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Auctioned by the Mafia 14
Dusk fell over and I couldn’t remember the last time I felt so at peace. The air smelled fresh, like warm spring rain. Except there was no sign of rain at all. "Here you are," Goosebumps rippled through my arms and neck hearing a deep, full of anger tone. I snivel my neck to see who. "You spoiled my wedding." Ivan aggravated, his blue eyes blazing at me. My heart stopped. I jumped on my feet and took several steps back in fear. Silence stretched on, as he kept his cold gaze on me. First Marcus and now Ivan, they're scaring me, reminding me that I'm his purchase in the auction. He took his phone out of his pocket and dialed a number. He placed it against his ear. "I found her. On the terrace." Discounting, he shoved it back, giving me another cold glare. A couple of beats passed. I heard footsteps ringing as they approached. I panicked. My eyes were glued to the door, heart pounding in my ears. His furious gaze met mine, a chill
Auctioned by the Mafia 15
Most of the guests were invited to the after-party including our parents. Ivan didn't want his father around his wife as he knew he wouldn't approve of it. I could see Donovan giving cold glances in their ways. My eyes are only on one figure today. She scared the shit out of me driving me to the edge when she decided to disappear without informing me. I'm gonna punish her for this. I'm jealous of my parents. She's so comfortable with them, giving her genuine smile and laughing with them. Not keeping a woman around for too long was my best chance to avoid emotional involvement. I couldn't let another one near me after the day I saw her. She was looking scared of Ivan. "Enzo," I heard a familiar sound and it spoiled my mood. Can't she get the hint that I'm a married man now? I looked at her walking over to our table. She's looking stunning in a black gown. "Aysa," I muttered, glancing at Ivan and Marcus, clearly demanding who invited her. It was the gathering of the
Auctioned by the Mafia 16
I left the table in exasperation. It was a mistake. I shouldn't agree with Willow's suggestion. My parents' memories are in my heart and they can't ever disappear. My house is important to me but my wedding is most important to me. I can't deny my feelings. I love him and he's hurting me by doing this. He didn't speak when she asked - who I am. They are old lovers. I shouldn't have agreed. I shouldn't be here. That's it. He didn't follow me. "You don't take advice even if it's in your favor." Marcus said, his smirk is still on his face. "Thank you. But I'm done." I told him. I never hesitate to make decisions. It took me some time but I'm good now. I don't wanna stay in this wedding. He could have my parents' house. If it's not me it's him who would take care of my house. "Done?" He asked. "Yes," I turned to him. "Done. His girlfriend is here. He doesn't need me. Indeed, I do not give a damn about any signature I drew on t
Auctioned by the Mafia 17
I screwed up big. I put myself into this. I don't have any problems with my husband until the mafia isn't attached to him. I'm expecting an impossible thing. It runs in his blood. I bit the corner of my lips. It's midnight. The moon is at the top of our heads. He's holding my hand while walking through the garden toward the door. It's beautiful outside under the moonlight but the dark spots make it look spooky. Anyone could attack us. "So, you won't let me ever go?" I asked. I wanted him to say yes. I wanted to stay with him forever but would he ever value my feelings? "No one's gonna save your ass if you dare to step out of the house without my permission." He said. I stilled in front of me. He frowned, slanting his head to one side. "Then you have to learn to be loyal." My lips flattened. He couldn't show his bossy attitude though it scared me. He scoffed and luckily, it wasn't directed at me. "Then, you don't like her." He asked.
Auctioned by the Mafia 18
My stomach is twisted in knots, my pulse can't stop racing. I woke up many times in the night from the nightmares. There was blood everywhere, he was holding the gun, grinning like the most evil person in my dreams. Strangely, he stayed with me the entire night, patting my back while I clung to his chest, the person who caused all this. He's the only one to calm me down. My rebellious nature caused this. Isn't it? I was glad that I woke up alone in the room. I began to pace the floor again. No thought occurred. My hands are still shaking. I'm wearing baggy clothes. I don't want him to look at me and want him interested in any way though he has seen every part of me. Warning prickles along the back of my neck. He's here. The door opened showing him. He licks his lips, and my gaze follows, admiring the sinful glisten his tongue left behind. Heat drifts along my skin, and I can’t stop myself from thinking how strikingly stunning he is, even though I have w
Auctioned by the Mafia 19
I slapped the picture on the desk. I don't need one. Marcus has already checked every detail of her family. Her father's parents are still alive and staying away from the hustle and bustle of city life. Her grandparents are unaware of her presence in the world. They are innocent hardworking people and staying with their elder son and his wife and their two sons who have moved out of the house and are staying in New York. And her mother, that grabbed my attention. There's no record of her before her wedding with her father, Connor Hill. Only a powerful person like us could wipe this out. Today my wife said she saw her. I believe her. She could fake her death too. But why? "Why the fuck you called us, Man?" Ivan snorted. I stared at him coldly. Marcus kept his hooded gaze at me from behind the rim. He understands me more than Ivan. "What is it?" He thudded the glass down. "Clara said she saw her mother today." Tha
Auctioned by the Mafia 20
Three of us entered the club. It’s eerily quiet in our club. My father likes to run it according to his ways. The music played in low voice, neon lights dancing on the dance floor and there was nobody except some guards and us. Everything reflects wealth here. We took the stairs to the VIP hall. It was closed today. No ear to overhear us. "She's glad here." Ivan muttered. I can understand his feelings now when I'm in love with the girl I was watching from afar for the last fifteen months. "Your father..." Marcus smirked. "I don't have a word. What about fucker." He arched his brows at him. "Call whatever you want to. He's being a pain in the ass." Ivan clenched his hands on the banister, looking down at the empty dance floor. Sighing, he moved toward the bar. I tapped my fingers impatiently against the cold metal. "What did you find, Mark?" I didn't have patience when it included my wife. She smiles but the ping in her eyes tig
Auctioned by the Mafia 21
I glanced at the door for the hundredth time and then my gaze swept on the hanging wall. It's almost twelve and there's no sign of him. I thought to call him many times but I don't want hopes rising within me. He bought me the best things, including a phone and a laptop. I never used them. I don't have anyone to call. I know Willow and she's staying with us and my husband, he always comes around whenever I need him. I wanted to be with Willow but she insisted that I stay here until she finished her talk with Donovan. This was the last place I wanted to be. But Willow wanted to be the bridge between them that would lead their family to the path of peace. I stopped pacing in the guest room. My head turned to the door as I heard the footsteps. I'm frightened because Vincenzo doesn't know anything about my visit. Mother agreed to Willow's plan; it made our walk out of the house easy. I broke the rules my husband warned me to follow all the time. The
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