Chapter 8: I am a mafia lord

Freda's POV “Put these on, little one.” He commanded as he tossed a gown at me. I tilted my head to give him a straight stare as my heart raced faster. I took a deep breath as I took the cloth he threw at me. From the scent of the cloth, I could tell he had just bought them. I looked at the dress and was prompted to ask him why he had asked me to wear his newly bought dress. “May I ask why?” I said in a low voice, and he chuckled dryly, smirking at the end. He took a deep breath as he walked toward me, holding my chin and raising my head to look at him. He looked directly into my eyes as if he were searching for something while he smirked. “We are going out.” He said in a small voice as if he were whispering. I could not help but exhale rapidly as I tried to calm my racing heartbeat down. He let go of my chin and walked towards the door. “Where are you taking me?” I asked in a low tone, and he stopped abruptly, tilting his head to look at me. My heart skipped and bit the moment his gaz