No Escape From The Mafia King

Demi's POV:

I was wrapping the bouquet of flowers with red velvet and white ribbon. The customer who ordered these flowers was in front of me. He asked me to make this bouquet extra special because he was going to propose to his girlfriend.

I was deeply touched by the sincerity of this man. He was such a romantic person, too. Most men only wanted a simple relationship. They were unwilling to make serious promises to their girlfriends.

But I had nothing to say about this. After all, I would be twenty-five in June, but I was still single.

Even my sister, Ella, mocked me for being a virgin. Seriously, I didn't think it was a big deal. I believed that relationships between men and women were complicated and hard to deal with. I preferred my current life, which was simple.

Suddenly, my phone rang. When I looked at the screen, I saw my father's name. A bad feeling surged in me at once. But I couldn't ignore his call, so I could only sigh and answer reluctantly.

Damn it, Demi! What's taking you so long to answer your phone? Come to my law firm now. I have something to tell you, my father said impatiently on the other end of the line.

I can't. There are still many customers in the flower shop.

Demi, don't make me repeat my words. If you don't come, prepare yourself. Wait until I come home tonight. I'll slap your face.

After saying those harsh words, my father hung up the phone without even giving me a chance to retort. I could only rub my temples helplessly. My head suddenly ached, and I felt annoyed with my father.

He had been like this since my mother passed away. Most of the time, he got angry at me and often beat me up. At first, I thought he was only sad and wanted to vent, so I let him. But later, I found that he enjoyed slapping me, not because he was sad but because he hated me.

Maybe my father hated me because of my mother's will. After her funeral, her lawyer told us that she had left a will. And I could never forget that day the lawyer read it to us. We were all shocked that she left all her inheritance to me. My father and sister got nothing. And this might be the reason why my father hated me.

I had two million dollars in my bank account now.

But I just left it there. I didn't touch the money at all. In fact, I didn't intend to use it.

At first, I thought of giving some of the money to my father and sister. But after careful consideration, I changed my mind. There must be a reason why my mother left all the inheritance to me alone.

But until now, my father didn't want to give up yet. He had been coveting the money all the time. But he always failed, so he hated me even more.

Excuse me, are my flowers ready? I'm in a hurry. I have to go now.

I was so startled by the man's sudden voice that I jolted. It was only then that I realized I was lost in thought and forgot that I still had a customer waiting in front of me.

Oh, I'm so sorry, sir. Here, your flowers are ready.

The man quickly took the bouquet of flowers and went to the cashier to pay.

You are distracted again, aren't you? asked Henry, one of my colleagues.

My face felt hot. I was blushing. This was not the first time I was absent-minded at work.

I'm sorry, Henry. I've just been a little upset lately. My father just called. He wanted to see me, I explained in a low voice.

My father had been acting weird lately. Every time he got home, he often locked himself in his room for hours. And when he saw me, I noticed that his eyes suddenly lit up. It was as if he was plotting something against me. And the thought of it made me tremble with fear.

It's okay. There are not many customers today. If you have something to do, you can get off work now. I'll take care of everything here, Henry comforted me, smiling reassuringly.

I nodded at him gratefully and said goodbye. Then I rushed to my father's law firm.

My father was in his office, sitting at his desk. And as soon as he saw me, he snorted and said impatiently, "You are always slow in whatever you do. By the way, I asked you to come here because I want to talk about the money your mother left to you. I need it. I owe three million dollars to the gangsters. If I can't pay them back, I'll be dead meat. So transfer the money to me now."

I couldn't help smiling bitterly. It was still all about the inheritance.

He could always come up with various excuses to ask me for money. He once said he was in poor health and needed money for surgery. He also told me last time that his law firm didn't make money anymore. He had so many excuses that it was already hard for me to believe him.

No. That money was left by my mother to me. And she didn't say in her will that you could use it. I refused my father's demand without hesitation.

His face darkened at once. He looked at me with his sharp eyes and said, "I'm your father. Are you just going to watch while I am being chopped into pieces by the gangsters? Are you giving me the money or not?"

I'm not, I said through clenched teeth.

You little bitch! You're forcing me to teach you a lesson. You'll see how I deal with you. My father's face turned red with anger. He pushed away the chair exasperatedly, stood up, and walked towards me while cursing.

There was no way I would just stand there and let him beat me. I hurriedly ran out of his office. But as soon as I turned in a corner, I bumped into something as hard as a wall. To be exact, it was a flesh wall.

I... I'm sorry. I raised my head while apologizing in a panic. Then I saw a man with an imposing aura standing in front of me like a mountain.

