SOLD TO THE MAFIA BOSS

CHAPTER SIX:DINNER

Lena stepped out of her room and followed the maid downstairs, her stomach growling impatiently. As they approached the dining hall, the rich aroma of food filled her nostrils, making her realize just how hungry she was.

The moment she entered the enormous hall, she slowed down.

A long dining table stood in the middle, covered with an impressive variety of dishes, from roasted meat and creamy pasta to foreign delicacies she couldn't even identify. Crystal glasses and expensive cutlery were arranged neatly before each seat.

And at the head of the table sat Damien Cross.

The devil himself.

He was focused on his phone, looking completely uninterested in everything around him.

Seated beside him and along the long table were several young men and women, all dressed in expensive clothes. The men were handsome, while the women looked stunning, but there was something intimidating about every single person in the room.

These weren't ordinary people.

They carried themselves with the kind of confidence that made it clear they weren't used to being questioned.

The moment Lena stepped inside, every pair of eyes turned toward her.

Everyone except Damien.

He didn't even bother looking up from his phone.

Lena swallowed her discomfort and offered a simple greeting.

"Good evening."

Her voice carried a slight foreign lilt, but she kept it polite.

A few people nodded in response, while others continued studying her with undisguised curiosity.

She ignored them and looked for an empty seat.

There was one beside Damien, but another was available farther down the table, beside a handsome young man who looked younger than the mafia boss.

Without hesitation, she headed toward the second seat.

"Sit here."

Damien's voice stopped her.

He hadn't even lifted his head. He simply pointed toward the empty chair beside him.

Lena turned to look at him.

For a moment, their eyes almost met, but he was still focused on his phone.

She said nothing.

Instead, she turned around and continued walking toward the seat she had chosen.

A strange silence fell over the table.

Lena could practically feel everyone's attention following her as she pulled out the chair and sat down.

She refused to let them intimidate her.

She was hungry, and that was all that mattered.

However, when she noticed that nobody had started eating, she hesitated. Everyone seemed to be waiting for something.

Then Damien finally put his phone down, picked up his cutlery, and began eating.

Immediately, the others followed.

Lena picked up her fork and knife and started eating too.

The food was delicious, but she barely had time to appreciate it. She had gone the entire day without a proper meal, and her hunger was far greater than her interest in the people around the table.

Still, she couldn't help noticing that someone was watching her.

When she finally lifted her eyes, she caught sight of a beautiful red-haired woman seated a little distance away. She wore a revealing crop top and short trousers, and her perfectly painted lips curled into a mischievous smile.

The woman looked Lena up and down, her expression dripping with disdain.

It was the kind of look that made Lena feel as though she had done something wrong simply by existing.

Lena frowned slightly before returning her attention to her food.

She wasn't interested in whatever game the woman was playing.

She was too hungry to care.

"Hi."

The voice beside her made her pause.

Lena turned and found the handsome young man sitting next to her smiling.

"I'm Greg. Nice to meet you."

For a moment, she considered ignoring him like everyone else seemed to be ignoring her.

But he was the only person who had actually made an effort to speak to her.

So she gave him a small nod.

"Hi. I'm Lena."

"Nice name," Greg replied with a friendly smile.

Before she could say anything else, she noticed a shift in the atmosphere.

Damien had finally lifted his head.

His gaze moved from Lena to Greg, lingering between them for a brief moment before he picked up his phone again.

Lena pretended not to notice.

She continued eating until her plate was empty, finishing long before most of the others had even come close to finishing theirs.

She placed her cutlery down and wiped her mouth with her napkin.

Finally.

She could return to her room and enjoy some peace.

Lena pushed her chair back and stood up.

"Finished already?" Greg asked, looking amused.

She nodded. "Yes."

"Okay, let me escort you to your room."

Before Lena could respond, Damien's cold voice cut through the dining hall.

"Greg, sit down."

Greg froze.

The friendly smile disappeared from his face as he glanced toward Damien.

Lena looked at the mafia boss, but he had already returned his attention to his phone.

She wasn't going to argue with him, nor was she going to wait around for permission to leave.

"Thank you for rhe food" she said quietly to the table.

Then she turned and walked toward the exit.

A male guard standing near the door immediately fell into step behind her. Given the size of the mansion, she assumed he had been instructed to ensure she returned to her room without getting lost.

She didn't bother asking.

All she wanted was to get away from that suffocating dining hall.

She had barely taken a few steps down the corridor when a sudden crash shattered the silence.

CRASH!

Lena stopped dead in her tracks.

The sound of breaking glass echoed through the mansion.

Before she could even turn around, a harsh voice roared from somewhere behind her.

"GET DOWN ON YOUR KNEES!"

BANG!

A gunshot rang out.