My boyfriend sold me to the mafia Chapter 3

"Who is it?"

"Oh, it's my father. He says the guy who helped him get started wants to come see him. I'm telling you, this is the crime boss of our entire district! When you meet him, I'll introduce you!"

Linda looked at me and snorted coldly. "She's lucky today! Tell those men to stop. We'll continue after my father and I meet with the boss!"

I instantly felt relieved.

But just as she reached the door, she thought of something.

"Wait! Let them take care of her a bit more! We'll come back after my father and I meet the boss. Let's go, Marcus darling!"

My heart sank to rock bottom.

Half an hour—I probably wouldn't even be alive to see my father!

Just as I was about to endure a second round of torture, a masked man ripped the tape off my mouth and tried to inject me with something.

"Let you taste what we've got in our stash! You behave yourself and we'll make sure you leave here alive!"

"My father is the boss Mr. Walsh mentioned! The crime boss of this district!"

The masked men froze for a moment, then looked at each other and laughed. "Who'd believe that? That boss's name is Davis, and your last name is Mitchell. You think we're all idiots?"

I clenched my fists tightly.

Years ago, after my mother died giving birth to me, my father changed my surname to my mother's to honor her memory.

This had always been a source of pain for my father and me. We rarely mentioned it at home, and the outside world barely knew, because it challenged my father's authority.

"That's because I took my mother's surname!"

They burst into even louder laughter. "You're saying a crime boss would let his only daughter take an outsider's surname? Who'd believe that? Enough talk. Are you going to inject yourself or should we do it?"

"Aren't you afraid my father will kill you all? He always means what he says. He's on his way right now. If you hurt me again..."

"Enough. You guys get on with it!"

I was restrained again. After a sharp pain in my arm, I felt my whole body burning up and my mind becoming unclear.

"Hehe, alright, boys, we can really have fun now!"

I used my last bit of rationality to push away the man in front of me, but my arms were limp. His expression grew even more excited.

I closed my eyes in despair, tears mixing with blood and spilling onto the floor.

Another twenty minutes later, they were panting heavily beside me while I lay on the ground like a broken rag doll.

My consciousness somewhat recovered. I pointed at one of them and said, "You'll all regret this! My father... Ah!"

He stomped hard on my finger, breaking it. The pain nearly made me pass out. Suddenly the warehouse door opened and I looked toward it hopefully.

But it was Linda and Marcus.

"How unlucky. That boss won't let father do human trafficking or prostitution. Now we need to hide this woman quickly so he doesn't see her!"

Linda covered her nose as she looked at me.

"What a filthy woman! She reeks now! Put her in the coffin in the basement. Remember to leave an air hole so she doesn't die!"

They carelessly threw me into the coffin. I desperately pushed against the lid to keep them from closing it.

"My father's coming soon. You're all finished!"

Bang!

The coffin lid slammed shut. Though I pulled my hand back in time, my pinky finger got caught in the gap. The excruciating pain flooded my brain and I passed out.

Meanwhile upstairs, Derek Walsh was guiding my father through an inspection.

"Mr. Davis, everything here is legitimate business. Absolutely no illegal activity! You can inspect anywhere you want!"

As the door opened, a bloody smell hit them.

My father frowned. At the same time, he began feeling uneasy, his heart racing, with a bad premonition.

Derek Walsh explained they'd recently slaughtered a pig, which was why there was a smell.

But when my father looked toward the corner, his expression immediately changed. Derek Walsh broke out in a cold sweat.

In the corner were several drops of blood that hadn't been wiped clean.

"Oh... Mr. Davis, it's like this—we didn't clean up the pig blood properly. We'll wipe it up right now!"

"Get on it!" Derek Walsh frantically signaled to his subordinates with his eyes. They trembled as they rushed toward the bloodstains.

But my father seemed not to hear them speak and walked straight over.

"Wait. Don't wipe it yet!"

My father crouched on the ground and examined the bloodstains carefully, then stood up and glared furiously at Derek Walsh.

"I've been in this business long enough to tell the difference between human blood and pig blood! This is clearly human blood! Tell me, what illegal dealings are you conducting here?"

Derek Walsh nearly wet himself. Linda came over with an ingratiating smile.

"Oh, Mr. Davis, this is all a misunderstanding! A few thieves broke into this warehouse two days ago. We were just defending ourselves, which is why there are bloodstains! Right, father?"

Derek Walsh nodded frantically.

My father looked around carefully. Indeed, there were no hidden doors or stairs. Just as he was about to leave, his assistant hurried in and showed him something on a tracking device.

"This is..."

After exchanging glances with his assistant, my father whistled. A group of bodyguards surrounded the entire factory.

My father had a chair brought over and sat in the middle of the factory.

After Derek Walsh obsequiously handed him a cigarette, my father lit it and jabbed it directly at Derek Walsh.

Derek Walsh screamed in pain. "Mr... Mr. Davis, what are you doing?"

"Heh, that's just a small punishment. Now I'm going to ask you something. If you dare lie to me, not just you, but your entire family won't be able to survive in this city!"

My father slowly pulled out a photo of me. "This girl—have you seen her?"