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Auctioned by the Mafia 1
Tension filled the air. Our anger could be sensed from afar. My gaze hardened on Ivan. Fucker was supposed to find the root of the trouble instead of purchasing himself a slave. Drawing in a long exhale, I quickened my stride over to the black SUV. The windows and windshield were also dark. When we ruled the city nothing was impossible for us. But a slave! I wanted to beat the hell out of him. How could he do what was most hateful in our group? "I'll drive." Marcus snorted as he held his hand out for the car keys. He did not forget to shoot a dark stare at him. Ivan took it out of his pocket and dropped it on his palm. I grabbed his shirt in my fist as he was about to turn to the girl. Her eyes were staring at the road during the entire walk out of the shithell. Her raven hair was working like curtains to hide her face. She was barely wearing clothes. Ivan's coat was fitting her like a mini loose dress. At least it was covering her properly. Sh
Auctioned by the Mafia 2
I pulled the car near an old building. It has been a year since Ivan bought a woman for himself. It was more important than fulfilling his needs. Ivan's guess took us to the information. We were able to track her brothel houses and freed some hundred women in these past months. Willow gave out every single piece of information she remembered during her training. I didn't want to go into detail. It could be painful for most of the people. "This place is safe. It's not a high society area but a reputed one. She'll be safe here." Pete said. I darted my gaze around. The parking lot wasn't fully empty at this time of the weekend, the swimming pool was going under the cleaning process. The playground was busy with kids and some couples sitting on their mats. Someone caught my attention when she wiped her cheeks. The new forming tears rolled down immediately. I felt my heart beating in my chest. My hands tightened on the steering wheel seeing her in pain. Her low
Auctioned by the Mafia 3
I used a different car today. Endless hours have passed. I couldn't sleep last night. She kept hovering in my head. I read her file. She hasn't dated anyone in the twenty-eight years of her life. It's quite unbelievable. I stared up hoping she would come near the window of her room. I just wanna have a glimpse of her. I don't know feelings, emotions and particularly love. But I felt the need to see her. The door opened of my car and I reached for my gun. I pressed it on his head. He fucking grinned at me. "We do care for Willow. But I wasn't expecting you here." He said, looking at the building. Frowning, I pulled the gun away and put it back in the holster. "What are you doing here?" I snorted, darting my eyes out at the park. There were only kids. The security guard wasn't ever a problem. He leaned forward and peered out of the window. "She's not here. I guess. You must know her apartment. We can go and say hello." He wiggled his brows. "Shut up,"
Auctioned by the Mafia 4
The pain of losing her is still buried in my chest. There was no medicine that could help me to cure this pain and the loneliness I felt after she left the world. She was my only family after my father's death. I'm not merely dealing with my pain, feeling shattered but I'm also three days away from losing everything if I can't pay my mom's medical bills and funeral expenses. I'm sharing my small apartment that was gifted by my late father with Willow. Technically, it should go to my mother. It shocked me when I found out that I inherited it. Mom just thinned her lips that day and didn't say a word. What would she be thinking….. It always puzzled me. Back to Willow! She's weird, very weird. She's tall, and lean with perfect curves, her hair is dark and shorts. Her nose is pierced, her ears are pierced more than three times. She always wears black and her boyfriend is more weird than her. He scares me. But they are good-looking and seem to be made for each other. And we have
Auctioned by the Mafia 5
I came here because my friend Marcus suggested it to me. He's ready to take over from his father like me. Though, we don't need to. We're the kings of our kingdom. Deadline of my father boiling my blood. I'm the boss. Still, I could never be rebellious with his stubborn nature. I don't want a wife from the mafia world. I don't want any alliance, or a marriage tie to strengthen the outfit. I want a simple woman to be my wife. Underbosses don't think once to throw their eighteen-year-old daughters at my feet. Everyone is hungry for power. I don't want a kid to tie to me. Marcus is the owner of this club. A very important event for his father and Donovan. We want to throw and kill most of the guests. We're here for a special and hateful event. We're not in this favor. But when your oldies are still alive, instructing you to turn the wheel this or that way, it irks most. "I wanna shoot all the fuckers." Marcus cursed, darting his gaze around at all the faces under th
Auctioned by the Mafia 6
I have never been so scared in my entire life before. But I'm relieved that Willow came with me. I have seen girls in the hall. Some were naked, getting dressed, doing their makeup again and their hair. But standing up here getting ready to go out on stage scared the shit out of me. I wanna run back home. I couldn't even do so. The girls are barely dressed, almost naked, barely hiding their private parts. I look away and try to think of something else, not wanting to go into detail. Because I am also going to wear this. "Take this and there's the changing room." She handed me a gorgeous, expensive pink gown and gestured to me to go to the back. No one has used it. Why me? You're thirty! My head yelled at me. After I signed up for the auction at Club Blue, they called me in and went over everything. They had me sign many papers stating the guys were buying brides, slaves, and virgins. When I signed the papers with my heart in my throat. I did stop there.
Auctioned by the Mafia 7
The blindfold was gone and I felt alone in the room the next morning. I am feeling swollen down there. Blinking, my sleepy eyes drifted around. The wealth speaks loud, everything is the best from their times and expensive. My mother used to tell me that we should try to purchase good things, they would last longer. That's what money brought us. With expensive furniture, and dark walls which felt quite strange to me, it looked weird but also beautiful. Weird because it shows a dark and very strong personality. I shook my head. I could still feel his touch on my skin. I'm not blindfolded, or tied. I let out a small smile looking down at myself but also wondering about finding myself wearing an oversized black shirt. The sleeves of the shirt are rolled up to my elbows. I didn't do this. He dressed me up. He's not as bad as I was considering him. My gaze kept drifting, my head filled with his touch, flesh pressed against mine. The shock made me draw in a sharp
Auctioned by the Mafia 8
I want to kiss her like I need my next breath seeing her innocence and want to strangle hearing her talk about going home. It's her home with me. She can wander around the house, the day she will realize that it's her life. If she had been on the stage, the bidding would have gone across twenty million. She was brought into Marcus's office. They are my trusted men who bid on her including Marcus. She signed up for auction. Marcus knows what kind of wife I want. He knows she caught my attention a year ago. He sent me her details. To get rid of my father's nagging question, or to save myself from most attempts of tying me to knots with one of Underboss's daughters frustrated me. All women were there willingly. I'm against it and Marcus too. But his hands are tied until his old man is still breathing. I didn't believe that she was a virgin until last night when I took her. She's gorgeous and more gorgeous without clothes and just wearing my shirt. I smile. She's too innocen
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