Chapter 4 SOLD TO A MAFIA AT SIXTEEN

The next morning, Shawn sat on the bed, smoking a cigarette, his shirtless torso on full display. The lady lay fast asleep beside him, wrapped in the duvet. As she stirred awake, she wrapped the duvet around her body and moved closer to Shawn, caressing his back with a gentle touch.

Her eyes sparkled with satisfaction as she spoke, her voice husky from sleep. "Last night was fantastic, I had fun last night." She continued to caress his back, her fingers tracing the contours of his muscles.

Shawn stood up, facing the lady. "Here," he said, throwing a bundle of money at her. "That's for your services to me last night."

The lady caught the money, her fingers closing around it. "Thank you," she said. As Shawn started to dress, the lady asked, "Do you want to do this some other time?"

He ignored her and left the hotel room. The lady fell back onto the bed, the bundle of money still clutched in her hand.

Some hours later, Shawn and his men drove into the mansion. Shawn stepped out of the car and headed inside. As he walked, he caught sight of Violet in the garden, watering the flowers. Their eyes met, and for a brief moment, they locked gazes. Violet's eyes dropped, and she focused on the flowers. Shawn continued on his way.

As he entered the mansion, the workers greeted him with nods. Shawn acknowledged them with a brief nod before heading to his room.

Weeks passed, and Shawn remained away on his business trip. The staff went about their daily routines with ease. Violet was preparing for her first day of school. She had laid out her clothes the night before and was now dressed in a casual outfit.

"Wow, Miss Sofia, you look beautiful," the first staff said.

"Thank you." She smiled.

"Have fun on your first day," another staff said.

Violet smiled and turned to leave when they stopped her. "Aren't you going to have breakfast first before you leave?" another staff asked.

Her voice was firm. "No, I am not hungry." She walked outside to see a car and a guard waiting to take her to school.

"Is this necessary?" Violet asked.

"I am only following orders, Miss Sofia," the guard replied.

"It's Violet, not Sofia," Violet corrected him.

She walked to sit at the back of the car. The guard sat in the front and ordered the driver to drive.

The driveway to the school was a two-hour drive. As they approached the university, Violet saw the sprawling campus with modern buildings and lush greenery.

The main building stood tall with its sleek glass and steel facade. The campus was bustling with students.

As they drove through the campus, Violet saw state-of-the-art facilities, including a massive library, sports complexes, and research centers.

The atmosphere was vibrant, with students from diverse backgrounds mingling and laughing together.

The car stopped in front of a sleek, modern building. Violet stepped out of the car, grabbing her bag.

The guard followed closely behind her. "You don't have to go inside with me, I am not running away," Violet said.

The guard ignored her comment, his eyes fixed on Violet.

Violet sighed and walked inside, the guard following her. She searched for the Department of Business Administration and found it. The room was filled with students chatting with each other.

Violet spotted an empty seat and sat down. The guard stood two feet away from her, his eyes fixed on her.

Later in the day, they drove back home. Violet stepped out of the car and headed inside. She entered the mansion to see Shawn climbing down the staircase, dressing to leave.

"You are back, how was your first day in school?" Shawn asked, fixing his shirt.

Violet's eyes were cast downward. "Fine," she replied.

Shawn's face was impassive. "Good, go inside and get dressed, you are coming with me," he said.

Violet's eyes widened. "Where are we going?" she asked.

Shawn's expression was cold. "Go in and get dressed, you have thirty minutes to do so. You are my slave and you don't have the right to ask me silly questions," he said.

He walked away, leaving Violet staring after him.

An hour later, they arrived at Shawn's clubhouse. Violet's eyes scanned the crowded room.

Shawn led her to the VIP section, where he sat down. "Get to work," he said.

Violet's eyes widened. "What work?" she asked.

One of the staff came over with Shawn's drink and served him. She turned to leave, but Shawn stopped her. "Hold on," he said. "Take her with you, she will be working with you guys tonight."

Violet's eyes widened in shock, her face contorted in horror. The waitress bowed and gestured for Violet to follow her. Violet hesitated, her eyes fixed on Shawn, who was watching her with a cold, calculating gaze.

"Go on, become the slave you are," he said, his voice dripping with disdain.

Violet's face twisted in anger, her eyes blazing with fury. She had no choice but to follow the waitress, her heart heavy with resentment.

Violet was dressed in a short, tight skirt with a white t-shirt and a black tie, her expression uncomfortable as she held a tray filled with drinks. She felt out of place, her eyes scanning the room as she made her way to the VIP section to serve the drinks. Shawn's eyes were fixed on her, his gaze intense as he watched her every move.

As she entered the VIP section, she was immediately surrounded by men who couldn't take their eyes off her. They ogled her, their faces filled with lust, despite being surrounded by other women. Violet's face remained expressionless, her eyes cast downward as she tried to ignore their flirtatious advances.

One of the men, a middle-aged man with a sleazy grin, caught her attention. "What's your name, damsel?" he asked, his voice dripping with innuendo.

Violet ignored him, her expression unchanging as she continued to serve the drinks. After she finished, she turned to leave, but one of the men grabbed her hand, his grip tight. Violet's eyes widened in surprise, her face contorted in alarm.