Mahalia who was on the floor was already bleeding on her knees from the powerful push.

She stood up, limping badly.

'now, it's worse," she complained, groaning loudly. She was in another pain after a mighty pain this morning. She turned around to look for her father, but not a shadow of him was seen amongst the crowds.

"He has run off,"

Mahalia sighed, then began to walk home, not forgetting the foodstuffs her mother told her to get.

She limped all the way home, only to see her mother going in with a basket of fruits.

"Mom,"

Alexa turned around to see her daughter limping towards her with a bag.

When she saw her knees bleeding, she widened her eyes in shock. How can she suddenly be bleeding after going to the market? What happened over there?

"Mahalia, what happened again? Why are you bleeding?"

"Nothing mom, I fell," she lied just to save her father's a*s. She knows if she tells her what happened, things would get worse between her mother and her father. It would turn into a great fight and she doesn't want that.

"Really?" Alexa frowned. "Yes, it's nothing,"

"Okay, if you insist, go drop the bag inside,"

"Sure,"

She walked inside, then dropped the bag.

She walked into her room to treat her wounds and take a bath.

Never did she know what is specially prepared for her tomorrow. The day her life is going to change drastically.

***

*The next day*

Mahalia was prepared to go find work, looking neat and prepared. She had her hair well and neat. She had cleaned her wounds and taken care of them, so she is walking alright, but limping a little. She walked into the parlor, meeting the parlor empty.

"Where is mom?" She muttered to herself, looking around.

"Mom?" She called loudly. When she saw the house empty,

She stepped out, only to meet a group of roughed people in suits waiting for her. She looked at them in confusion. Who are they? And why are they all staring at her like that??

"Who are you, people?!" She questioned in confusion and fear. These people look very harmful and not so good.

"We want you to come with us,"

"What?! Who are you, people?! And why should I come with you? What do you want from me,"

"Take her," one of the men in suits ordered the other one and immediately, she felt an excruciating pain behind her neck and blackout!

***

"(Groan) um!!" Mahalia grunts loudly. Her vision was still not clear as she batts her lashes over and over again for clear sight.

After a while, she saw everything rear her. Where is she? Where is here?

She felt the place she was resting on very comfortable, and unbelievably soft. She sat up, looking around the room. It was a luxurious and good-looking room.

"Where am I?"

She stood up from the bed, looking around the room. Those men in suits kidnapped her and brought her here! Where the heck is this place??

She heard loud footsteps from behind and immediately, she stood on alert. She felt stood on her feet, not moving.

"Who are you?" She heard a cold, soft, and ep voice behind her. She gulped in nothing in fear. That voice...it sounds penetrating and surprisingly soft.

"Are you Damon's slut?!" She heard his voice again. She felt shivers and goosebumps all around.

She turned around slowly, looking down. Slowly, she lifts her er head only to see a young, handsome, and domineering man in front of her.

"You must be Damon's slut," he muttered, then scoffed loudly.

"W...who is Damon? A...are you the one who told, be...ing me here against my will?!"

"What?!"

"Who are you and what do you want from me?" Mahalia said almost in tears.

"What?!" Hendrix frowned.

"Hey, Hendrix Santos!"

A cold and deep voice was heard from the stairs.

Mahalia looked up to see that man. That same man who forced her into her car yesterday. Was he the one who sent those men to bring her here? Then who is this handsome guy?!

"Oh! Wow! You brought another slut into your private room and surprisingly, you brought her to the pub,"

"Bringing her here doesn't concern you, why don't you mind your own business and do what you come here for Hendrix!" Santos spat.

"Oh, no worries. I am here to collect my stuff from you, I am not here to deal with any slut. After f*cking her, maybe you would come to your senses," Hendrix rolled his eyeball at Santos.

Hendrix sat down placing his leg on the other.

"F*cking her?" Mahalia's mind rang. "No! No no!! Who are you, people?! You brought me here against my will and I am telling you politely, please take me back to where I came from, I beg of you,"

Hendrix sighed in no interest whatsoever. He just took a cigarette from the table, lit it, and began to smoke from it.

"Your father owes me, big time. If I want you to satisfy me on the bed, then that's what I want and you are not gonna argue with me on that, got that pretty?"

"What?! It's my father who owns you, not me, what do you want with me?! Just let me go!!!" She screamed at the top of her voice.

"Your father owes me. And you are his daughter Miss Jose, or aren't you the daughter of that idiot?" Damon said with a chuckle.

The minute Hendrix heard the name Jose, he lift his face to take a close look at Mahalia.

"Yes, I am. But..."

"Will you two shut up? Why don't you give me my stuff or I will shoot the f*cking shit out of your slut's brain," Hendrix howled in anger, feeling very irritated with the way the two are arguing.

'what?! Are they Mafias?' she thought to herself, gulping down nothing.

She felt scared the minute she heard his domineering voice, his voice sounds threatening and this person seem not to be the person anyone could frustrate.

"Why don't you shut up Hendrix, I am talking to Cesar's daughter here! And if you want your money, it's on the couch, just take it and leave!"

'Cesar's daughter? So she is Cesar's daughter,' Hendrix furrowed his brows, not listening to what Damon was saying.

"you are his relative, Miss Jose, his beautiful daughter and I want you. And if I want someone, I must get the person no matter the consequences, got that?!" Damon howled in authority like he is the owner of the girl.

"What?!" Mahalia widened her eyes in shock. What has she and her father gotten herself into? Is her father making deals with Mafias that got him into deep trouble? How did her father even know the Mafias? And how the heck is her father owning them when it's very hard for her family to eat three square of meals in a day? and now...

"Pow!!!" A loud gunshot was heard and immediately, Mahalia bent down in fear. Who shot a gun?!

Damon turned his face to look at the man who was raising his gun towards him, looking like he was in business. His face read no emotions as he points the gun at Damon.

"What the f*ck is wrong with you! You a*s hole!"

"How can she be yours when she is already mine,"

His thick voice echoed like a resounding drum.