SOLD TO THE MAFIA QUEEN

“Hrmph…” he gasped for air and managed to pry her hand away from his tie, clutching his hurting neck in pain as he looked up at her. “What the fuck are you saying?” He asked.

“What I am saying is that you belong to me now, and everything I ask you to do, you will have to do it without complaining.” She said while extending her hand to Dave, who handed her a file. “Firstly, you will have to quit your job; you will only work for me, and I will decide the amount I am going to pay you for your service at the end of every month…or I might not even pay you…” she said, maintaining eye contact with him.

“What sort of nonsense are you going on about?” He asked bluntly, letting go of his neck. “I’m not joking, boy; I legally own you now, and believe it or not, I have proof.” She said and placed the file on top of his clothes on the ironing desk. She flipped the file open and went to the place where she wrote about owning any of Melody’s siblings if she breached the contract. “Here! This clause clearly states…Party A will own any of Party B’s siblings when she breaches the contract or is unable to meet my demands.” Ashley said.

“What nonsense.” Xander said, refusing to believe her as he turned the file around and saw that her claims were right. Unease ran down his spine as he traced his fingers on the file. “What in the world! This is not even possible; You can’t own someone just because their sibling signed a contract without their knowledge… this isn’t even my sister’s sign…” he couldn’t finish his speech when he saw Melody’s signature. Ashley quickly nudged him aside and picked up the file from the desk, passing it back to Dave, who held it.

“Who are you?!?” Xander yelled in Ashley’s face, and she chuckled, looking at him with a lot of confidence. “I like your gut, but you have to drop it when you start working for me.” She said.

“I am never going to work for you! I don’t care if my sister signed some stupid documents; you can’t force me to work for you!” He shouted at her. Ashley froze in place, irked by the confidence Xander had.

“I am not forcing you, am I? I legally own you, which means you belong to me.” She said poking his chest with her index finger as she turned her back on him.

“You have until the end of tomorrow to come back to me, or I will do it the hard way.” She declared walking toward Dave. Fog hit Xander’s nostrils as he watched Ashley go with his blood boiling; he didn’t know who she was or why Melody would sign something like that, but it was making him mad just hearing what she had to say.

“Dave remember to give him one of my business cards.” Ashley turned on her heels and stared at Xander, who was fuming in rage as the smoke from his burning clothes obscured his handsome face.

“By the way, I am Ashley Barbie Gates, the number one pimp in Miami, the queen of the streets.” She introduced herself confidently and winked at him before turning her back on him as she was making her way to the door of his apartment.

Dave leaped forward, afraid of Xander, as he attempted to put the card on his ironing desk while holding the file close to his chest. He looked at the burning clothes on the desk and moved quickly, stuffing the card into Xander’s chest pocket before fleeing. Xander’s eyes were twitching as he stood there. The fog continued entering his nose, causing him to cough. He started coughing continuously and looked down to realize his clothes were burning.

“Oh no!” He yelled and removed the iron from his clothes. He lifted the shirt of the tuxedo he was planning to wear to the party and looked through the big hole in the middle, grunting in anger.

“Melody!!! Where the fuck are you!!” He screamed at the top of his lungs, tossing his shirt to the floor as he fell on his bum. Running his hands through his blonde hair in frustration.

“How can you sell your only brother?!? Why do you want to ruin my life?” he exclaimed, asking no one in particular. “No, no, no, this can’t be possible; I can’t accept defeat; I can’t be the slave of that mad woman; this is ridiculous.” He said shaking his head in disbelief.

Ashley was in her car, driving toward her building, as she turned her face a little to look at Dave, who was sitting next to her. “I want you to find out Melody’s whereabouts; find out where she is living and also her mobile number, so I can call her sometime to tell her about the state of her brother when I start torturing him,” she said, acting like someone that was thirsty and seeking revenge. “She has made a monster out of me.” Ashley added and heaved a sigh, fixing her eyes on the road as she increased the speed of the car.

Hours later, Ashley was off from work. She was feeling tired after mailing wine and apology letters to the clients that Melody ditched the other day, so she was heading to her garage with Jake by her side.

“I don’t think I will be seeing my father tonight; I want to go see Chris.” She said to Jake, who snorted.NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

“Why do you have to go and see him, queen? He has family; his family will go to him.” Jake said.

“Sometimes, I wonder if you are the Jake I used to know; you act odd and always…” Ashley paused as she moved closer to him, looking into his eyes. She felt as if he were wearing contact lenses, but it looked natural. “Are you wearing contact lenses?” She asked.

“What?!? No!” He protested, taking a step back. “I don’t believe you.” She said she was moving her hand closer to his eyes in an attempt to take out the contact lenses.