Hello there! Sorry I had to disturb your reading, but I need to provide this quick author's note before you proceed.

So welcome to my book, 100 Days! Whatever reason that made you click on it, I'm hoping that you won't regret it as we progress on. So anyway, before you proceed, know that update comes only thrice a week. Every Monday, Wednesday, plus Saturday. I'll try my best to keep to this updating schedule and as time goes on; it might increase slightly if I get less busy. If you're one that can't cope with these updates, I suggest you keep this in your library and read once it's completed, but if you're a reader that loves cliffhangers and such; hop right now!

You can start from this to understand the book but if you're curious about how everything comes to place, you can click on my profile to read the first book- The Mafia's Slave- it's currently undergoing editing and I will do soon it. Okay, I think that should be all and please try to express your point of view after reading each episode, I'll truly appreciate that. With that being said, read on. ***

Music blares through the room, the room dimming into multiple lights at once. Bodies sliding against each other, men sorted powerfully at one side of the room while the woman moves gracefully on the stage. Despite the fun chaos that's going on in the room, my eyes are only on one man right now; he's seated at the far end of the room with a lady perched to his side.

"You didn't have to come you know, you aren't really accustomed to these type of things. "

Vincent says beside me and I shake my head before taking my gaze back to the woman on the stage.

"If I'm going to be here for the next three months, then I might as well learn these things. After all, I'm but all paying my debts. "

I raise my gaze to meet his, giving him a small smile before staring back at the stage.

"Georgina, I'm so sorry. "

I let out a sigh, not taking my eyes off the woman on the stage.

"When is Samantha supposed to get here? We are losing time. "

My eyes go to the target of the night. The Mafia who Samantha had ganged up with to attack Alfredo that night. That memorable night.. Alessandro Genius. He's a gigantic man with a scar that runs down his cheek. He's currently at the opposite corner of Alfredo, two ladies by his side as he continuously drags out smokes. When I first saw him, I thought of a plan. Instead of trying to help Alfredo, why don't I just gang up against him and side with this man, free what I need and forget I ever met the bastard? What happened to that plan? Well, it went immediately down the drain when the smart side of me came on and realized Alfredo isn't a man to mess with. Not when he has something of mine. *A SHORT FLASHBACK*

"My first target was the cunt that dared to betray me, but I even caught a bigger fish? The bastard that rated me out, changed my deal and stole my money? Your own fucking father. "

Alfredo breathed down my neck as my gaze remained on my father who was currently tied to the chair, blood running down the side of his face with his eyes closed. My father? It involved my fucking dad with a Mafia all this while? Who could have thought this? I felt anger and rage, nothing other than those emotions.

I swiftly turned to Alfredo. Tears burnt my eyes as I clenched my fists at my sides.

"All these fucking while? You had my father here? You kidnapped me because of a fucking misplaced identity and yet after realising I wasn't the one you were looking for, you kept me here and you used me! You took my body against my own very consent, you were fucking me while holding my father here?"

I didn't care about what he would do to me at this moment. I didn't care that he might as well put a bullet through my fucking skull or that he could just snap my neck and kill my father along with it. I didn't give a fuck; I was mad at the fact that I had been stupid all this while. This man, this monster had been torturing my dad all this while and yet I had allowed myself to be used. I didn't listen to the warnings; I didn't listen to anything.

Like the calm bastard he was, Alfredo only stared at me as if I'm some sort of alien. That pissed me off even further.

"Let him go, "

I seethed, and he laughed and shook his head. It was the first time that I'll ever get another expression from Alfredo, and it wasn't good. It was bad, and it made me angry.

"Do you know what your father did?"

He spoke and took his gaze to my father, then back to me.

