My father sold me to the Mafia King

A sweet, pure smile sketched upon my lips, extending in that warm moment while I rocked in the air, swinging with lightness. There was nothing in this entire world that I wanted, wished for, or hoped for more than what I was seeing and touching before me of this piece of earthly paradise.

Suddenly, and without introductions, a strange, raspy, and annoying voice began to pierce the calm and isolation of the pure place, calling me with a strange urgency and repetition: ”Julie...! Julie...!”

My smile stopped and vanished rapidly, and I turned my head with panic and anxiety around the aspects of the garden to see the source of this intrusive voice, but there was no one behind the dense trees.

Then his voice became clearer, sharper, and more nervous as it echoed in the cavities of my ear with violence and harshness: ”Julie...!” In one terrifying second, everything beautiful, green, and pure around me turned into a dark, absolute blackness, and Robert and Ethan vanished from before me like departing smoke.

I opened my eyes with extreme heaviness and exhaustion, sharp pain squeezing my head harshly like hammers. I felt the bright yellow light stinging my eyelids with pain while I began to see with blurriness two sharp, piercing blue eyes staring at me with a clear anxiety and fear that confused me.

The cursed Jake was bending with his torso over me, saying in a tensed, panting, and disturbed tone: ”Julie... do you hear me? By the curse’s sake, wake up!”