My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 239

Chapter 239: 239/flashback (13)

239/A Dangerous Dare

(Flashback 23 Years Ago)

Author’s point of view

The brutal scene continued as Meredith drifted in and out of consciousness from the shock and pain. The men took turns on her as if she were a trophy of war. The sounds of moaning and the rhythmic thudding of impact rose in that filthy corner. With every "thrust" she received, she felt her dignity crumbling under the weight of these strangers.

A third man stepped forward, salivating at the sight. As soon as the first finished emptying his lust inside her, he grabbed her by the waist to flip her onto her stomach on the cold floor. He impudently shoved her ass up for all to see and aimed his engorged dick at her anus. Meredith let out a muffled scream as she felt a new tearing sensation invade her body when he forcefully sodomized her, while the man holding her head forced her to swallow his dick until she nearly choked.

Morgan remained standing in his place, watching his revenge unfold, watching the "beauty" who had sat beside him in the car turn into the wreckage of a woman. He felt not a shred of remorse; every scream she uttered was, in his ears, a fair price for her audacity in deceiving him.

"That’s enough free pleasure," Morgan said suddenly, his voice quiet but sharp as a blade. The men slowly backed away from her, panting. They threw money over her, leaving her discarded on the floor like a lifeless corpse, her clothes in tatters.

Morgan leaned over her, grabbing a lock of her disheveled hair and lifting her head so her eyes met his glacial ones. "Did you enjoy the price, Meredith?" he whispered coldly. "They paid you a lot of money tonight... I think this should be enough for you."

Meredith’s eyes widened when he spoke her real name; "Meredith." In that bitter moment, she realized he had known everything from the very beginning. Everything she had endured wasn’t a moment of impulsive rage it was a carefully laid trap to destroy her for who she truly was, not as her sister.

He let her head drop back onto the floor and turned to leave the club with confident strides, leaving her naked and broken amidst the contemptuous stares of the human wreckage that filled the place.

She realized then that she had lost everything: her identity, her body, and the man she had dared to love in all the wrong ways.

At the Bison Club, Felix spun the bottle. It whirled rapidly across the glass table before slowing down and pointing toward Peter. Felix leaned back and asked, "Truth or Dare?"

"Truth," Peter replied calmly.

Violet adjusted her seat with a look of utter boredom, her annoyance clear. "Really? Can’t anyone pick ’Dare’? I’m starting to get bored."

Martin looked at her and said, "When it’s your turn, Violet, you pick ’Dare’ then."

Felix turned to Peter with a sly grin. "How many girls have you fucked?"

In that instant, Peter froze. His eyes widened, his breathing hitched, and he couldn’t find the words. "What’s wrong?" Felix urged. "Answer, don’t be shy."

Peter lowered his head, his cheeks flushing deep red. "None," he muttered sheepishly.

Everyone’s mouths dropped in shock. They exchanged disbelieving glances; they never expected Peter to still be a virgin. Martin burst out laughing. "Peter! I didn’t know you were a ’virgin’!"

Peter clenched his fists, visibly irritated. "That’s enough."

"Come on, Peter, spin the bottle," Violet urged, waving her hands. Peter reached out and spun it hard this time. It rotated until it settled on Martin.

"Truth or Dare?" Peter asked, a defiant glint in his eyes.

Martin adjusted his collar with confidence. "To entertain Violet, I’ll say ’Dare’."

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