"That man almost fucking ended my life. Your father destroyed everything that I worked for because of his own greediness then he ran away with my money. Do you know what he deserves? Death. Immediate and very painful death, but you know what's more painful than that? Letting him see how I've ruined his own daughter. Letting him know that I've destroyed one of his, that's the greatest punishment I can give him. "

He spoke just as calmly as he always does, but there was an edge to his tone, an unusual one that clearly expressed his deep hatred for the man that's standing before us. I never thought of father as one to have done all such things. It has never for once crossed my mind that my father could be a selfish bastard like Alfredo was pointing him out to be. If he is, then maybe I never knew my father after all.

"So Georgina, after seeing your father like this, are you ready to confess to me that the same ruthless and greedy blood that flow through his veins flows through yours too? "

I gulped in, not moving as much as an inch as he moved forward, he towered over my dad's figure before bending slightly so he was at eye level with him. His hand moved forward, and he brought up his chin; shifting to the side so I could the face that comes into view. It was him, it was my fucking dad.

"Let go of him, please, "

I resorted to begging as I stared at the sleeping figure of my father. Blood run across his face, and disappeared into the white blood stained skirt he had on. I dif not care about what my father could have done to Alfredo, but seeing him like that, it's something that hurt my heart.

Alfredo laughed, letting go of his chin harshly, and he jerked back, stirring a little before he fell back into his deep slumber. My heart ached as I watched him wince even in his sleep. How much had he being tortured? How long had he even being fucking here? Not so long after I was here? And yet I didn't notice any of this?

"You think I'll let go of him, Georgina? What's going on through that brain of yours?"

He asked, his tone rather mocking rather than questioning, but I didn't care. I couldn't stand any longer here and watch what he has done to my father.

"Please, let him go. Just please, I... please, "

Tears rolled down my cheeks, blinding my vision as the words caught up in my throat and I found it difficult to let them out. My dad had been here, and I didn't even––Mom! Oh god, mom. I couldn't imagine how worried she must be have been. Her daughter suddenly vanished and then her husband, I couldn't imagine the pains she goes through.

Alfredo said nothing, and the room fell into silence with only the sounds of my sobs bouncing off the walls and filling the room with a slight noise.

I swiped my hand against my cheek roughly and stared up at him once again, shaking my head.

"Please, let him go. I don't understand what he has done to you even if you try to tell me, but I can't, I can't see him like this. He's my father and I, I just can't. Just please, let go of him, "

I sounded pathetic, but I didn't care.

"And what benefit would that be to me? What will I gain from letting go of an enemy that's done nothing but tried to ruin me? Why should I let go of the man that I know will run to the police or his other Mafia friends the moment I met him go? Not that I care about them but tell me Georgina, why should I let go of your father right now? Why should I let go of the man whose daughter tried to kill me?"

He questioneds, raising his brows, and I was quick to shake my head.

"I swear to you. I promise, I had nothing to do with the attack they made. It wasn't me, I swear. Just please, let go of my father. I will do anything, anything you want. I'll do anything but just please - "

He tilted his head to the side almost as if he was studying me before he took his gaze to my father then back to me.

"Try to convince me, "

He suddenly said, and I raised my brows, confused.

"I don't understand, I should try to?"

"You want me to let go your father? Correct then try to convince me. Try to convince me you can make me let go of him. Do anything, try to pay back what he owes, anything, and I'll let go of your father. But till then, he stays here. And you have exactly hundred days to do that. "

Hundred days?

"Why hundred days?"

I asked and when he turned to gaze back at me; I realized I should have kept my own damn mouth shut.

"Do not make me change my mind and just kill the bastard, Georgina. You have exactly hundred days; no more and no less. If you cannot convince me, then I'm going to blow his fucking head off. "

Knowing that Alfredo is not a man to be messed with, I clamped my mouth shut and nodded obediently.

A hundred days to convince him to let go of my father, all the while he's going to remain chained to that chair and I'll continue warming Alfredo's bed. ***

Hello you all!

How did you enjoy the first chapter? I try to explain why the book is titled hundred days and I hope you understand!

See you all at the next update which is Saturday!