Sold To The Disabled Mafia Boss

Hazel's POV

I could feel my heart racing as my heartbeat raced with every step I took closer to his room.

Without waiting for an invitation or even knocking, I pushed the door open and entered, not caring about the repercussions.

"Yes, you can come in now. She is ready," He said over the phone, his lips curving into a smile as he turned to me.

"Okay, I will be waiting." he hung up and turned to me, his expression turning gray as he sat down, legs slightly apart, obviously creating room for his pot belly.

"Brother, what is the meaning of this?" I asked, my voice breaking despite my effort to stay sound.

He got up and strolled towards me, his eyes scrutinizing me in a way that made me feel small.

I rubbed my hands around my shoulder, trying to stay sane, but when I looked up at his face, I saw him smirking half.

It was a smirk he did whenever he got away with something.

Seeing this, my heart sank because I knew whatever I had heard was true and the scary part was that there might be no way out.

I couldn't help it, and I fell on my knees, with tears clouding my vision; I placed both palms together above my head and bowed slightly.

"Brother, don't do this. I have always tried to show you how worthy I am but why do you treat me this way?"

"Just this once, please. Just this once allow things to slide, and I promise to get Mr Alfredo's signature on the papers, please," I begged, hoping that this could make him change his mind.

The only thing my brother loved other than making my life a living hell was money, easy money, and considering the debt he owed, this was my best plea.

I raised my head, hoping to see him thinking, but all I saw was his glancing at me as if I meant nothing.

"You do not belong to me but to a certain man," he paused and rubbed his head, obviously trying to remember something.

My heart broke, and my brother, who, despite all my efforts trying to please him, had sold me to a man whom he didn't even know.

I was done begging at that moment, I got up and faced him.

"Why do you treat me this way?! I have given my entire life to you since the death of our parents. I didn't care how you treated me!

"All I wanted was for you to accept me, but you have never for once done that!" I screamed trying to let out some steam as I felt a sharp pain in my chest.

"Am I not good enough?" I found my voice lowering as I asked.

At this moment, the tears I had been fighting for a while were streaming down my face without restraint, and I felt embarrassed because I knew this monster didn't care.

Still, a little part of me wanted him to care.

"Dear sweet sister," he called as he rubbed his short, fatty fingers across my face.

"If only you knew how much favor I have done you. You will be thanking me." His words hit me like a bullet, and without thinking twice, I raised my hands to hit him, but he was quicker and grabbed my hair, pulling it hard.

"You bit*h, after your unfortunate mother led my father to his early grave, this family had suffered financially and is now in debt, and you need to save it," he recited and pushed me away.

I fell on the floor with my hands protecting my stomach from hitting the tiles, but I was greatly relieved as he had let my hair go.

I rubbed my hurting scalp and, in the process, noticed in horror that I was losing some hair strands.

"Also, the buyers want you pure so you must never tell them that you are not a virgin. I have someone already and she will help you fake the scene. All you have to do is keep your mouth shut" He snared and was about leaving the room when I opened my mouth to speak.

"If they wanted someone so pure, why didn't you give them Lily? She is your daughter, after all, and a much better candidate." I had hoped that these words would calm my heart, but they just made me much more angry and I stood up to my feet, my fists clenched.

I noticed that the look in his eyes had changed drastically.

He looked around, picked a bat stick from nearby, and walked slowly towards me.

I was defenseless, and I could feel my heart racing as he approached me; what had I done?

So many thoughts were running through my mind as I took small steps backward.

Was he going to hit me with it knowing that the buyers were coming soon?

It was a good idea; that way, I could save myself.

As if he could read my thoughts, he stopped and threw the stick aside giving me a knowing look.

"You are just like your gold-digging mother. You both know how well to play your cards but, not this time"

My brows arched as I charged towards him but he was swift and shifted.

"Boss, they are here" Someone announced as I fell on the floor, groaning in pain.

"Really?" He asked excitedly and without sparing another look at me, he skipped towards the door but stopped.

