I Paid A Mafia Boss For Our Night novel Chapter 6

Chapter 6 I Am A Prostitute Now?

I Was Kidnapped!

Just as I was about to scream for help, one of the men covered my mouth.

"Mmm... mmm!" My muffled curses were stuck in my throat, unable to escape as they dragged me by the arms toward a dark van.

The pain was unbearable, the fear overwhelming. In desperation, I bit down hard on the hand over my mouth, and a disgusting taste of blood filled my mouth.

"Ah!" The man cried out in pain and withdrew his hand.

Spitting out the bloody saliva, I kicked and thrashed. "Who are you? Why are you doing this? Let me go, let me go!"

"Bastards!"

"Hold her tight, don't let go!"

They hadn't anticipated my fierce struggle. Losing their grip, I managed to break free momentarily.

They cursed and yelled as they chased after me, but I couldn't outrun them and was dragged back into the van.

"You dirty whore, run then, run!" The man I had bitten twisted my arm viciously behind my back. I felt it might snap.

"Bastards!" I screamed in pain, my legs kicking, my upper body twisting under their control, sweating profusely from the struggle. My hands were tied behind my back, and my eyes blindfolded.

With my sight blocked, my other senses sharpened. I heard the loud slam of the van door, and the driver starting the engine. The van then pulled away, taking me and my captors with it.

Breathing heavily, strands of my hair clung to the side of my neck, tickling me. A gnawing fear made my heart race.

"Is it Nico? Or Livia? Did they send you?" I curled up, trying to ignore the men seated beside me.

I couldn't help but fear the worst.

"No matter who sent you, you're obviously doing this for money." I tried to remain calm, attempting to negotiate, "How much do you want? I'll pay, just let me go."

The men shared a look and scoffed, "You can pay? How much can you pay?"

I bit my lip. I couldn't.

Though my family was once affluent enough to afford a two-story mansion in the wealthiest district, that was before my father became addicted to gambling. Since then, our financial situation had plummeted. My tuition fees were often overdue until I could start working part-time and earn scholarships to somewhat ease our burdens.

Over the years, most of my earnings went towards Nico and my studies, leaving little left.

But I couldn't let them sense my desperation, so I bluffed, "Yes, I have money, I-ah, it hurts! Let me go, it hurts so much!"

Enraged by my lie, one man grabbed my hair, forcing my head back, "If you had money, would your father be willing to sell you?"