POSSESSED BY THE MAFIA KING

chapter 4

"Uh?" Mahalia turned her head to look at Hendrix who was staring at Damon with a smirk. That annoying smirk of his.

'what is happening?' her mind screamed out in fear. Is her father really in trouble to this extent?

"What the f*ck are you saying man?!" Damon yelled at him.

"She is my property and not with you to meddle with. If you want a slut, go get one at the brothel. This one is Mahalia and she is mine,"

"What?!!" It was Mahalia's turn to yell. She was confused. What the heck is this way handsome guy saying?! And how did he know her name? She is no famous girl and she has no other relative that could just tell anyone her name.

How can she be his when she is no one. She is trampling with money bastards here and she is just a pauper who has no job. And who is who here?!

"Why don't you try take her away from me if you dare," Damon wanted to walk and go grab Mahalia who widened her eyes in shock and in fear. She felt she could melt in any minute.

"Why don't you move and I shoot your legs off," Hendrix threatened.

Damon stopped immediately, then turned around to look at Hendrix.

Without hesitating, Damon's men surrounded Hendrix with guns , pointing directly at him, also Hendrix men pointed their guns directly at Damon's men and Damon himself.

Mahalia felt she could melt immediately. She felt inferior to this people and felt very weird. This is so awkward.

'are they going to shoot themselves,' she couldn't help but imagine if they are really gonna shoot themselves for real, and then fight begins and she would probably die in this fight

"What the hell do you want Hendrix Santos?!" Damon frowned.

"I want this girl and my money,"

"What?!"

"How much does Cesar Jose owes you?" Hendrix asked coldly

"Two million," Damon also replied coldly.

Mahalia widened her eyes in shock. Two million!!! Her father couldn't even provide the family an hundred dollars, and now he is owing a money mogul two million?! Where the heck is the money? That money is a whole lot of fortune.

Hendrix laughed loudly in mockery, and Damon frowned upon hearing the laughter.

"Two million?! You must be joking. I thought it would be something like five hundred million or nine hundred million. I never expected just two million. Are you really that poor, Damon Jericho or are you just stupid," he mocked Damon who was in a great fury.

"You Italian bastard!" He cursed.

"Jackson! Get me the bag of cash on the couch!" He ordered one of his men and immediately, the bag was brought to him.

He opened the bag and it revealed a whole lot of money, all in dollars.

He poured some of it to his face.

"That's your payment. And now...."

He walked to Mahalia, then squats in front of the trembling girl.

"I am taking her with me," he completed his words, smirking at the girl.

"Uh?!"

Damon grits his teeth in anger and in tolerance. He couldn't believe he could tolerate this asshole and just let him go like that. He just spat words at him and took his girl.

He waved at his men to drop their guns. They did dropped it, same goes to Hendrix men.

"You are not gonna kill me right?!" Mahalia whispered still in great fear in her.

"Of course I am not gonna kill you," he said to her with a curve on his face.

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*Flashback*

"Don, someone is causing a ruckus outside," one of Hendrix men said to the Hendrix who was busy smoking to his fulfilment.

"A ruckus?!"

"Please let me in, I want to see the sir. Please I beg of you! I just want to see him," Hendrix could here a faint voice outside.

"Let him in," he said to his men.

Cesar was pushed to Hendrix feet as he hollered looking like a worn off man.

"Who are you and why are you causing a ruckus in my base?" Hendrix asked with no emotions. He just stared at him without batting his lashes.

"I need your help sir,"

"What do you need my help for?"

"I have a family to feed sir..."

"Just get to the point!"

"I want money sir,"

"Money?!" Hendrix frowned.

"Yes sir. I want money. In exchange I will give you my daughter, please I just want money,"

"Your daughter?? Did I ever told you I am in need of a b***h?! Avido bastardo!"

Cesar turned his head to see a sharp knife been rolled by the man beside him.

"Please I really want money. I beg of you."

Hendrix stood up and Cesar shook in fear. This man has a domineering aura that one doesn't even dare to think of offending him. He was frowning hard, as he stepped away from his chair.

"Ho bisogno di un bambino, non di una puttana," he said in Italian language, then turned around.

"How old is your daughter?" He asked and immediately, Cesar's eyes beamed in excitement.

"She is twenty one years old, she is very beautiful. Her name is Mahalia Jose. I swear you will like her," he said it all in a go. "And this is her picture,"

He brought out his phone, even with his hand shivering, he show him Mahalia picture.

"This is it sir,"

"I never asked you to tell me her features, nor asked you to show me her pictures, you dimwit!"

"I am really sorry sir," he now his head.

"Okay, how much do you really want?" Hendrix asked, making a deal with him.

"Twenty million dollars," Cesar said in greed. He was hungry of greed that he was selling his daughter off to this man. The man he didn't even know of. He only heard of him and now he is selling his only daughter to him.

'she is useless anyways,' he thought to himself. 'but how am going to explain to her bitchy mother?' hie mind rang.

"Okay,"

"Really sir,"

"I hate repeating myself. I want her in my villa tomorrow,"

"Nathaniel, give him the villa's address,"

"Yes sir,"

"Oh, thank you sir, thank your sir. I really appreciate it. Thank you so much sir,"

"Collect your money and get outta here, before I change my mind," he said coldly and immediately, Cesar stood up.

"Come with me," The guy, Nathaniel said to him and he tailed behind in happiness.

"Mahalia Jose," Hendrix echoed the name.