"Tell the maids to prepare her and send her downstairs" he ordered and walked away.

I got up, dusting my palms as I watched Josie skip away; for him to be this happy, it meant the buyers had paid well.

"Miss, this way," one of the maids pointed as they led me out of the room.

My thoughts were still scattered even as I stared at my reflection in the mirror.

For the first time, I couldn't understand what was happening in life and I wanted to disappear.

I couldn't take the torture anymore.

"Miss, you are messing up your makeup. You need to stop crying" the maid said, her words laced with threat.

I blinked my eyes trying to stop the tears from following as I was led downstairs.

"Here she is" Josie announced joyfully as he grabbed me and pulled me.

I looked around and my eyes fell on the man who has a scar of his left brow which made him look dangerous.

I could feel my skin crawl and my stomach fall as the man scanned me with his eyes.

After what felt like minutes, he stopped and turned to Josie with a lazy expression while placing back his golden glasses.

"It was nice doing business with you" he said and turned to the man beside him.

"Take her to the car" he ordered and walked away.

"This way" the man pointed.

I followed them obediently as my mind cooked up plans.

While sitting in the car I made a decision, a year from now, I will disappear from my buyers, take my secret inheritance and disappear from this country.

"Josie, I am coming for you" I mumbled as the car drive off.

Hazel's POV

"Lady?" I jerked, feeling a pair of cold hands on my shoulder.

I turned to the man sitting beside me with a scowl on his face. My eyes fell on the scary scar on his brow, and I couldn't help but shift a bit, but I was already close to the door.

Seeing how blank he looked at me, I felt naked and bowed my head while covering myself as I wanted his gaze to shift away from me.

"There are rules you must obey if you want to survive with my boss," the man explained, and I frowned.

Wasn't he my new owner?

I sank into the chair as my breathing became heavier, why was my life like this?

"And rule number 15, no matter what happens, do not ever make contact with the boss without him initiating it," The man read, and I could feel a headache building up.

When did we get to rule 15? I could feel a sense of panic crippling in.

I sat upright and dug my fingers into my palm trying to remain alert.

"My name is Damien" he introduced himself.

I turned to him, wanting to also introduce myself, but he raised his hand as a signal for me to stop.

"You have no business with me but my boss, so you have to wait for his instructions. Do not forget who to belong to," he reminded cautiously and turned his face away.

My eyes were still fixed on his side profile; his well-sculptured face looked familiar, but I couldn't place my finger on where I had seen him before.

He turned to me sharply, and our eyes met; feeling embarrassed, I looked away as fast as I could, but I could feel his gaze on me.

Holy mother of Neptune!

I sank into the chair and closed my eyes trying to process and control my feelings as I thought about the future.

Where were we headed? Who was my new master? How was my life going to be?

After what felt like an eternity, the car came to a stop and I felt a soft tap on my shoulders.

"We are here," Damien announced, opening the door and stretching forth his hand.

I stared at him, confused; why was he treating me with such a gesture?

"Miss?" He called out and I snapped out of my hand and received his hand.

As soon as I came out, I noticed the big dark-looking mansion in front of us.

"Follow me" Damien ordered and walked away.

I followed him, not wanting to get lost in what looked like a haunted mansion, but due to his long legs, it seemed like he was running.

He stopped and pointed towards a seat and without even turning or glancing at me, he mumbled coldly, "Seat"

I wanted to ask some questions, but the quietness of the mansion made me sick, and I couldn't help but sit down, my legs crossed as I rubbed my thighs, trying to feel some warmth.

I thought Damien would sit down, but he just stood beside me with an expressionless face, his hands behind him and eyes fixed on the door in expectation.

I brushed my hands through my hair and let out a subtle sigh, the quietness was killing me.

I couldn't hear any sound apart from my heartbeat.

My head turned, my eyes looking around trying to find a distraction but everything was blad and looked lifeless.

All the furniture was of two colors, white and black with silver highlights.

