"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. She is mine to use as much as I want and you are no one to take her away from me." He said with a smirk on his face.

"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. He is a way, rich guy. Not just a guy but a Mafia and there is no one related to her to have the nerve to speak with him.

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?! And why the heck is he speaking in riddles?

"Why don't you try to take her away from me if you dare," Damon wanted to walk and go grab Mahalia who widened her eyes in shock and fear. She felt she could melt at 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's men pointed their guns directly at Damon's men and Damon himself.

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

'are they going to shoot themselves,' she couldn't help but imagine if they are gonna shoot themselves for real, and then the fight begins and she would probably die in this fight. She would die miserably and no one is gonna ask about her, even her parents wouldn't ask of her.

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

"I want this girl and my money. That's all I want and without those two things, I am not going to leave here. I want my two properties and after that, I will gladly leave. No problem there. But if you dare think of giving me the problem and then begin a war with me, it gonna turn bloody. Blood is gonna shed and everyone is going to cry. And when I meant, everybody, I meant, including you, Damon, so you better think twice and act fast," he said, threatening the man who had no choice but to oblige to his request. But still going to act stubborn.

"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 a 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. They can eat without looking at anyone's faces with it. That money is a hell of money and way too much for her father. Way way too much.

Hendrix laughed loudly in mockery, and Damon frowned upon hearing the laughter. What is he laughing at? Him?

"Two million?! You must be joking. I thought it would be something like five hundred million or nine hundred million or even billions of dollars. I never expected just two million. Are you that poor, Damon Jericho or are you just stupid," he mocked Damon who was in a great fury. He felt like picking into his skin and eating him alive

"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 thousand dollars.

He poured some of it onto his face disgustingly, then laughed a little.

"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 who trembled at just the sight of this terrible and scary young man.

"Uh?!"

Damon grits his teeth in anger and intolerance. 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 thinks he is the boss of all Mafia. He thinks he is the richest and can do anything he wants without looking at anyone's face. He thinks everyone else fears him and thinks of him as their Lord. The thought of it makes him clench his fist in anger and hatred.

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

"you are not going to take her away from her, I won't allow that," Damon said in anger, as he grits his teeth.

"Why don't you watch me," Hendrix smirked.

"Watch you...watch you do what you me...." She was cut off by the sudden lifting by Hendrix. Hendrix lifted heroin on her shoulders as she began struggling.

"Let me down...let me down!! What are you doing?" She yelled loudly.

"Shut up!"

"Are you this stupid, Hendrix?" Damon frowned arrogantly. He still doesn't get why Hendrix wants this girl badly. She is just a petty little girl. Damon feels he is just making a mockery of him.

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