Chapter 3 Sold to the Mafia Boss

His chilling gaze pierced me as he looked down at my cleavage and then my thighs. The hole from two years ago was still there. It had healed, but my left thigh now had a dent that looked like a birthmark from a distance. Up close, anyone could see how slightly deep the hole was.

"You've been living freely and eating our food these past few years. I'm starting to think that you've overstayed your welcome. Since you don't have any money, there is only one way to solve this issue," Miguel declared.

With the way his lips held a secret smile, I could tell that whatever the solution was, I wouldn't like it one bit. Miguel was always up to something. And what he said about living freely was a lie.

I've been working every day with little to no rest these past few years. I'd get up in the morning at about five a.m. to mow the lawn and trim the flowers. Then I had to prepare breakfast and mop the whole house.

Our house is a duplex with six bedrooms, three living rooms, ten bathrooms, and a few other rooms with no intentional use.

I mopped all these rooms myself, and it usually takes me three hours to do it. This is what I do every day, even though there is no need for it.

And on top of that, I have to prostitute myself to male visitors.

Miguel was talking out of his ass. I haven't lived freely in this house. I didn't eat as much as they did. I am as skinny as a twig. I don't even recognize myself in the mirror these days.

I used to be slim and curvy, with all my curves in the right places. My eyes, which used to shine with love and excitement for life, are dead now. My lips are always dry because I've been drinking only tap water.

I don't see my period any more because my diet mostly contains left-over foods and dried fruits that the twins forgot to eat.

I fisted my palms as a violent urge to slap Miguel's lying mouth came from nowhere.

"Maria!" Miguel called out, reminding me to keep my slapping urge to myself. There was already a queen for slapping in the house, so there was no need to take up that position.

Right on cue, Maria appeared in a towel wrapped around her body while her blond hair, which was the same shade as Miguel's, was wet and lying on her shoulders, fanning her bust and stopping at her waist.

I've always envied her for her long hair. My hair was never that long, but she'd cut it in my sleep one night. I have very curly hair that my dad used to say belonged to a princess who grew up in the woods.

My hair used to be fiery ginger, but with all the stress I've had to endure these past few years, it looked dark brown.

"Ugh, did you have to call me when I was just about to do my beauty routine?" Maria whined.

If she didn't want to come, she'd have simply ignored him. She didn't spare me a glance as she eyed Miguel furiously.

"Are the trumpets gone?" She asked, referring to Mr. Ramirez and his companions.

Miguel nodded. Maria liked to call people she considered beneath her trumpets because she said uncultured people, that is, people who weren't as rich as sin, made the loudest noise.

"What to do now?" Her tone was apprehensive.

Miguel smirked as his eyes turned towards me, making Maria do the same.

"And what does she have to do with the problem?" Maria asked impatiently.

"We marry her off," he answered as a matter of fact, as if I weren't standing a few feet away from them.

Maria gasped as a happy, pleased smile cut across her features.

"I thought the day would never come. I'd always said this, but you never listened. What changed your mind? Who is the unlucky bastard?"

Miguel's frown deepened as he said his name. He looked almost dissatisfied, as if he wasn't happy to finally be rid of me.

"It's Donovan Castellano."

Maria gasped and tried to smile, but her eyes shone with some kind of secret knowledge, and the smile faded before it even started.

"The Donovan Castellano? The one that we saw when..." she said, trailing off and eyeing me suspiciously.

Even though she didn't complete her words, Miguel nodded.

"Yep, that one."

What were they talking about? I wanted to ask, but I was not permitted to speak, so I just stood there with a pervert's cum sliding off the obscene maid gown to my knees. My body started to flare up with an invisible itch, and I was dying to scratch the itch, but I couldn't move yet until Miguel allowed me to.

"Oh my God, Miggy. That's great. We can pay off the debts and even have some left for days," Maria tried to inject with reason, but Miguel was already far gone. His eyes were looking into a far distance as he thought deeply.

I've never seen him so muddleheaded like this. Was the Donovan guy a bad man? Why were they acting like he was some sort of monster, and why was Miguel of all people disturbed about this?

The more I pondered these questions and their non-existent answers, the more my body itched, looking for relief from the dirty experience I'd encountered with Andrew the Pervert.

As if struck by lightning, Miguel jolted, his pupils dilating as he regained control of his thoughts. He speared his eyes in my direction and scowled, as if remembering I was still in the room with them.

With his eyes not leaving mine, he spoke to Maria.

"It wasn't planned, I was going through a site where I could auction... stuff," he hesitated on the last word and continued.

"Then someone hit me up and said they were interested. We took communications off the website, and I found out it was one of Donovan's men. I asked him to run it through the boss, which is Donovan, as you know, and I was reassured that Donovan was fine buying a bride from us so long as it was Dad's actual daughter." Miguel spat the last part with disdain, and my eyes clouded with shame for committing a crime that was not within my power.

"Well, that's great," Maria added.

Miguel hmphed.

"We not only get our debts settled like you said, but we also get a million dollars each. I don't know why he's willing to spend that much on this." Miguel cut me off as his eyes roved over my body like he was looking at a pile of cow dung.

"Yep, I have the same question too, brother dearest, but let's not waste our thoughts on irrelevant people. We will be debt-free soon and a million dollars richer! We have to celebrate. The mafia really does know how to negotiate," Maria gleaned, clapping and jumping.

Miguel gave her a warning look, and she stopped grinning from ear to ear as she stopped her joyful jumps.

But it was too late to warn her. I'd already heard what she said. I was going to be sold off to a mafia group.

As if my life couldn't get any worse.

"You can go to your room. You will be leaving tomorrow," Miguel told me, and I screeched, "What?!" at the same time Maria did.

We both glanced at each other with astonishment as Miguel's temper threatened to rise. He paid me no mind as he faced Maria.

"Yes, she will be leaving tomorrow. Mr. Castellano's man had mentioned that the deal would be done as soon as possible."

"How lovely," Maria said sarcastically, side-eyeing me dismissively.

Since Miguel had already given me the go-ahead to go to my room, I hurried out of the living room with my heart in my stomach.

I was going to be a mafia's wife. That was a fate worse than being a slave to the twins.

When I got to the stairs, I could overhear Maria telling Miguel something that made my heart thunder even more fiercely.

It wasn't the words that made me scared; it was how worried Maria sounded when she said them and Miguel's harsh reply that followed.

"He is going to kill her, you know that, right?"

"All the more reason to sell her off when she isn't benefiting us here," was Miguel's ominous, cold response.