/Hunter’s POV/
“Dad, while I was rummaging my office to search for the alliances with some other mafia, I noticed one old file that might be yours.” I shoved the old file with a black cover and gold carvings, I hadn't seen something like that before.“Hunter, have you gone through it?” He questioned me, knowing fully well that I have but still trying to play the stunts he used to play on us while I was small.“Yes.” I gritted out, he knew the contents inside should have been given to me for a very long time or at least, be notified about it.“I think she should be almost eighteen, it says you get full access to the wealth and all once she clocks eighteen.” He informed me as if I wasn't aware of what it said.“So what's stopping me from getting her? Did you ever plan on telling me about it, if I hadn't asked you?” I looked at my father heatedly knowing how much this could act to my name.“Yeah, I was going to tell you but I'm not sure You are prepared for the condition that comes with it.” He answered me while coughing, I looked at his grey orbs which I got from him, and it looked less powerful and not as fearful as it used to be.“What are the conditions attached to it? Then to get her and inform her of the contract between us?” I raged but instantly calmed down when my father’s eyes met mine in challenge, I wanted to remind him of who rules the kingdom now but I stood down knowing despite him being sick and all that, he wouldn't hesitate to take it on with with me.“Stand Down, don't talk to me like I'm one of your subjects, I'm your father.” He thundered making my anger flare up also, but I decided to just watch out and see what would happen.“Before anything, the first step is to attend the annual mafia ball with her. Make an impression, let the whole mafia world know that you have found your bride.” He explained.“Who cares about the bride? Her family is dead anyways so is there any need to make an impression?” I asked him.“You think they handed the wealth over to me? No, they wouldn't. I mean they are the Kings for crying out loud, they are smarter than that. The moment you find your bride, there will be someone to watch over your interactions, till they deem it fit and right to will the property to you.” He informed,“But the Kings are fucking dead! All of them!! Who knows if the girl is included? I searched for names that matched hers, but I couldn't trace them to them. It's as if she's no longer on the face of Earth. Or am I betrothed to a dead person?” I sighed while pouring out my frustration.“Their daughter is not dead. The Kings might be dead, but not all their associates are dead. It should be with one of the associates, the moment we try to take it Forcefully or torture information out from them, the contract becomes terminated and we don't want that.” He hardened his gaze, warning me silently not to act rashly.“So how do we find this daughter? We need to get everything on plan before any of our rival mafia knows about it.” I informed him, and he bobbed his head consenting to what I said.“I might know where she is.” He mumbled making me whip my head as fast I could in his direction.“You might know where she is or you know where she is Dad?? How were you able to track her movement? ” I questioned knowing fully well that my father is very capable of looking for anybody as far as they are on the face of the earth.“I had one of my trackers look for her. The camera recorded that two maids took her along with them before the fire started. So I had them track the maids down. It was really hard because they took on another name and relocated to a different city entirely, but there is nothing too hard for my trackers.” He replied smugly, despite being sick, he still had his humour intact.“Dad, can you contact your trackers to give me their location?” I pleaded.“Depends. How do you plan on approaching them? You're not going to rain fire on them because they are not at fault. The only way to give you their address is if you promise to act well and explain why you're there.” He bargained making me groan.“Yes, Dad. I promise I will do that. Now can I have her address? I'll be going tomorrow since it's kind of late and I need to check up something.” I informed while withholding the details, knowing fully that my father doesn't care about the mafia business anymore, and he trusted me with it.“You can go. I'll have them text the address to you in exactly an hour.” He promised, I knew pressing him further would try to piss him off so I stood up.“Your mama says she wants to see you present for dinner on Sunday, no filthy excuses.” He relayed.“Ma needs to ask if I'm busy before imposing dinner for me.” I stomped my foot on the ground, my mom brought out the child in me. To other people, I'm the ruthless and most powerful Don, to my mom, I'm still a child who will be spanked if I disobey her.“Tell that to her. Close the door on your way out.” He dismissed me.I was driving to the club to check out how things were going there when I received the text message containing my betrothed address.“Don.” The bartender greeted me while I waved at him, entering the secret passage that leads to another Hall where Mafia deeds are being carried out.“Don.” They all greeted.“How is it going? Any problem, any news?” I asked while scanning all of them with my orbs, hoping to catch someone suspicious so I could put a bullet in his head.“No problem, everything is going well Don. An auction party is coming up, heard there are going to be lots of catch.” The short bald headed nigga that supervises the affair of the club grinned in excitement while showing his brown teeth.“Marcus right?” I asked him.“Yes, Don.” He answered proudly while trying to put on a brave facade but I saw through that.“You know my rules. I don't deal with human trafficking or slave trading. That's not part of my mafia dealings. I'm not asking you to stop. But the moment your stupid activity is traced to my mafia, I'll give you a long painful agonizing death.” I threatened while promising him something I knew he would not wish for.After threatening him and ensuring that they were all good, I made my way to my mansion hoping I would be able to prepare myself for tomorrow.After informing my driver and David of the third command of my plan for tomorrow, I hopped on my bed and waited for hours before finally being able to sleep.