I Paid A Mafia Boss For Our Night

Chapter 7 Last Hope

Chapter 7 Last Hope

I stumbled backward in shock, my heart sinking into an abyss as if dragged down by a heavy weight, darkness clouding my vision, nearly causing me to faint. Vince, my father, truly owed 80 million dollars! What should I do? How could I possibly repay such a sum? I...

In a snap, the tightly wound nerves in my mind broke. I couldn't explain my actions, but before I could think, I threw myself to the ground, grabbed the note from the woman's hands, tore it up, shredded it, and stomped on it until it was buried in the mud. The note was gone. Was that enough? The bodyguards behind the woman moved to stop me but were halted by a gesture from her.

She was a stunning woman with fiery red curls cascading over her pale, bare shoulders, her beauty so striking that it was hard to look away. Holding a cigarette, she exhaled a stream of smoke and said, "How amusing."

With a disdainful glance, she saw right through me. "Do you think by destroying this note, the debt of 80 million dollars simply vanishes? How naive!"

Her scathing mockery turned my face crimson. I swallowed hard, my throat dry as I endured her ridicule. With a clap of her hands, the bodyguards nodded respectfully at her signal, exited, and quickly returned, dragging in a man with a bruised face.

As soon as he entered, he cried, pleaded on the ground, and crawled toward the woman, still crying, "Please let me go, Alessia. I have no money left. Go to my daughter, she has money, she's beautiful, she can make you a lot of money..."

"Dad..." The man on the ground, crying and begging, stabbed at my heart with every word.

The harsh reality forced me to accept that my father had gambled away his fortunes and was now in debt. But selling me to cover his losses? I would never believe this before today! His cries stopped as he looked up at me, shoulders hunched. I thought he might be afraid to face me, feeling guilty, but when his eyes met mine and recognized me, his dull eyes suddenly brightened, "Sienna, save me, save your dad, Sienna."

"Alessia, look at my daughter, how beautiful she is. Isn't she prettier than any girl in the club? Take her with you, she can earn you a lot of money, I'll use her to settle my debts, okay?"

"You bastard, what did you say!?" I couldn't believe such shameless words were spoken by a father and I screamed and lunged at him.

He grabbed my hands, his eyes wild, "Sienna, don't be afraid, it's no big deal, just sleeping with men. You don't even have to do anything and you earn money, why not? Just follow Alessia, and once Dad wins some money, I will take you home, okay?"

I cried and cursed at him, "You animal!"

Alessia coldly ordered the bodyguards to separate us. My father was dragged away, and I was taken to another room.

Inside, two maids, Russian in appearance, robust and tall, not unlike Alessia's bodyguards, pinned me to the bathroom floor, stripping off my clothes. The shower's powerful jets assaulted my body, causing intense discomfort and pain.

"Stop, it hurts!" I choked, lying helplessly on the cold bathroom floor, unable to turn over, as the maids harshly scrubbed my body. The ambiguous marks left by Antonio the previous night turned even redder under their rough hands.

"Look at these marks, how wild," Alessia said with folded arms, leaning against the bathroom door, watching as the maids scrubbed me over and over. "Clean that hole too; even if it's been used, we need to provide our guests with a clean environment."

Biting my lip, I shuddered with each wave of humiliation. This was too insulting! I won't let you get away with this! I'll kill you! I...

My eyes widened as I saw the reflection in the mirror, the woman with nothing but hatred in her eyes, it was me...

After feeling as if several layers of skin had been scrubbed off, Alessia finally let me be. The maids dragged me out of the bathroom, wrapping my body in a thin slip dress.

The dress was thin and could hide nothing; my nipples and pubic hair were clearly visible. Desperate for something to cover myself with, I found the room devoid of any fabric, not even a bedsheet.

What should I do? I paced frantically around the room, searching for anything to defend myself with.

Nothing on the bed, nothing on the table, and nothing in the cabinets. I tried the door handle, but it was locked.

What am I supposed to do? Who will save me?

Click!

The sound from the door made me freeze; goosebumps covered my skin-it was over, completely over.

Glancing around the small room, it became obvious the only place to hide was the bathroom. As the door swung open, I immediately turned and darted into the bathroom, slamming and locking the

door behind me, then retreating to the farthest corner.

I heard the man who entered the room curse loudly, quickly discovering my hiding spot. He cursed again as he banged on the door, while I hunched down, frantically looking for anything in the bathroom that could be used as a weapon. Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

Shampoo, body wash, even the hairdryer had been removed. The detachable showerhead was also gone, leaving the bathroom spotlessly clean. My eyes drifted to the full-length mirror fixed to the wall with steel screws, covering half the wall.

I knew I couldn't pry it loose...

As I stared at the mirror, lost in thought, the man outside grew impatient and yelled for the bodyguard, who kicked the bathroom door open with one powerful strike. The door shattered before my eyes. As terror seized my throat, I bit down hard on my tongue, the pain and the taste of blood momentarily suppressing my screams.

"Damn it, bitch, what is she even pretending for in this place? Go get her," the man outside raged, a plump middle-aged man that made my stomach turn.

As the bodyguard approached menacingly, I held back my disgust and pleaded weakly, "Wait, just a moment!"

"I, I..." My throat worked nervously as I swallowed hard, my eyes flicking to the mirror, secretly planning how to shatter it.

Suddenly, a familiar figure flashed in the mirror's reflection.

It was Antonio!