Owned By The Mafia Don

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ing love conquered all. My family was dirt poor, but it didn’t matter to me as long as they loved me and we had each other. But I was just ten when I was sold like I was a piece of bread. That

HAK

red other children of varying ages, being transported to an unknown place. Some of them had been kidnapped, but some like me had been sold by parents, relatives

ors didn’t care if we lived or died, whichever one of us was still breathing when we finally arrived would be taken and th

when he finally died. Maybe it wouldn’t matter, maybe I would die either way. Maybe it was better than whatever f

pleaded with tears in my eyes as

are of you anymore. Stop crying, be a man.” My father s

ther said as she rushed

t to go.” I pleaded

ome other children from the village are going too, if they see you crying they will laugh at you. Th

e crying t

I

doesn’t need yo

her. As I looked up at him, I realised that Mama didn’t wa

andle business.” Father said

being given to these men when my father was given some money. I was being sold and my mother had been lied to, they would never return me. I bit the

t you if you misbehave. Your sister would have brought me more profit, but I have two more sons to replace

ell this year, I knew that, but we still had something to live on for now. And we had already started preparing to plant more in

ose to the market. That was why he didn’t want Mama to know that he received mon

the man that had been holding me and I was put into the

had been given before I inhaled a gas that made me fall asleep. When I wo

ber her smile, her scent, her voice. I remembered her scolding me when I injured myself while also soothing my wounds. I remembered her singing to me and my siblings. I heard a loud noise

ed, and the first thing I did was take a deep breath

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