Staying here for too long, one was sure to become color-blinded; my eyes raised to look at Damien, who had a stoic expression, and I nodded.

Maybe seeing this every day of his life had made him this way.

My stomach nudged at the thought of me becoming like him.

I was still thinking through my facts when I heard quickened but quiet footsteps drawing closer, and soon, people began rushing into the room and forming a line of two.

Males on one end and females on the other end with their heads bowed.

What was happening?

I raised my head to Damien, my brows arched, when I also noticed that he had stepped two places forward from his previous position and his head seemed raised than usual.

I tried to stand up, but he looked at me with a glare, and I immediately fell back to the seat, feeling glued as I looked away and returned my gaze to the door.

I waited for a few seconds and was slowly becoming impatient when I noticed the appearance of a man sitting in a wheelchair.

A lady came from behind and tried to push him, but he raised his hands, and she stepped back still with her head bowed.

He looked around coldly as if looking for something and then he began pushing himself through the middle of the group.

I didn't know how long I had been starting, but I could feel my inside grow hot, my heartbeat increasing, and my cheeks burning.

How could anyone be this handsome?

From his perfect flawless skin, which had beads of sweat, to his high bridged nose and perfectly sculpted nose, even the mole under his eyes looked like they were sculpted from the darkest jade.

I felt myself drawn to this man; I wanted myself wrapped in his arms immediately.

Hazel!

I bowed my head instantly as I realized what I was thinking.

Taking a deep breath and reciting a mantra, I looked up again, but this time, I noticed that he had stopped and was trying to stand up from the chair by himself.

I felt my heart ached and I wanted to help him but the next minute, he fell from the chair.

My heart broke hearing the sound of his body hitting the floor.

Before I could think, I had run to him trying to help him.

"Are you okay?" No matter how hard I was trying to sound unbothered, I could feel my voice breaking as I placed him back into his chair.

I looked around, scanning everyone around to see that they were looking at me with an unexplainable expression.

I turned back to Damien to see him with the most complex expression.

I didn't mind and squatted before the man and placed my hand on his, "Are you okay?" I asked, staring into his beautiful sky-like eyes.

"Damien, who is she?" The handsome man asked, his voice laced with coldness as he removed his hands from mine but his gaze never left mine.

He looked at me as if he could see my soul; this made my stomach tighten.

"Boss, she is Josie's sister" Damien announced.

I noticed the light in his eyes dim immediately and he raised his head.

"Take care of her and remind her of the rules." He ordered and rolled his chair.

Damien rushed to him, "Boss are you sure?" He asked a sense of worry building in his voice.

I stood up rubbing my neck as I felt confusion and sadness hit me.

"Yes, boss". Damien bowed his head after not getting an answer.

"Men, take her. Damien announced and walked away.

I tried to chase after him for proper explanation, but I felt strong grip ground my hands, pulling me away.

Hazel's POV

The men dragged me through a dark, smelly hallway, but they held me gently as if afraid of leaving a mark on my skin.

Looking around, the place looked like a dungeon with heavy-looking bar doors and a small square window at one end of the room.

The men stopped at the last room and opened the door, then they placed me on a seat.

Before I could ask about anything, they locked my hands and something was placed on my head.

Were they trying to electrocute me?

That was the only thought in my mind as this was how it was in the majority of movies.

My chest became heavy with panic, and I tried to free myself, but I only ended up cutting my wrist as the handcuffs dug into my flesh due to my struggle.

I paused and turned to the two men who had blank expressions on their faces.

They didn't even seem fazed by my struggle, which indicated that they must have seen this kind of thing countless times.

"Start the process" I heard the only familiar voice I knew and hoped that could save me.

"Damien, please help me," I cried, trying to stand up, but this made the cut on my wrist worse.

Damien didn't even spare me a glance until he was done with whatever he was doing. Then he walked in front of me and squatted, adjusting his golden frames.

"Damien, please." My eyes became clouded with tears as the thought of dying here crossed my mind.

