Indecent Pawn: What price is too high to pay for another person’s debt?

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Everyone had taken off their seat belts getting situated to leave the plane. All Allison could think was how would his wife feel about her accompanying him on a business trip. That entire situation sounds truly awkward. Will she have to deal with a snobby bitch? If that was the case, he may as well treat her like a common prisoner.
    “Anybody home?” Allison was snapped out of her revere to see Roberto standing in the isle way trying to get her attention. Looking around she saw they were the only two left on the plane. ‘When had the others got off?’
    “Sorry.” Timidly she started to move forward to get the scrutiny over with. Walking up to the group she couldn’t get a good look at the woman for the men had her surrounded. Gio and Mr. Mucciono were in conversation with the woman but the other men were standing guard like the secret service. It was another intimidating situation.
    “Oh mio, che cosa abbiamo qui?” She heard the woman ask before getting a good look at her. The woman was beautiful, elegant, and although physically flawless a bit older than Mr. Mucciono.
    “Mamma, this is Mrs. Myers. She will be working with me on a few business ventures.” Allison felt stupid for not picking up on the resemblance. Here she was getting jealous over this man’s mother. The problem she was faced with was why? He was nothing more than her captor and she was finding herself swooning over him. She needed to get a grip on reality and fast. This was going to be an interesting experience for sure.

Chapter 7
    “Mrs. Myers, this is my mother Miss Carlina Mucciono.” Allison was floored that this was his mother. She was breathtaking.
    “It’s a pleasure to meet you Miss Mucciono.”
    “Likewise caro. You are a very beautiful woman.”
    “Thank you Miss Mucciono.”
    “Please caro, call me Carlina. Miss Mucciono is so formal.”
    “This is somewhat a business matter mamma.”
    “Antonio, please mind your tongue.” His mother scolded without removing the graceful smile from her face. “Now Mrs. Myers. I want to formally welcome you to our country.”
    “Thank you and please call me Allison.”
    “A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” Carlina’s smile was contagious. Allison quickly found herself following suit. “Is this your first time here?”
    “Yes ma’am.”
    “So polite but you are making me feel so old.”
    “My apologies.”
    “I’m just teasing caro. Come let us get you settled in. I know that flight must have been hideous.”
    There wasn’t a doubt in Allison’s mind that Carlina got her way in every situation she saw the need. All of the men just allowed her to dote on Allison like a new pet for her to play with. The ride to the estate was breath-taking. Nothing short of marvelous. The country-side view was remarkably and surreal. If she made it out of this alive she would definitely want to return here to visit. Maybe even live here. How wonderful would that be? She thought about being free like her ancestors probably dreamed of from the slavery days. After all she was a modern day slave sort of. She was made to work for her husband, waiting on him hand and foot, and now she was sold to another man to cover his debt.
    Her saddened thoughts evaporated as the limo pulled through a large set of wrought-iron gates. The wall connected to the gates were made of pure stone that even the best rock-climber would have trouble scaling. The long driveway was surrounded by well-manicured grass and shrubbery. Stopping in front a massive estate that could fit ten of the homes she once called her own, the group descended the car. This family was obviously more than well-off, they could afford to feed the world and then some. Once they exited the car, she could hear water off in the distance. This was like a fortress or a dream getaway. Places like this were only viewed by the public in magazines, television shows, and movies. Here she stood in a real rich person’s driveway.
    “Welcome to our home.”

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