SOLD TO THE MAFIA QUEEN

“Where did you get that? Take that away from us.” One of them declared.

“No! no! no! I am not going to hurt you guys with this; I want to save you.” He assured them, looking into the rifle to make sure there were bullets in it. The girls were still trembling in fear, and some of them started crying while others were screaming. The room was soundproof, so the people outside couldn’t hear them.

“Shhh, calm down girls, I am not going to harm you…you guys want to get out of here, right?” He asked them, and they nodded positively.

“I also want to get out of here; you will all have to work with me.” He said. He explained his escape plan to them; they all liked the plan and promised to help him.

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Ashley sneezed as she got to the painting her vault was behind. She was sure Spike didn’t know where she kept her money; it seemed somewhat fishy, and Spike started barking loudly at the painting.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

*Woof!! Woof!* She squatted to his level, stroking his fur.

“Is everything alright, boy? Is she trapped in there?” she asked, rolling her eyes. Spike barked and started running away in the direction they came from. She tossed him a confused look and decided to go into the vault room.

She pressed the button on the painting. The walls opened and the light in the room went on. Her jaw dropped to the ground at what she saw. The door of her vault was slightly open. She was sure she had closed it. She rushed to it, pulling the door open, and a small sack fell at her feet. She looked up at the open vault and noticed a large quantity of her money was missing.

“I…have been robbed.” She said under her breath. She was finding it hard to believe because no one had ever dared to steal from her, not even her bodyguards or her servants. Spike made his way into the vault. He wasn’t barking this time. She reluctantly turned to look at him with her mouth wide open; she was still in shock. She spotted a little piece of clothing in his mouth. She drew it from his mouth and glanced at it, sniffing it, and she was sure it belonged to Melody because it reeked of her cologne.

“Are you trying to say she was the one who stole from me? How the hell did she know my password?” she said to her dog and placed her hand on her forehead in frustration. She took a deep breath, trying to reassure herself that it was just a figment of her imagination. She pushed the vault closed and rushed out of the room with Spike.

Ashley entered her dimly lit security room in a hurry. The man in charge of her security was sleeping on a chair in front of a computer, his head facing the ceiling, and saliva was escaping from his open mouth. She snorted and hit him hard on the back of his head. He held his head and jerked his head to look at her; his eyes widened as he saw her.

“My q-queen w-what brings you here?” He stuttered, frightened. “I need to check the CCTV footage; a lot of illegal things have been happening in my house,” she said. The man gulped, stroking his hurting head.

“What footage would you like to check?” he asked, sitting up right as he started operating the computer in front of him.

“I don’t need you, get off the chair.” She said.

“Huh?” he muttered.

“I said get off the chair.” She declared. He got off the chair, and she sat on the chair, grabbed the mouse, and started searching for the footage on the computer. She gasped as she saw Melody coming out of her vault room carrying a black bag. She was looking around; she saw Melody going into her room and discovered she had stolen one of her cars.

“Shit! That little bitch! How dare she steal from me? She is going to pay!” Ashley exclaimed, gritting her teeth as she held tightly to the mouse. She thought Melody was an innocent girl who just needed love and attention, but she was wrong; she was a gold digger. She quickly took out her phone and called Dave. He picked up the call after the fourth ring.

“Hello Dave, I need you to track one of my cars; I am going to send you the details.” She rushed her words.

“Q-queen, I don’t understand, why do you want to track your car?” He asked in a sleepy tone, yawning in the background.

“Because that little girl you hired stole my money and ran off with one of my cars, I need you to track the car so I can know her whereabouts and give her a piece of my mind!” Ashley half yelled pissed.

“She what?!? O-okay, I will track the car; send me the details.” He said. Ashley let go of the mouse, got up on her feet, and raised her hand at the security guard, who thought she wanted to hit him; he shuddered backward in fear.

“You couldn’t do your job; you are fired!” she said. “Pack your things and leave my house.” She said in a cold tone and left the room.

Ashley fell onto her bed, staring at the ceiling with her hand on her stomach. She was in her pajamas, ready to sleep. She was sure Melody had stolen a fortune from her, and the thought was giving her a headache. Spike was sleeping on the floor in her room.

“That little brat took advantage of my kindness; I am not going to spare her.” Ashley muttered to herself as she rested her head on her soft pillow and drifted to sleep.

Melody was standing in front of the airport with her boyfriend, who was carrying their luggage while she was holding their passport. She had deposited the money she stole from Ashley in the bank. A man walked over to them.

“Our flight is about to take off; we need to go inside now.” Her boyfriend said.

“Wait, I need to give someone my boss’s car.” Melody said. She handed the car keys to the man.