Mine To Have

I was the wide daughter, the one who was bent on doing anything she wanted. It started after my mother died, leaving me and my younger sister in the cold grasp of my dad, well. I guess he doesn't have the right to be my dad because he killed my mother. Since my mom died, I never cared about anything or anyone, not even my younger sister, Junie but I still loved her.

I am Vanora Campbell, the eldest daughter of a Scottish family. We live in Deanvillage, Edinburgh, and right now, I'm sitting on the bar seat waiting for my drink.

"Hey..uh Nora," The barman called, he knew my name because I was his regular. I've taken after my dad in drinking, a bit surprised that I didn't see him anywhere in the bar with one of his sluts.

"Hi, Scotch please," I ordered for my drink, he looked at me for a while and asked, "Don't tell me you still don't know my name," He said, dropping two glasses on the counter.

I made a face, "Did you ever give me one?." I asked him. He sighed. Believe me, I wouldn't care if he did.

He poured the Lagavulin bottle into one of the glasses and pushed it to my face, "Enjoy, Ms Nora. My name's Evan." He replied, then turned around. I'm pretty sure that I wouldn't remember that tomorrow.

***

A few hours later, I was done with the bar and on my way home. I staggered home feeling mildly inebriated, laughing and talking to myself. The number of people I passed on my way home moved away from me, some raining a few curses on me, some knew me as a habitual drunkard while I never cared if I was seen as one.

Finally, I made it home, I looked up at Junie's window and found out that the lights were still on, and Junie might be studying in her room. I opened the door and tottered in, breathing heavily as if I had just run a marathon, ok I jumped a few steps to the front door outside.

And when I turned, I'd met a full house. Before, I could count nothing in the sitting room, and now, there were living things in the sitting room.

My eyes landed on my old man in the center of the sitting room where our center table used to be before he sold it out. A man sat on my favorite chair and a few gangsters stood around him. I could count 4-5 men, they looked deadly, one of them stood in front of my dad, pointing guns at my father and...oh I just noticed his bitch beside him. Poor woman, she'd put herself in this mess anywhere.

And I knew they were his creditors. We do see them all the time in our house but this time, these men weren't smiling at all.

"And you are?." The man's deadly voice shook me back to reality. I looked at him, my eyes scrutinizing him. He had a bald head and he was clothed in a black suit.

"She's my daughter, my eldest daughter." My dad answered immediately and I glared at him. I am not his fucking daughter, he tells me that all the time.

The man shook his head, "I didn't know you had a gorgeous female in your house," He looked at me and smiled, no wait, smile laugh. Sorry, I had to put it that way, his brown dirty teeth were out in the open and it almost caused me to throw up.

"I thought you said I'm not your daughter, man," I said for the first time in the room.

"Shut up," Came that voice again. If I wasn't drunk, I could have given him a heavy knock on the head for yelling at me.

"Your dad is owing to my boss. You don't have the right to speak."

"But I'm not the one ow...."

Click.

I heard him cock his gun and pointed it at my face. My mouth instantly clamped shut.

There was silence for a few seconds.

He cleared his throat and looked at my dad.

"What are we going to do? You don't have any furniture anymore." He said, looking around.

Our house was empty. This chair is the only piece of furniture remaining, and it's because it was torn by the side, so no one agreed to buy it.

My dad looked around and bent down in shame. Oh, he didn't realize he sold them all.

Foolish man.

"Take my daughter,"

It was like I didn't hear well, or the alcohol was probably having its way with me.

"Yes, take my daughter," He repeated.

I blinked and blinked and blinked.

"I think my dad's drunk now. You should probably wait till he recovers himself," I stated, trying to walk to my room when a huge-looking man blocked my way.

I looked up at him and gulped down nothing, I stepped back and looked around, all eyes were on me, and then I surprised everyone by laughing.

"Wait, I'm not his daughter,'' I stated in between the laugh, moving away from him and trying to walk upstairs, strong hands grabbed me up to his shoulder and I began screaming and wriggling my legs.

