Chapter 20 - About To Become Big Joes Wife (2/2)

”Now, dismiss,” He said nonchalantly as if they were some dolls for his services.

Meanwhile, Arianna didn't move even when the collector leaned down and carried her off the ground. She stiffened in his arms as he began to take her back to her room, no, prison.

”You have no reason to be afraid of me,” he said to her, ”Nobody would hurt you here,”

”As far as I behave,” Arianna didn't even know when that slipped out of her mouth. Right now, it was nearly impossible to escape out of this place without a bullet in her head - he had demonstrated that.

”Why am I here?” she asked him as he took her back to where she had escaped from.

”I told you that you could solve your family's problems easily,” He smirked, ”Your uncle is indeed a wise man, he saw a good business opportunity,”

At that moment, Arianna remembered the conversation:

[ ”You know,” the collector brought her attention back, ”You could solve your family's problem easily,”

[”What? I could?” her eyes shone with hope, ”That is possible? How?” she couldn't wait to hear his suggestion.

[”You're a very beautiful woman, mademoiselle and our boss Big Joe is in need of a wife. You would make a beautiful bride, what do you say to that?”.]

Arianna sucked in a deep breath as it all made sense to her now. Claudia must have been the one who thought of that and then discussed it with her mother who saw it was a huge gain. Then the both of them must have tabled their evil intentions to her uncle who always listens to the wife in the first place. And they drugged her and sold her to them.

Great.

It now hit Arianna, the night she sensed she was being followed, that must have been the loan sharks checking her out. They must have been investigating her and making other plans in case plan A fails. God, she was a big fool not to have sensed this coming.

”I should have designed this myself,”

Arianna was roused back to the present and she discovered that they were back in her room. Her barbie world prison, her nose scrunched in distaste.

”You don't hit me as someone in love with purple and pink, do you?” The collector didn't seem to like the room decor as well.

”Whether I like it or not, do I have a choice?” Arianna retorted, annoyed by his foolish concern.

”Of course, I do care,” He said to her, holding her gaze.

”Why?” Arianna couldn't help but ask. She had to confirm if her instinct was right.

”Why?” He leaned closer to whisper into her ears which were too intimate for her liking, ”Because you're about to become Big Joe's wife,”