“This is the house right?” I asked my third in command while looking at the shabby house that is housing a mafia Princess with a net worth of almost a billion dollars.“Yes, Don.” He replied.I got to the entrance and decided to knock, remembering my father’s warning and knowing fully well that he would know if something went wrong.“Who is there?” I heard a little boy's voice, his age could not be more than seven if I guess correctly.“Tell your dad his friends are here,” I answered him, after a few minutes of waiting, the door finally opened to reveal a man in his early forties, his black hair and green orbs stood out among all his features, his skin looking lifeless and dull looked other than he was.“How may I help you?” He asked with fear in his tone, knowing fully well that he was in the right place.“Can we come in?” I questioned since his manners decided to go on a trip to the desert.“Yes please, I'm sorry, pardon my manners.” He apologized quickly while opening the door wider so we could enter.I decided to just go straight to the point and not wander around, immediately we sat down, and the little boy’s eyes widened making me trace his eyes to the gun poking out from my third in command’s pocket, I think the father also noticed it because he was immediately sent inside.“I am here for Penelope Olivia Winston, I'm sure you know about the contract. If you don't, here is the contract reveal it.” I dropped the file on the table, upon seeing the file, his forest green eyes became teary, and it almost looked like a watered green leaf.“Please don't kill me, I beg you, sir.” He immediately went on his knees after reading the contract making me wonder what he is saying.“Where is she?” I raged knowing that something had gone wrong.“Please let me explain, I can explain Don.” He pleaded while cowering away from me, but he knew better than to run.“Okay. What do you have to say?” I permitted him knowing that what he had to say would not be pleasant to my ears but decided to give him the chance to explain himself.“I am sorry Don, my wife is on the sick bed and I haven't been able to secure a good job for a few years. We've spent all of our savings on the sickness.” He rushed out.“You haven't answered my question. I asked where Penelope Olivia Winston is.” I repeated while bringing out my gun and laying it on my thigh knowing that would bring out the answer from him.“I sold her to an Auctioneer. The auction party is tomorrow. We needed money so bad, I didn't mean to do that. I promise to get her back when I start working.” He lamented, his words made my blood boil and my beast rage, I couldn't help but point my gun at him earning pathetic cries from him.“When you start working? You couldn't even secure a good job for a few years now and you think you would miraculously start working and be able to get her back? Do you know the set of people you auctioned her to?” I yelled.“Is that her over there? Is that what she looks like?” I asked him calmly pointing to the portrait on the wall.“ Yes, I am sorry, Don i had no choice, and I will crumble if my wife dies.” He wailed, I itched to say so many things to him, but I knew it wouldn't solve anything.“Just pray I see her. I'll be back here if I don't and I will not leave till I ensure that you stop breathing.” I informed him and made my way out of the house.**********************************************“You see we have a quiet beautiful lady with fair and smooth skin on the stage, with her body perfectly shaped, so I will call the price now.” The auctioneer announced Making my head perk up, I looked at the lady I came here for and was enthralled by her beauty.“20 million dollars,” Salvatore announced.“50 million dollars.” I bidded knowing fully well that no one would pay that much in an auction party.“Sold.” He announced making me bring out my phone.“What’s next Dad?” I texted my father./Penelope's POV/“Nice to meet you, I’m Hunter Alaric Nicklaus, The don of the Demon Mafia, I suppose you are gentle right? I don't mind putting you in your place with my gun.” He introduced himself while stretching his hands to me for a handshake.“Now, sit. There are some rules you need to follow. My mansion, my rules, is that clear little bride?” He questioned leaving me no option but to bob my head.“Use your words.” He yelled making me jump from how frightened he sounded.“Yes,” I whispered.“Yes, what?” He slammed the table while glaring hard at me and looking at me as if he wouldn't think twice before ending my life If I didn't answer him this instant.“Yes sir.” I quickly corrected myself.“Don't let me remind you again, you will address me as Sir or Master even if you are my little bride.” He repeated that word making me squint my eyes.“ Yes sir,” I answered him and tried not to think too much about the title he gave me, I don't know who in his right senses calls someone who
/Penelope’s POV/“Knock knock.” The bang on the door to the room interrupted me making me whimper at the possible return of the devil.I froze, I couldn't move because how was I supposed to dress to go and open the door for him, I didn't want to go there with just a towel wrapped around me, I didn't want the devil to think I was seducing him, but as the banging of the door got louder and impatient, I had no other option than to go through with it.I opened the door with my trembling hands while I looked down, afraid to meet his gaze and be yelled at, but the flowery voice I heard forcefully made me look up because I knew the devil doesn't talk like that.“Hi, sweetheart. I noticed you wouldn't have any clothes to sleep in for now, so I brought you something you can manage.” The owner of the flowery voice stretched her hands out, and I couldn't help but fix my gaze on her, wondering if she was suffering the same fate as I was.Her light blue eyes looked so calm, for a moment, I thought
