Osnald was still on his feet when Greg dashed into the sitting room. He was in a haste and wouldn't want to waste much time with his friend.

"I kept you waiting right?" Greg moved closer to him. He grabbed the TV remote and turned it off. This is a part of him that all his servants are aware of, he hates noise.

Osnald sighed. "About the orders, the owners are here to take them, that's why I'm here so you would deliver them.

He dipped his hands into his pocket. "How many of them?" He licked his lips.

"All of them should be in a bunk as usual." Osnald replied.

"And you know what it costs, fifty thousand dollars." He remarked.

Osnald nodded. "It's fine." He is already aware of his charges, but has decided to ask in order to be sure that he's right.

Greg left with him to the inner part of the building. There, you will see packs of guns, bullets and many illegal items.

This is part of his business and he's making much from it. As a mafia that he is, he deals on anything illegal as a means of earning.

When it comes to cocaine, cigarettes and bombs… he deals on it too.

Gregorio is that mafia Lord well known in Mexico. You can get many Don's as mafia's, but he's their Lord and they all respect his words.

He's that man feared by many. That dude desired by women.

Lots of his fellow mafia envy him a lot, not only because he's damn rich… but he's so charming to ladies that they all want to taste him no matter what.

He had trained himself within ten years, and became that strong man known by many.

Around him you can get servants, both male and female. Their are lots of women and men that are under his captivity working as slaves before Jasmine, but you wouldn't believe that they are slaves.

When talking about concubines, they are uncountable. He fucks their pussy anyhow and when he wants. Besides, that has been what they all longed for.

He ordered Blake, one of his servants, to pack the bullets, guns and cocaine in bulk… then take them to Osnald's car.

In a blink of an eye, he was already done with it.

Osnald paid him the amount of money he requested through bank transfer, and then left with him out of the room.

"Tonight is gonna be calm, I'll rest on an asshole." Osnald uttered.

He sniffed. "You'll be present in the club?"

He nodded. "Remember to come over with a bitch."

Greg smiled. "I already have a new slave here, so I'll come over with her and make an introduction to the mafia's."

"The Raye's daughter?" Osnald questioned, and he nodded.

They walked into the sitting room and he grabbed a stick of cigarette from the table, and then lightened it.

"Make money… fuck pussy… smoke and pray not to die young." Osnald declared.

He faked a smile on his face. Dying Young is one thing that's gonna take place in his life, and nothing can reverse it.

He's ready to do the undoable. Scatter everything under the skirt and lavish his money anyhow. That alone will be his benefit under this earth before he'll be deleted.

This is a secret about him no one knows, but the reason behind him getting ready to die at any time is still hidden to him.

The doctor had announced that tragic news to him, he couldn't help it but stop him from explaining further since he had already had it in mind that he'll die young.

"Goodbye dude." He waved his palm at Osnald who smiled at him and left.

He stared at his phone screen to get the credit alert. He'll spend twenty percent of it in the club tonight.

*****

Out of fear, Jasmine didn't bother to leave her room any longer, she decided to take a walk round the building.

While walking through the corridor, she passed by two girls who were discussing.

She never knew that his master had female servants. Anyways, that conclusion might be because she has been in the room since that day.

"Here she is. The new slave and a bitch." She heard one of the girls curse her.

She didn't mind saying a word to them, rather she walked past them down the stairs.

The only wish roaming in her is never to set her eyes on Greg, or she might lose consciousness.

That man is scary.

She walked into the sitting room to see a lady cleaning it up. Her eyes caught a wooden plate that had many sticks of cigarettes in it.

There were lots of people roaming in and out of the building. Some are in uniform, while some are in different clothes.

Both male and female.

She could get the reason she never knew that the building is occupied with people that way… because her eyes were tied until she entered the room.

"Hey! What are you doing here? You're the new slave right?" The lady cleaning asked her.

She nodded.

"What's your portion of duty? Did the master give you any?"

"Yes, his chambers." She answered.

The lady's eyes widened. "Wow! Be careful with his properties or you wouldn't love the punishments you'll keep passing through. But you're so lucky, lots of servants here are longing for that opportunity."

She stretched her lips. What's important about his chambers? If only he would take away the portion from her, she would love it so much.

Setting his eyes on him every time might drain the blood in her body.

"I am Theodora, and you?"

"Jasmine…" she replied.

Dora smiled. "That's a nice name, well, nice to meet you here."

She returned the smile too and left her sight. While walking towards the kitchen, a hand tapped her shoulder. She turned back to see a man standing beside her.

"Take a turn and look at me very well. I am Blaze, the chief of all slaves. Welcome, and come over with me." Blaze narrated.

She shivered in fear contemplating on the reason behind him calling her.

Blaze was once a slave as a result being sent as a thug to capture their master, Greg. But he was caught and enslaved.

It's four years since he began working for Greg as a slave, so the others are under him.

He knows the post of duty and work of all the slaves. Just like they have their portion of duties in the interior part of the building, that's how they have another portion in the exterior part.

In fact, all the hard works are being done by the slaves… both the females and males.

She followed Blaze to the back of the building to see a part of the ground that is circled.

"You'll dig this part that's circled. The master wants to build something in it." He narrated.

Her face contorted. How on earth can she dig that ground?

"But I'm a female." She managed to speak.

"Both females and males do the same work so long as you're a slave. Maybe master didn't tell you this, you'll only put on this cloth when you're working in the interior part of the building, because he hates dirts… but in spite of that, slaves have their own clothes."

Jasmine breathed heavily on hearing that. If this is what being a slave is all about, then is she sure that she will survive it?

She shook her head. "I'll survive this hell. " She assured herself and glanced at the young man.

"Sir, I can't dig this alone. Isn't it better to have helpers?"

"This is part of your punishments. You don't need a helper, and make sure you dig it very well." He ordered her. "I'll get you the slaves cloth." He left her alone.

She glanced at herself and covered herself. This is the punishment she's getting because of his father's wickedness.