The Billionaire's Secret Love Child(232)

Hearing something funny was going on, every member of Nigel’s team went out to join the conversation, including Big Boy, the boss who was a member of a rival mafia group.

“What’s going on here?” Big Boy asked.

After recognizing each other, Anton and Big Boy’s expressions fell in great dismay. Their mafias were not in harmony with each other. In the industry, everyone was so competitive. Greed. Hatred. Fear were the words to describe accurately their memberships.

“What are you doing here?” Big Boy asked again.

“I want to buy her. How much?”

Buy me? Tasia looked around for any woman. She tried her best but found none. Her heart beat raced. Every sprint made her gasp for air. Were they selling her?

“I don’t sell anything that I own.” Big Boy spat.

How dare you! I’m not even yours, *!

“$1 Million. Cash.” Anton said stoically.

“No Deal.”

Tasia cut in. She couldn’t help but to break her silence. She needed to make sure she was not being sold. Human trafficking was illegal. But in this industry everything was legal. No law. No rule and regulation. Nothing at all. They did as they pleased.

“Wait….” Before she could even say the next word, one man grabbed her aside by the mouth to keep her from talking.

“I’m not going to make this any longer. $3 Million. Fixed. Take it or leave it.”

Big Boy knew that a mafia leader like him never made any joke. They were always serious. Covetousness took over.

“Deal.”

What? She thought she was going to pass out. After he had announced that she was sold, every word she heard was like a loud cymbal. What could she do? Just before she started working for Big Boy, she signed a contract allowing him to govern parts of her life in exchange for a large amount of cash. She was heedless that it was going to be this big.

Mama and Papa, forgive me. I didn’t know what I was doing. Please, help me! She cried.





Chapter Four

A bolt of pain struck Tasia’s head. Every nerve in her brain must have been shaken up as she felt so dizzy. Oh, I think I drank too much. She thought.

As she opened her eyes, she found out she was not in a dream. Not at all.

Casting the duvet cover away, a cold breeze touched her delicate skin. She looked down. Sure enough, she was naked. She had neither clothes nor underwear.

“Aaaah…..” She screamed at the top of her voice. She almost reached the dolphin note.

She heard someone running to her direction. Quickly, she grabbed the duvet back and covered her voluptuous body. Her breasts were quintessentially round. And her nipples were a little darker than her skin tone. Her vagina was impeccably flawless.

“What’s the matter, ma’am?” The housekeeper asked.

By the look on her visage, Tasia knew she was a few years older than her. She was twenty-six. The housekeeper must have been in her late twenties to early thirties. She had a great body like her. Only, she was lighter.

“Where am I?” Taskia asked.

“You don’t know?”

“Just tell me!” Tasia yelled.

She was heedless Anton was just outside listening to their conversation. Before the housekeeper could even open her mouth to explain, he appeared from behind. In an instant, she recognized him from the Black Market.

“You –“ Tasia accused. Anger and frustration clouded her perception. She could no longer think straight whenever she saw him.

“Ostavit’ nas v pokoye.” Anton commanded his servant. It was a Russian phrase for leave us alone.

Tasia hurled the pillows at him without thinking of what he might do. “You’re a godless man. You’re an animal! How dare you to purchase me, you’re an *!”

“Listen. Please, listen to me.”

Anton’s words did not pierce through her eardrums. Her ears were shut, disallowing his deception to enter her head. Once was enough.

“You’re an animal! You’re an animal……” She kept on screaming the same words over and over again.

Anton must have had enough of her big mouth. He approached her and then grabbed her wrist as he pulled her up, forcing her to stand up.

Slipping down, the duvet sheet no longer hid her shame as her nakedness revealed itself to his eyes. He’d forgotten she was naked.

“Hands off me!” She screamed at him while at the same time spat at his face.

He was shocked. He remembered the day when his father spat in his face for being so weak to endure his oppression. He was a child back then. Now, he was a full grown man.

“How dare you!” His fist met her face. She was thrown back to the bed.

Her round bottom faced him. He could see the gap in between her legs that led to her vagina. He felt lecherous to rape her, but he allowed his morals to take over. He did not want to prove to her he was a godless man. If she only knew what he’d been through, maybe then she might have retained her anger a little bit.

“Look. I’m sorry. I-I didn’t mean to lay my hands on you. I-I was just so… so carried away. Please, forgive me.” He kneeled down.

She continued sobbing.

“Please, face me,” He begged. As he stared at her, an unexplainable sadness pinched his heart. Perhaps, he could see himself in her. He was now starting to realize that he was becoming like his father, if not worse.