selling me off into a mafia.
What mafia? How did she get affiliated with the mafia?
“It's going to favor you if you look at it the right way,” she said, walking over to me, her beads and old jewelry jingling as she came closer, “Imagine turning out to be the mafia lord’s favorite girl. Think of all the good stuff you'll get.”
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