The ride home was extremely quiet. Ryan had come back for her three hours after he had left, and they were finally getting to head home by 3:39. Who knew she would still have to meet other family members even after their casino stuff? She huffed her anger out her nose. "Is all well?" "No." She grunted. The silence took its course. She folded her arms across her chest. "What's wrong?" He asked, placing his hand over hers. She flinched a bit, before regaining herself. How could she explain that she wanted to be alone? Her head was running at three hundred and thirty metres per second. She needed to soothe and calm herself. She was angry, frustrated, sad and mad at herself. Why was it so hard for her to find a peaceful ground? What would it take for her to live a normal life? She was finally getting her life back on track. She had forgotten Anthony and his nuisance. She had her best friend and this amazing guy with her. And all of a sudden, every
"I have a business proposal for you," Caleb Martinson voiced out in a weak tone. Anthony eyes moved from the book in hand, to the battered face of the half dead man on the floor. His index finger placed itself between the pages as he casted an even better glance at the man. "You have a business proposal." He repeated in a hushed tone.Caleb nodded slowly. His back itched badly, but the ropes around his hands prevented him from taking action. "I'm listening." Anthony said out in disbelief. What business proposal would cover up a seventy grand debt? Was it even a debt? No, he wouldn't call it a debt. It shouldn't be a debt, if it was gotten through theft. His eyes bore into the old man as he awaited the hearing of the idea. "My daughter. My first daughter." Caleb said out in a scorched voice. His head was hurting and his eyes felt dilated, but he couldn't pass out. He knew better than to grow unconscious in the presence of his angry boss. "Your daugh
A week had gone by,and the entire case about Caleb had been shut down. It was six pm. Exactly six pm when Sandra and her mother finally decided to take a look at the file. The letter had said not to open the file until that time, and for some reason, they didn't. Florence held her daughter's hand as she scrolled through the files. Her eyes widened, and she slammed the paper right across the table. "What's wrong?" Sandra asked as she picked up the papers."I don't believe it" Her mother's voice came in a whisper. "Your father," she started with a pause. "Sold you" What?!"and our entire belongings"What?!Confusion washed over Sandra as she sought for words to say. Her father sold her? That was impossible! It had to be! She wasn't a minor anymore. She was almost twenty one. Plus, no one traded humans anymore. She stared at the papers her mother had thrown,and realization dawned on her. He sold her off to pay for a fucking debt. "That's why...." Her mother said in rea
Another week had gone by, and nothing was heard from Anthony. It seemed like he had just vanished into thin air. Sandra's finger flickered as she typed his name in the search bar. Nothing important came up. The media had no new news on him. She looked up to the wrinkled forehead of her best friend. Her eyes watched as her friend's teeth dug into her bottom lip. "Is there something you can do?" She questioned. "This has to be some violation of human rights!" She persisted. Her once jovial friend stared at her with the sober eyes of a pitier. "There is nothing I can do." Her friend voiced out in a hushed tone. Frustration washed over her. "What do you mean by there's nothing you can do?" "I mean there is nothing I can do. " She repeated as she dropped the contract on the table. "why?! " Sandra cried in frustration. Her fingers wiped back the tears that dropped on her cheeks. Tanya was her last resort. She had tried every means possible, but it all seem
"You're thirty minutes late!" Sandra screamed at the man, as soon as he arrived before her. Her palms molded into fists and she felt him scan her entire existence. How dare he keep her waiting for that long? "Turn around." Was that all he could say? "No." Her reply caused him to pull a hand towards his chin. A slight chuckle escaped his lips. "Turn around." He growled. With a grudging resistance, Sandra found herself bowing to the man's orders. "Too exposive." He commented. Sandra rolled her eyes. " It's my favorite dress." She proclaimed, tugging at the edges of her pink and white,long Caribbean dress. She felt it made her look like a princess. He had ordered her to dress in something nice,and she had done so. "I don't care. Get it changed." "No!" Right before Sandra could think of any other mode of action, Anthony's hands gripped hers as he tugged her into her - his house. The entire room seemed spacious, and empt
Pregnant? Wow... Sandra could not even fathom words as she sat at the table. "Congratulations,my darling." Came the voice of the elderly woman. Sandra looked up, and to her surprise, the woman was beaming at her. "Thank you." She calmly replied. Her hands stretched forward as she grabbed a napkin. She knew the game he was playing. With that announcement, she had to get pregnant, and quickly at that. Two could play at that game. "Where did you meet?" She asked. Sandra beamed at her. "It's of no importance, mom." Anthony quickly cut in. "It's no big deal, hun." She said, placing her hand on her supposed fiance's arm. He glared at her. " As a matter of fact," she started, turning to Anthony's mother. "We have know each other for over fifteen years. " "fifteen?" "Yes" Anthony quickly replied . " I'm surprised you don't remember her." He taunted with intense stares to his mother. "Oh,honey. I'm so sorry I can't recall who you are. Have we
"You wouldn't dare dump me in the trunk of a car." Sandra sizzled at the man who had turned his back to her. "Don't waste my time." He said to Dio, ignoring her. Dio pulled out a gun from his jacket, as he closed the distance between them. "Don't fucking touch me!" She screamed, shoving his chest. Dio chuckled. His long, large, tattooed hands grabbed her wrist. Her knee stubbed his groin. With a grunt, the butt of his gun clamped her jaw. Tears stung at her eyes as she watched Anthony chuckling at the side. Blood had made its way to her mouth. "Don't make it rough, if you don't like it rough." Sandra wanted to hiss at the statement. Reluctantly, she stretched her arms forward in submission. "Chain me, if you must." An hour had gone by when the trunk of the car finally popped open. Sandra's reddened eyes met with that of her master's. "Get her out of my car." He ordered. They proceeded to pulling her out of the trunk. In no time, she
"You're getting married?" Jordan asked wig a raised brow. "Yes." "Wow." He expressed, rubbing his chin. " I can't believe Francesca finally got to you " Anthony scoffed. "Francesca can go fuck herself in the ass. " Jordan gulped down the words tugging at his throat. He had honestly thought Anthony would find love in Francesca. He hated her,true,but she was compatible with his friend. Anthony needed someone who would always obey and agree to his decisions. "Who is she?" "The bride,I mean. Who is the she?" "Do you remember Caleb?" "Caleb?" "Caleb Martinson,my driver" " Oh,yes."" "His first daughter." "Why her?" "She's perfect." Jordan raised a brow in surprise. "It doesn't concern you." Anthony said, waving his worries off. "I need you there by 8 pm, at the central cathedral. This Saturday. Don't be late." He instructed as he rose to his feet. Jordan watched as he handed one of his men the paper and