ChapterThree
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I looked at my father, expecting a reply from him. I was going to tackle the problem of him stealing from my safe, but right now, I needed him to tell me who these men were.
“They are here for their item.” He stuttered, his lips quivering.
I squinted my eyes at him, not understanding what he meant.
“He is Don Pablo.” his eyes were directed towards one of the men.
Before I could say anything, I heard a loud smack against the skin. I rushed towards my father as he collapsed on the floor.
“Baba,” I called out in panic. One of the men had hit him across the face.
I looked at the man in defiance. He was the one with the emerald eyes.
“Why did you slap my father? Who the f**k do you think you are?” My father held me, urging me to keep quiet.
I refused to listen to him, instead I opened my mouth to give this man a piece of my mind.
“You think you can just…”
Before I could complete my statement, a stinging pain crept to my face and I held my burning cheek in my hand.
“Explain things properly to your daughter and tell her to shut her mouth or I'll slap her again.” His baritone voice held no emotions in it.
I blinked back the tears which were forming in my eyes. My father held my hand and I looked at him in anger. I hated him for stealing my money and paying me back by bringing men into the house to slap me.
“Suzette, this is Don Pablo.” my father repeated.
I shot him a hard glare. “Hell yeah, you've told me that already.”
“I'm owing him money.” Baba added and I rolled my eyes at him.
“Why do you always have to do this?” Tears were flowing freely down my face.
I watched as two of the men grabbed my father by the hair. He was dragged into the middle of the living room and thrown on the floor.
I rushed towards him, but one of the men held me roughly. I couldn't move and I felt my heart pounding against my ribcage.
Are they going to kill my father?
A loud scream escaped from my mouth as I watched my father being battered on the floor. Baba raised up his head, pleading for mercy, but he got a heavy kick to the face in return.
The emerald eyed man who my father had referred to as Don Pablo ordered his men to stop.
“You have the guts to steal money from me and try to run away.” His voice was deep and guttural. The next thing I heard was the shrill cry of my father's voice.
The man had bashed him on the head with his heavy boot.
Baba collapsed limply to the floor, his body shaking violently.
“Please, stop.” I pleaded. My body was hurting as one of the men held me. I had no choice but to watch helplessly as my father was beaten.
“Explain what you did to your daughter and stop wasting my time.” Don Pablo spat before delivering a heavy punch on his face.
This was more than I could bear. Baba was bleeding from the nose. The men who were beating him were younger than him. I wondered if they had no respect for the gray hair on his head.
The man who held me released me and I rushed towards my father, holding his sweaty body.
“I stole from a mafia boss.” Baba said, dropping the bombshell.
“Don Pablo is a mafia boss and I stole from him and now I have to pay back.”
I placed a hand on his forehead, his temperature had escalated.
“How much is it? Maybe we can pay it back.”
I heard a sinister laughter accompanying my statement.
Don Pablo clapped his hands mockingly and he looked at me and my father.
“If your deadweight father could pay back 100 million dollars, then you two wouldn't have been living in this house.”
“100 million dollars?” I repeated, my eyes widening in shock. The mention of such a cumbersome amount of money was enough to give one a heart attack.
“There's still a way to pay it back. What did we agree on?” Don Pablo spat as he came closer to my father, handling his face roughly in his hand.
“I can't do that.” Baba pleaded. Don Pablo signaled his men and they came closer to him. One of them grabbed my father into the toilet and shoved his face into the water closet. I heard my father's muffled screams as the toilet water suffocated him.
It was disgusting and I could feel his pain. I took my eyes away and I heard a loud commanding voice.
“Don't you dare look away. Look at your father.” Don Pablo commanded.
I couldn't bear to see my father being tortured. My eyes remained glued to the ground.
He came closer to me and lifted my head up.
“You're quite the catch, aren't you?”
I raised my eyes to meet him. My breathing was labored.
“Please don't kill my father.” I managed to say.
He signaled his men and they dragged my father out of the toilet. Baba's face was red and wet. His hair was disheveled and the dark bags around his eyes only seemed darker.
“She is my only child. I can't do this.” Baba pleaded and he received a deafening slap.
My face was consumed with terror as I wondered what the men wanted from me. I rushed towards my battered father who was kneeling on the ground. This time around, the men didn't stop me.
“Baba please what is happening? What do they mean?”
“Suzette, I'm sorry, but this is the only option left.”
“Baba, what do you mean?” I asked, trembling. My heart was racing and I couldn't understand where he was driving.
“There's only one thing that the mafia wants for the debt to be cleared.” My father mentioned.
“You're wasting my time, old man.” One of the men grabbed my father by the collar.
Baba managed to speak in a suffocated voice. “He wants you.”
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