Sold To The Mafia Lord

“Where’s that unfilial Son of mine! Get my phone Sammy let me call him!” Mr whacker was pacing around the Sitting room in panic

The clients in the US had contacted him that his son had yet to supply their goods to their warehouses and they even questioned their Reliability which was one think he couldn’t swallow as a business man.

Travis had left home for five days straight now, with the intention of going oversea to monitor his father’s goods for him though he has a gaming company of his own, he sometimes help his old father when it comes to traveling work.

Mr Whacker had heard the news that a columbarium was set on fire and it happened that Alexander’s wife was in the building at that time, and a corpse was taken for autopsy but hadn’t be proven yet.

He went to greet Alexander and give him some words of wisdom and told him if he was to need assistance that he should just ring him.This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

He had no idea his son had went to the columbarium that day, on his way to the airport.

And Travis always liked driving by himself so he didn’t get the information that Travis was at the columbarium.

And now his big clients in Los Angelos was now calling him that their good’s hasn’t reached them yet and distribution haven’t taken place yet.

“That little…. I’ll deal with him so hard!”

Just then Sammy, the young butler in the Whacker’s family house rushed in with Mr Whacker’s phone and he immediately grabbed it while mumbling and cursing under his breath.

“Fool, you’re so dead! Better pick up or I’m gonna fry you for dinner stupid!” Mr whacker searched through his contact list and fished out Travis’s phone number and he immediately dialed it.

It was out of reach!

“What the hell is wrong with this boy?? I could have gone there myself instead of relying on that lazy ass of a Son!” Mr whacker wasn’t having any of this as he dialed his number again and it was still out of reach!

Sammy stood close by the side without saying a word!

Mr Whacker’s face was unsightly as he dialed the number again and this time it was answered!

“You foolish son! do you want to cause my untimely death??! Where the hell are you??! Why’s the goods delaying??!” Mr whacker bombarded Travis with questions after questions.

“I’m sorry for the inconvenience dad, something came up that I had to be abit delayed, I’ll meet them up by tomorrow!” Travis said from the other end.

His voice a bit hoarse as he looked down at his arm that was wrapped in gauze, he had started to recover from the wounds lately.

Mr whacker who was unaware scolded Travis “No, you go meet them today and have their goods shipped !”

Mr whacker didn’t like a matter of delay as he liked to do his things quickly and fast.

But Travis had suddenly start to turn lazy in his opinion these days!

And he doesn’t like this new changes and outcome so he didn’t delay to scold his Son, he suddenly wished he had another child now.

“That can’t be possible now! I have to go now.. Take care dad!” Travis immediately hung up as he stood up from his chair in hurried footsteps.

“Ughh Travis Giovanni Whacker!!…” Mr whacker shouted Travis full name as he almost slumped but Sammy held his hand and Mr whacker shook his hands off him.

“I’m okay! Take your hands off me!” Mr whacker said and sat on the couch close by.

He seriously needs to take it easy now!

He wasn’t getting any younger as he was old now! And stressing too much was not good for his health just as the doctor had advised.

“You go and get me my Afternoon tea!” Mr whacker dismissed Sammy as he held his stick with both hands while breathing calmly, trying to suppress his anger but then again he muttered within gritted teeth.

“You’re so dead Travis Giovanni Whacker!!”

Cough

Cough!!

“Someone is swearing at me..” Travis cleared his throat that felt dried all of a sudden as he opened the door and a man in white coat entered the room.

“Good day doctor!” Travis welcomed the doctor who responded with a smile.

“How’s the arm?? Still feeling pains anywhere??” The doctor asked with a professional smile.

“Not really doc…. help me change the gauze!” Travis said and walked towards the blue sofa and made himself comfortable as the doctor walked towards him.

The doctor smiled at Travis as he tended to his wounds, changing the gauze around his arm and redressing it. Travis sat in the chair, quietly enduring the necessary process. He appreciated the doctor’s gentle touch and skillful hands, which worked with precision and care.

Once the doctor finished, Travis stood up, his gaze fixed on the floor for a moment as he collected his thoughts. He took a deep breath, steadying himself before speaking. Turning towards the doctor, he mustered a calm demeanor despite the worry that etched his face.

“My wounds are healed now,” Travis said, his voice carrying a faint hint of relief. He cleared his throat, gathering his courage to address the matter weighing heavily on his mind. “But…. what about her?” he asked, his voice tinged with concern.

The doctor’s smile faltered slightly, his eyes reflecting both empathy and understanding. He knew exactly who Travis was referring to. “I’m afraid she’s still in critical condition but might wake up either tonight or tomorrow morning,” the doctor replied gently, his voice filled with compassion. “She sustained severe injuries, and her recovery took more time.”

Travis felt a pang of sadness grip his heart. The thought of his friend, Amelia, fighting for her life in a hospital bed sent waves of anxiety crashing through him. The idea of her suffering was almost unbearable.

A mix of frustration and determination welled up within Travis. He had to be strong, not only for himself but for Amelia as well. He met the doctor’s gaze, the intensity in his eyes conveying his deep concern and unwavering love for Amelia.

“Please,” Travis pleaded, his voice laced with desperation. “Do everything you can to help her. She has being through a lot lately and somebody needs her the most!”

“I understand!” The doctor nodded “She might regain consciousness anytime soon….. What do you plan on doing with her?? Are you going to take her back to Europe or let her stay here with you in Los Angelos??” The doctor asked and Travis narrowed his eyes!

“Never will i…”