I heard the man say, "Let's go."

I looked up and saw Junie running down the stairs. She screamed when she saw me on top of this man's shoulder.

"Junie, go. Go to aunt Sarah and stay there, don't ever come back here," I yelled.

The man was already walking out.

***

I was pushed into the car, it was where that man sat and the car door slammed behind me.

"Please, let me go. I don't owe you, you can take our house, but please let me go," I begged. My eyes pleading to him thinking it could do wonders and make him leave me alone.

The man chuckled, "Your house is old,"

My eyes grew wide and I began crying. Well, I was making noises to his ears and not crying. The man felt irritated and pulled off his scarf which hung on his shoulders, he tied my wrist together and tied a cloth around my mouth to stop me from talking. And then, I could only muffle out words.

***

A few minutes later.

Their car drove into a big compound. My eyes grew wide as they drove in. The place was so huge...if a cloth wasn't tied around my mouth, my mouth could have been open all through. Who are these people?.

I've been living in this town and didn't know there was a place such as this. Men littered around in black and dark sunglasses, and lights surrounded the building. A big mansion, the biggest I had ever seen standing in front of me.

The car opened and I was dragged out of it with one hand. We began approaching the house and I was looking around like an idiot. I've even forgotten I am being sold to people that I don't know.

Two large french doors were opened and I was dragged in, walking beside that bald cruel man.

I looked up.

Good-looking, with brown slicked hair, and a towering height. He was built, muscular in appearance and his presence screamed power. His eyes were cold and pressed against mine and his expression remained still and silent.

He had a pure definition, he looked like a god, a king in his mansion. He was exactly the perfect man. I think I've seen the most beautiful man in the whole universe.

He wore a black suit like the others and his eyes never left mine.

"Boss..." The bald man bowed slightly.

"Who's she?." His deep voice asked. He took a step closer, looking at me all over. My heart skipped a bit, he was close, very close to my face. He smells nice and heavenly.

"She's Douglas's eldest daughter which he paid in the form of his debt."

That's my father's name. He sold me like property, like a good.

His hands folded behind his back, and his eyes roamed my body. I stared back at him, brave enough. I didn't care if it was wrong, I never cared if anything was wrong. I watched him walk around me, and then stopped when he was in front of me again.

His lips moved but I didn't hear him well because I wasn't listening. But I think the bald man did. I was moved out of his sight and I began muffling out sounds. I wanted to tell him that I didn't fucking owe him, that he should buy my father instead.

The bald man's grip tightened around my arm as I struggled against him. "You don't fucking look the master in his eyes." He bellowed.

I winced.

The house was big and we were still walking, my leg hurts like hell and my arm felt like it was gonna pull off. I was angry, a few hours ago, I was living my life like I wanted to and now, I do not know what will happen. What would he do with me?.

We passed through a few doors before making a stop, the bald man untied me and pushed the door open, he pushed me in roughly and I staggered in. He shut the door on me.

I pulled the damn cloth out of my mouth and yelled, "Get me out of here, you fucking piece of shit!!."

But he was gone.

"Hey!!." I yelled and turned on the door knob but the door was locked from the outside.

I gave up and sighed out tiredly.

I turned, there were many prying eyes directed at me. They were girls and it seemed I had woken them up when I entered. They were sitting on their bunk beds and putting on their nightwear.

What the fuck is this?.

"She has no idea," One of them said and shook her head. I could pinpoint her accent as British. She had blonde hair and bright blue eyes.

"You'd better get some sleep. Oo oh, I'm so tired from the day's work." The other mumbled.

"Zowie, don't you think we should tell her what's in for her?." The first girl asked and I blinked.

"What's in for me?." I asked immediately.

That was a question that none of them answered as they all laid back down on their beds.

I could count around six in the room and the small bed at the extreme was empty. I guess that's mine.

I started moving and when I reached my bed, the light suddenly went out.

