Chapter 7 Sold To A Billionaire (2)
Chapter 2.2: In The Club
When they took a cab towards the club where her mother usually goes for work, her mom seemed bothered—it looked like something was bothering her.
Farah held her mom’s hand and pressed it, and she felt that it was cold. “Ma, is everything fine? You seem unwell—” she didn’t finish her words when her mom tapped her hand and flashed a smile.
“I’m okay. Nothing to worry about,” her mom replied.
Farah heaved a deep sigh and nodded. She didn’t let go of her mom’s hand until they reached the club. Her mom paid for their fare before they got out of the car.
Farah’s mom smiled at her again when they walked towards the entrance, which made Farah frown.
“Ma, your smile is creeping the hell out of me,” she uttered. Her mom doesn’t usually smile or laugh. She’s a busy woman during the day and night. When she comes home, Farah is already asleep. And when she will go to school, her mother had already left.
So, she knew, and she had a strong feeling that something was bothering her mom. However, she chooses to stay silent when they enter the club.
The loud music welcomed them. As usual, the club ambiance is still the same. The first floor is the dance floor and the bar counter, while the second floor is the VIPs areas and the last floor, which is the third floor, is full of rooms—at least there were ten.
She’s been in this club about four times now, and she can’t pinpoint any changes. Except for those men who are outside. She hasn’t seen those men in tuxedos. And what are they doing there?
Well, she doesn’t mind. All she needs is to have some drink at least. And at the moment, she wanted to change her dress already. Her body was too exposed with her dress. Her cleavage can be seen if she pulls the hem a little bit.
She cursed under her breath when a hand touched her exposed legs while walking towards the stairs.
She glared at the man who was now staring at her like a pervert and got closer to her mom.
Her mom saw it and drove the man away. “Sorry about that, sweetie.”
“Ma, he just runs his fingers into my left leg,” she complained, but her voice was in control.
Her mom smiled. “No one can harm you here. Trust me. My client is too powerful. If I tell him that they touch you, that man will be dead—”
“What are you saying, Ma?” Farah asked as confusion lit her eyes.
Her mom’s eyes widened. “Oh—it’s nothing, sweetie. Come on, and the party is upstairs. They must be waiting for us,” she said, which drew lines into Farah’s forehead.
They were on the last step of the stairs when Farah’s eyes widened because of surprise. She was about to turn around, but her mom grabbed her in the arm, making her step forward.
“Ma…”
“I’m sorry, sweetie,” her mom uttered as she grabbed Farah by the arm again, and they walked towards the single couch where a man in his seventies is sitting, and a pipe is in between his lips.
Farah started to feel fear when her mom’s grip tightened into her arm as she pushed her.
“Ma… what are you doing—”
“Come on, sweetie. Please, behave,” her mom muttered.
“B-But, Ma,” she forced her feet to stop, but her mom pulled her again. “Ma… what are you doing!” her voice roared.
“Farah, I told you to behave—”
“What are we doing in front of a murderer? And where’s the party?!” Farah shouted as she glanced at the older man.
“That person sitting on the black couch was the one who killed the President—”
“Shut up, Farah. Just follow me, please…” her mom pleaded, and when Farah met her eyes, she saw fear in them.
Her mom pushed her forward and let her go. Farah shot a glare in her mom’s direction. Suddenly two men went on Farah’s side and pointed their guns at her.
She trembles in fear as tears fall down her cheeks. She glanced at her mom, and her vision started to blur. “Why?” she whispered.
However, her mom didn’t give her answers. Her mom faces the old man. “As promised, here she is. She’s clean and pure. She’s also in the right age—”
“Mom!” Farah exclaimed when she got the idea of what was going on. “How could you do this….”
No one dared to answer her. She wiped her tears as she glanced at the gun on her right. She choked back in tears when the man dipped the muzzle of the gun into her arm.
Her sobs got louder until a deep voice ruined the tension on the second floor.
“Dad. What’s the meaning of this?”
A man in a gray polo and black trouser butt in, and then he walked towards the old man, whom he called ‘dad.’
“Laxus, son,” the old man greeted as he stood up. A sly smile crept into the old man’s lips.
“What are you doing here, dad? And what are these people doing here?” the guy named Laxus uttered as he stopped his gaze on Farah.
“You’re doing it again?!” Laxus’s booming voice roared on the corners. He walked closer to his dad and grabbed the old man into his collar. “I’m warning you! Don’t you dare tint my place with your schemes!” he asserted.
Instead of answering, Laxus’s dad let out a devilish laugh.
“Let them go, dad,” Laxus asserted once again.
The old man’s devilish smile is still drawn to his lips as he equaled Laxus’s death stares. “I will if…” he paused, which made Laxus clench his jaw. “I will let the young lady go—”
“Both of them. Let them go,” Laxus said.
“No. The older one needs to pay debts to me—”
“I am clear, dad. Let them go!” Laxus shouted, which made the old man’s bodyguards point their guns to Laxus. However, the old man raised his hand as a sign for them not to shoot.
Farah doesn’t know—she was confused about what was going on, but when the old man mentioned debts, she looked at her mother. Their eyes met, but her mom broke the gaze.
Farah knew that her mom was doing her best for her future, but she was also aware that she was good at gambling.
If Farah analyzes the situation, her mom seems to have large debts to the old man, and since she can’t pay it, she will sell her own daughter to save her ass—and thinking of this, Farah’s heart is being torn into pieces.
The thunderous voice of the guy who butts in cut the hum of her thoughts.
“It’s just money. And stopped this, now that I still have respect for you,” Laxus said as he pierced his eyes into his dad. “Remember, you killed a person once, and when you do it again, I’ll make sure that you will rot in jail,” he added.
“You can’t do that, Laxus. And why do you care with these people?” the old man asked as he glanced at Farah and to her mother.
“I’ll pay for her debts and let them go,” Laxus said and let go of his dad.
Laxus walked closer to Farah. Farah locked her eyes towards the man. “Are you aware that your mom is going to sell you?” he asked, which made her shake her head and glance at her mom.
Laxus leaned over. “Come with me if you still want to live,” he whispered.