"Who do you think you are uh? You dare brought me here against my will?!"

"Maybe I should ask you that same question. Who do you think you are to talk to me like that. You are no one, okay. Just sold to me. And you should have thanked your ass out there. Damon would have f*cked the hell out of you if you are his slut. But fortunately, you aren't. You are sold to me and you are mine,"

"Sold to you?! What the heck are you saying," Mahalia widened her eyes, trying to reason what he was saying. How can she be sold to him like some goods in the market. He must have mistaken her for the wrong person.

"You are Mahalia Jose and your father, Cesar Jose sold me to you. I payed him money just to have you. Do you get that?!" Hendrix said with no expression in him.