/Penelope's POV/“Fuck is this blood?” He asked while looking down and immediately he confirmed, he stood up and made his way out of the room, leaving me bare, bloodied and heartbroken.I could not sleep all through, all I was thinking about was the pain between my thigh, and how sore I was. I know I should probably go and take a warm bath but I'm dreading to stand up, I itched to close the door not that I would be safe from the devil, but at least I would get to decide when to run when I see him.I have never felt so violated in my entire seventeen life, all I wanted to do was scrub all his hand prints from my body, I knew I should not blame him because he certainly did not spend 50 million dollars to look at how beautiful my face was, this was why he bought me. Rule number one, be at his service every time.I've never hated someone the way I hate this man right now, the rumours I heard at the auction party were right, I should have moved in front of the bullet. At least, I would not
/Hunter’s POV/“What the fuck did I almost do? I came so close to raping her. Fuck, how did I get myself in this shit.” I groaned while remembering the occurrence that almost cost me my dignity, I know I'm cruel and heartless but I don't rape girls, I have too many girls dying to be on my fucklist than to force my cock down a pussy.When she told me she was a virgin, I doubted her because she certainly did not look like one and it's very rare for you to see an eighteen-year-old that is a virgin, I was fucked all through yesterday night, I could not sleep and I'm not the one to apologize. I would lie if I said the sight of her blood coated on my hardness didn't make me almost lose control and fuck her mercilessly but I would rather do that when she begs.“So you think leaving her was the best thing you could have done? After shoving your cock into her pink-shaven pussy that managed to glisten without light? You started it, you should have finished it. You're not the one to do things ha
/Penelope's POV/“You better start explaining what the fuck made you pull that stunt.” He raged, I could see the storm brewing in his orbs, I looked down immediately in fear of being drowned in the tornado that was brewing in his orbs.“Cat got your tongue? You were so confident that you would end your life and end with me 50 million dollars?” He yelled making me cower back and there was nothing I wished than being swallowed by the ground I was sitting on.“Penelope, why did you not think of this?? You should have weighed your what-ifs options before acting rashly.” I scolded myself while fidgeting.“We will talk about it later, or do we even need to talk about it? I'm sure you will not pull up this kind of stunt again because this should be a lesson that whatever you do or try to do, I will always be one step ahead.” He warned sternly before his phone interrupted.“Yeah, the second room on the second floor.”He answered while glaring and shooting daggers at me, I could feel his gaze
/Hunter’s POV/“Behave yourself, we will be attending a mafia ball in two days. Get your shit together or I would go through with my threat.” I warned her, I'm very sure she knew the threat I was talking about, I would threaten her parents' lives just to get her that do whatever I wanted her to do. The day is still so young, but that curly red-haired devil had taken all the time I was supposed to go gun blazing on the Scorpion, nevertheless, I decided to start my day by checking the footage of the deck.“Liam, my shipment got snatched yesterday, those motherfucking miserable scorpions had the effrontery to hijack my shipments and kill two of my men. I've been trying to reach Parker, tell him to pull up all the information about Scorpions and their shipment.” I commanded my Second-in-command while pacing around the office situated in my house.“Those fucking scorpions, they are growing more bold these days. I wonder why, what is your Plan Don? Do you want us to hijack their shipment a
/Penelope’s POV/Two days passed in a blur, I’ve been spitting out the antidepressants, I will deal with my shit myself not with the help of drugs, I was given a phone yesterday, I know I should be generous and be free to do whatever I want with it but I’m very sure the activities on the phone are being monitored by that jerk.“Knock knock.” I heard a bang on my door, I looked at the large black wall clock that stood opposite the bed, it was just 2:00 pm, I didn’t think it was time for the ball yet.“Who is there?” I called out while putting on my robe on the silky nightwear. I opened the door to about four ladies lined up and dressed in a uniform making me slam the door back, but a black pointed heels stood in between the door and the doorframe.“I’m sure you have the wrong room. Go further, there are rooms there with occupants on this floor.” I chuckled nervously, wanting nothing more than to send these people away.“Hi Miss Penelope, we don’t have the wrong room, we were instructe
/Hunter's POV/“Raise your gown.” I strapped the knife to her thigh trying my possible best not to look at how creamy her flesh was, the temptation to trace my fingers to her cunt was overwhelming but I had to resist it, and snap out of it. “What is it for?” Her smooth voice muttered sending a jolt of electricity to my hardness.“To protect yourself if the need arise dumbass. Don't use it for no reasonable reason, anybody you meet there would not hesitate to blow off your brains if you misbehave so you should be on your best behaviour. Although I will be with you all through.” I assured her, and that did the trick because her racing heart came to a stop.“Maybe this is our chance to stab him with it, and freedom here we come.” My subconscious pointed out what she might think of.“Don't cook up any funny idea in your head, if you think you can stab me and get away with it, you're wrong. What's that little boy's name? Aaron right?” I raised my eyebrow at her, knowing perfectly well tha