"They're fucking kidding me," I cursed under my breath and laid down.

I knew tomorrow, I will surely get out of here.

***

"Who the fuck is still sleeping by this time?." I heard an inhuman voice pierce into my sleep. It was a female and she spoke so rashly.

"She was brought in yesterday by Wallace," A tiny voice replied to her.

"This place is not her fucking bedroom, wake her up now!!." She yelled and I opened my eyes. I sat up, looking at each of them. They were all standing side by side while the woman was standing in front of them. Her face was caked with makeup and her eyes wickedly gazing at me.

"Why are you standing there?. Join the others now!." She ordered and I hissed.

"Lower that voice, you're not the only one in this mansion," I yelled back and heard gasps coming from the other ladies. The woman's face was filled with terror, and her heavy makeup made her look like a witch, a Jezebel.

"You bitch!..." She cussed and began walking toward me, then the door opened and everyone looked at the door. That bald man walked in.

He looked at everyone searching for me, and when his eyes rested on me, he said, "Get into the shower and come out now. The boss waits for you,"

Everyone here orders people around. Where the fuck is this place?.

And hearing that their boss wants to see me, I also want to see him.

I moved out of the bed and stood, "Where's the bathroom?." I asked the Jezebel.

She raised her eyebrows and answered anyway, maybe it was because of the bald man standing in the room.

The bald man dropped a bag in front of me.

"Take this." I walked closer and bent down, then carried the bag and went into the bathroom.

The bathroom was small and clean. I dropped the bag on the seat of the toilet and opened it. I found some clothes, I searched for a toothbrush and scrub and found them.

***

I came out and everyone's eyes were directed at me. The girls were out of the room and the Jezebel was asking Wallace where he found me.

"I want to see your boss, now," I said strongly. He frowned at the tone of my voice and grabbed my arm, again. I felt that pain again.

"Sometimes, you don't forget that you're a fucking slave. Now move," He dragged me out.

A slave?. Is this what all this is about?. A slave to their boss. Oh, fuck dad.

"Wallace...is that your name?" I was even surprised. How did I remember that?. I've never cared to know anybody's name before.

"Shut up," He spoke harshly, his rasped voice revealing a warning. A mistake, I could never shut my mouth.

"It's my fucking mouth,"

He groaned and tightened his grip around my arm.

"Stop..stop doing that." I told him, thinking he would leave me, but he continued dragging me with him.

"Where do you come from?."

No answer.

"Why are you keeping quiet?."

No answer.

"What's your boss's name?." There was a pause. He stopped and glared at me.

"Believe me, your mouth will get you killed. Just know this," He growled, then pushed the door open. He pushed me in.

I trailed my eyes around, searching for the gorgeous man that I had seen yesterday, the one that I had been sold to and the one who was the boss to every soul in this mansion.

And there he was, sitting across from me, behind a table, in his office. This wasn't the room that I thought it was, this was his study room. He didn't look up but he'd said something.

"I didn't get to talk to you yesterday," He paused. His angelic voice lures me into the world of thoughts. He was damn alluring and very calculated. His suit hugs his body perfectly. His dark slicked hair almost made me damp my pant. He was by far a beauty.

I realized too quickly that I was dozing into him,"Yes. And I want to speak to you yesterday. Okay, I'd start by saying, ``that man is not my father, you have to let me go, whatever business you both had is between you two, allow him to face the consequences and let me go." I complained bitterly though inwardly, I was denying the fact that I wanted to stay more because of him.

Silence fell between us and I bit my lower lip. Had I spoken too much?. Maybe yes, but I needed this to sink into him. I needed him to know that I don't owe him. How could he agree to such a thing?.

"Just don't keep a quiet, young man," I said, after waiting for a response.

His ice blue eyes clashed with my emerald eyes and his face was stone.

I swallowed up. He gets me uncomfortable with that look. I didn't break eye contact, and he didn't remove his eyes from mine.

"Come closer," He said.

I hesitated.