In my heart I cursed Josie.

If I ever survived this, I was going to make him pay for selling me to these monsters.

"You are not dying, but this process is extremely painful," he stated and stretched his hands.

Then a man rushed to him, handling a hot metal stamp.

I felt my heart drop as I finally realized what was happening.

No!

I struggled as Damien pushed down the sleeve of my dress.

I wasn't going to let anyone place that hot thing on me.

Feeling the mild sensation of the heat almost touching my shoulders, my struggling and tears also increased making it hard for any work to get done.

All I wanted was someone to save me, anyone.

At that moment, I didn't care about anything.

Even if Josie was here and he wanted me to kneel, I would for all this to stop.

After a while of struggling, I was slowly losing my strength; after all, who am I compared to these men who were already sweating from how much work I was making them go through?

I closed my eyes, my fighting spirit slowly giving in as my tears ran down my chest.

The heat was becoming hotter, and at this point, it was hard to stay.

I opened my mouth, hoping to plead, but all that came out were horrifying screams.

"Enough!" A cold voice sounded through the now quiet area.

I opened my eyes which were now covered in sweat.

After blinking a few times, I saw the person in front me.

My eyes followed his trail as he pushed his wheelchair towards me, a part of me confused about what he was doing here.

Another part angry and felt like killing him, and the last part hopeful and praying that he had come to save me.

"Why is she being so noisy?" He growled, stopping his chair beside me.

He casted a lazy gaze on me but looking deeper it wasn't hard to see how much hate was buried in them.

It made my skin crawl and at this moment I wished the torture would continue so that I won't have to see this man.

"Boss, I am sorry, we will--" He raised his hands and Damien, who was trying to explain, stopped.

He stretched his hand and Damien handed the stamp over to him.

Before I could understand what was happening, I felt hot on my shoulders and it was as if fire was being put into me.

"Argh!" I screamed trying to stand up with all the strength I had left in me but being bound didn't give me the room to fight the pain, I could only kick.

I turned my gaze to the man who was continuously pressing the hot metal on me, my eyes clouded with tears but his piercing and cold gaze were sharp.

"Take care of it" he mumbled and removed the stamp, throwing it on the floor before turning to leave.

Immediately, I was let loose and I grabbed my hurting shoulders but this made the pain worse as I looked at the melted flesh on my palm.

Raising my head, I could see the stranger still giving me a weird look but this time, his eyes were filled with misconception.

I tried to understand what he was looking at but I felt something on my neck and slowly, the whole room started spinning and I found myself falling over.

The darkness finally clouded my vision.

...

Feeling the light reflection on my face, I opened my eyes reluctantly as the weakness and pains made me uncomfortable, drifting me into deeper slumber.

"Miss" I heard someone calling, the voice sounded peaceful and angelic.

I opened my eyes excitedly with the thought that I had died.

I was finally going to heaven, away from all the troubles of this world.

I observed the ceiling in front of me and a frown escaped my lips as I looked around until my gaze landed on a lady dressed in white and black suit.

I forced myself to sit up but I noticed that my left hand was feeling so tired and in pain.

I looked at my arm to see it in a case and in a flash, memories began flooding through my mind.

The tears, the pains, the melted flesh.

"Miss, I am done dressing your wounds" the lady announced, bringing me back to life.

"What is the meaning of this? Why is he being so mean to me?" I couldn't help but voice out my struggles hoping to get some comfort from the elderly woman before me.

She raised her head, her eyes looking at me lovingly.

"The scars in a man's heart can make him crumble the world around him" she began and started packing her tools.

"Mr Arnold is not so easy or hard to please, all you have to do is obey him and his rules" She announced, turning to leave.

Arnold?

That name sounded so familiar, too familiar that it gave me a headache.

"Miss, it's dinner time and you must be down before Arnold Orlando" she stated and walked out of the room.

My breath ceased fearing the name and I felt my world crumble.

How did I get into the workshop of the Devil?