Love Slave to the Mafia Boss's Passion 18 novel Chapter 6

That’s impossible. My parents never mentioned taking out any debt from the mafia and definitely not five hundred million dollars. What would they even need that much money for anyways? We lived a normal life. We didn’t have any crazy money to spend like that.

I turned to look behind me at my sobbing grandmother who had a look of absolute shock on her face. I knew it, this is probably also my grandmother’s first-time hearing about all this. I was worried about my grandmother. She looked so pale like she could pass out at any moment and her silent sobbing cries had gotten louder as the situation worsened around us.

“It’s just as the contract states. Your parents borrowed five hundred million dollars from our boss and we’re here to get it back. Simple,” the man continued in a passionless voice.

Simple. My foot.

I looked down at the contract that I clutched tightly in my trembling hand. Scanning it, I could see the words and figures of five hundred million dollars. The signature of both of my parents were on the document. Did they really take out this ridiculous loan? Why?

“But…my parents passed away many years ago…” I whispered, still unable to come to terms with this.

I was in no position to pay off any debt. We could barely afford to get by. We had no money to spare, let alone the five hundred million dollars that the man was talking about.

“Exactly. That’s why we’ve been looking high and low for you, their only daughter. Since your parents are dead, you’ll have to pay the boss back,” the man said while nodding his head.

“But…I don’t have any money…” I said, completely at a loss.

“Well, that’s not exactly my problem. However, the boss wants his money back. So, you’re coming with us,” the man said.

Before I could react, the man’s hand had reached forward in astonishing speed and was gripping my wrist tightly in his large hand. He didn’t hold me too tightly and it didn’t hurt but no matter how much I struggled against him, his grip wouldn’t loosen.

“Let go! What do you think you’re doing?” I cried out loudly as I continued to struggle vainly against his grip.

“Stop struggling. You’re making this unnecessarily hard for both of us. My boss has ordered me to bring you to him if you don’t have any money to pay him back with,” the man said as he dealt with my struggling effortlessly.

“No! I refuse!” I shouted.

“Well, I’m just doing my job. Hurting women and old grannies isn’t my thing. I suggest you stop struggling now and come with me willingly,” the man said sternly.

“Lisa!” I heard my grandmother call out my name repeated in a strained and broken voice when she witnessed the physical struggle between the man and I.

However, soon after my grandmother was silent. I turned around to see that she had fainted. Oh…what do I do now?