He didn't need to repeat himself. I heard his drawer open and he took his gun out. My heart skipped.

He placed his gun on the table and looked up.

My legs moved. My eyes grazed him as I walked. My heartbeat escalated. Was he going to kill me if I disobeyed?. I didn't know this person, I don't even know this place, he could kill me and no one would know, no one would come for me.

I stopped in front of the table and looked down at the gun, my heart pounding, I do not want to die now, even if I didn't care about anything, I'd care if I lived because I love my life.

The pistol was looking back at me. This man picked it up and I held my breath. He pushed the table out of his way like it weighed nothing, and then there wasn't anything dividing me from him.

"Closer," He commanded.

A step.

A step that will close the gap between us. It was a dare, disobey me and die.

I took that step. I'm not one to fidget under anybody so I was not surprised that I was not shaking but I knew fear had me. The fear of death.

"Look at me," He said. Look at him? while there's a gun in his hand?.

"I don't repeat myself," He said again.

I licked my lips and looked up, and then I saw his face. His icy eyes stared me down like I was his prey.

He was beautiful. Those eyes were beautiful but cold. How many people had he killed?. I haven't seen him kill but I'd know he was a murderer, a sexy killer. He looked like a mafia sexy lord. Oh my god!. Why haven't I thought of this? Is this what it is?. A mafia lord?.

My heart pounded, could it be I had landed in the group of cold-hearted killers. Is this where my dad put me?.

"You were sold by your father, I don't even think you're worth my money,"

I blinked. Was this an insult?.

"I'm gonna be managing you until I think of what to do with you, if I don't see you worthy, I will kill your father and your younger sister, and then you!." I swallowed up, he said he'd kill my family and me.

My father, yes. Do what you want but Junie, I can't stand anything happening to her.

"Why don't you kill my father and let us be?." I asked and regretted it later.

His eyebrows creased, I had just asked a question. Maybe they don't question him.

"I am your master. You obey me and do all that I command you to do. I won't tell you what I would do if you disobeyed me."

But the question is, how much does my father owe?.

"Wallace..."He called, the door opened and the bald man walked in, then closed the door behind.

"Take her away!."

"Do you want me to put her with the other whores?." He asked and I blinked. The girls were used as prostitutes.

He looked at me and I looked down, "Keep her there for now!."

I was dragged away.

Once the door was shut behind us, Wallace said, "You are alive, I knew you'd be or the master would have to waste his money."

That made me want to know how much my father owed him.

"How much does he owe?." I asked.

Wallace stopped and looked at me,"If the master didn't tell you, I'm not the one to answer that!."

I sighed.

Fucking dick face. They all make me sick. I'd find a way to get the hell out of here.

He threw me in and closed the door.

"I hope you start handling me with care, Wallace," I shouted behind and turned.

The girls were looking at me.

"What?." I yelled and they turned to what they were doing. I went to my bed and lay down. Oh, this place looks extremely boring and bad to me. I knew by this time yesterday, I could go out for a walk and help myself with Mrs. Agne's apples. She'd come out of her window raining curses at me.

Well, I'd help myself to sleep over here and think of running later in the day. I shut my eyes and that was when my stomach grumbled reminding me I hadn't eaten anything since yesterday.

I quickly went out of bed, frowning. The girls were minding their business.

"I know she'd be hungry, Lisa, why don't you tell her now?."

"She's rude and disrespectful."

I went out of my corner to stand with the girls.

"Is there something you're not telling me?." I asked.

All of them looked away.

"Okay, I'd go out there and ask Wallace himself." I turned around to leave.

"Your food.." One of them said and I stopped, then turned.

"It's over here." She mumbled, looking away. I followed her eyes to the top of a little cupboard and found my food perfectly covered in a tray. I carried it and went to sit on my bed.

"You know you will get yourself in trouble with that attitude," She said and I ignored her.

"I like her attitude. Didn't you see how she made the madam look?." The other girl asked and giggled.

It won't be long until I'm out of here.