MY SUGAR DADDY MY MAFIA MAN

Chapter 1 – Sugar Daddy my mafia man Athandwe had long stopped crying about things she couldn’t change. The loss of her parents to HIV when she was just thirteen had left a hole no one could fill—not even her Aunt Sheila, who now paid the bills by cleaning homes in a quiet Johannesburg suburb. Now, at twenty, Athandwe had become a mirror of the very same sacrifice: a maid, a student, a dreamer barely holding it together. “You’ll get your degree, friend. I swear one day you’ll be out of this poverty,” Zoya said, her voice always full of too much hope, too little logic. Athandwe chuckled. “I have a toothbrush and three coins in my bag. Which degree will that buy me?” Zoya smirked. “That’s why you need fun. Get out of this dusty life and come with me tonight.” “No, Zoya, I have work tomorrow—” Zoya didn’t let her finish. She shoved a mini dress into her hands. “You’ll thank me later.” ******* The apartment was too clean. Too cold. Too quiet. Something was wrong. The moment the door locked behind her, Athandwe turned to Zoya—but her best friend’s eyes were empty, a mix of guilt and something far colder. “What is this?” Athandwe whispered, her voice cracking. A man stepped out from the shadows. Broad shoulders. Sharp jawline. A black suit that didn’t need to try to impress. His eyes? Deadly. Powerful. A little too calm. “I’m Mr. Zondo,” he said, voice smooth like velvet but lined with steel. “And you, little dove, now belong to me.” “What?” Athandwe’s knees gave in. Zoya looked away. “You sold me?” Athandwe gasped, breath short, chest rising. Mr. Zondo stepped forward. “Don’t be so dramatic. You’re not a slave. You’re an investment.” His fingers gently lifted her chin. “You’ll live in comfort. You’ll eat like royalty. And if you obey me... you’ll get everything your little broken heart ever wanted.” Her silence was heavy. Until she found her voice. “I’m not for sale.” He smirked darkly. “Too late. You’ve already been bought.” And with a snap of his fingers, the guards behind her stepped forward. TO BE CONTINUED...