He wore a well-tailored three-piece handmade Italian suit. He was tall and straight, and his expression was serious and cold, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

At this moment, he looked at me sharply with a frown. It was as if he was an eagle looking at its prey.

I was so scared that I took two steps back. Then I turned my head to avoid his gaze. But I caught a glimpse of my father chasing after me.

However, my father's expression changed drastically when he saw the man. His fiendish look disappeared in an instant. He put on a respectful gesture. In my eyes, he looked like a pug sticking out his tongue. The way he behaved in front of the man, it was as if the man was the noble God who could control his fate.

His attitude towards the man surprised me. Suddenly, I felt an intense burning gaze beside me. I turned my head and found that the man was looking at me up and down wantonly. It was as if he regarded me as a commodity that could be bought and sold at will.

I felt a little uncomfortable being stared at like this. So I blurted out, "Hey, big guy! You're blocking my way."

But much to my surprise, the man suddenly laughed. And his eyes turned cold and murderous.

So what? His voice was also as cold as ice.

It inexplicably gave me goose bumps. I turned around to avoid him and ran out of the law firm.

Ares' POV:

I watched the woman's receding figure until she disappeared from my sight. Then I turned to the man in front of me and looked at him with no interest.

I noticed that he was trembling, and his eyes were full of fear.

But I didn't give a shit about his reaction at all. I had been very patient with him. I had only forgiven him twice because I still considered the fact that he was my lawyer. But this time, I couldn't tolerate him anymore. People always liked to push their luck. If you gave them one day grace period, they would want it ten days. They liked going too far. I guess this was human nature.

Today was the deadline I gave this man to pay me back.

William, I have given you enough time to pay the money back. But so far, I haven't received a single penny from you. You know that I don't like being deceived. You know me better than anyone else, right? You don't have anything valuable in your hands to pay the money you owe me, I said impatiently.

Sir, I'm so sorry. I don't have enough money now. But if you want, I can repay you in other ways. I will do anything for you. Just say it, and I swear to follow your order. I can even kill for you. Or... I can sell my daughter to you. She is still a virgin. You will like her. William fell on his knees and begged me.

But his words sounded disgusting in my ears. I stood there, lit a cigarette, and looked down at him. How could he even think of selling his daughter to me? She was unlucky to have such a shameless and useless father like him. Since it seemed that I could never get my money back, what if I just killed him?

Giorgos, my most trusted subordinate, kicked William to the floor. He sneered, "Do you think my boss will accept your dirty deal?"

William curled up on the floor, groaning in pain. He was like a stray dog on the roadside.

Then he struggled to get up, crawled at my feet, and looked up at me. His eyes were already red. "Sir, please give me one more chance. I swear, I will do everything I can to pay you back. You can keep my daughter with you and do whatever you want with her. I will raise the three million dollars I owe you in a year. What do you think of this deal, sir?"

I fixed my eyes on him and suddenly asked, "Which daughter are you referring to?" I remembered that William had two daughters.

My question seemed to give him hope. He hurriedly replied, "The one you saw here just now. Her name is Demi. Are you satisfied with her?"

It turned out that he was referring to the woman who bumped into me just now. Well, she was cute. I liked her eyes which were like those of a frightened rabbit.

When she bumped into me, I seemed to have smelled the faint floral fragrance on her body, which made my heart beat faster.

Damn! Why did I feel like my heart was racing?

I always hated it when other people touched my body. As a matter of fact, I had never touched a woman in my forty years of existence in this world.

But when that woman's hand touched my chest just now, I didn't feel disgusted at all. I even felt my throat was slightly dry, and I had the impulse to hold her in my arms.

An idea suddenly occurred to me. I wanted that woman to give birth to a child for me, just in time for my need of a successor.

The elders in my family had been asking me to have a successor. Otherwise, they would let my brother, Cole, take my place.

But no way! That bastard Cole was not qualified to own the gangster kingdom I built with my own hands.

However, the elders insisted that I should have a successor. I was already forty, so they thought I was too old to live for a few more years.

I thought about it for a while and realized that William's proposal was useful to me.

So I looked down at him and said, "Okay, I accept your proposal. I will take your daughter with me. But you have only one year to get three million dollars and give it back to me. Otherwise, I'll kill your whole family."

William seemed surprised that I agreed with his proposal. The look on his face was hilarious. I didn't know if he wanted to cry or smile, or do both at the same time.

Invite your daughter. Let's have lunch together. After saying this, I turned around and left.