His men dragged me away and I continued to struggled.
I was dragged down the stairs into a basement that has been converted into different cells.
I was taken into one of the cells that has 008 written on it.
My tears dripped uncontrollably and his men threw me into the cell and lock up.
After few hours his men brought me some food . They unbind my hands and leg and as the man was about locking the door, I rush towards the door but fell down due to my legs that has been bonded for a while.
I manage to stand up but before I got to the door, the door as been shut.
I went down on my knees and cried so hard.
I didn't eat the food brought to me in the cell throughout my five days in the cell and slowly I became weak.
After five days of being locked up, two men came to pull me up, I had no strength to struggle myself out of their arms because I haven't been eating.
All I do is weep and sleep, all the food that has been served to me were there laying on the ground inside the cell.
Alfredo men drags me out, I could feel how haggard and dirty I was without looking into the mirror.
I could feel it myself that I stink without anyone telling me because sometimes no one comes to me whenever, I call from the m cell that I want to pee, I had to pee inside the same cell I was locked in.
They drop me in front of some women.
" Boss says you should make her clean up and prepare her for the auction" the men says and left.Tears dripped down my face when I heard the word Auction.
I was drag into the bathroom, I was ordered to take my bath. The women stood at the entrance of the bathroom and didn't let me shut the door.
I took my bath and they gave me a three pieces lingerie to wear.
The dress was so revealing that I was even ashamed in the dress. After wearing the dress, I feel naked and I use my hand to cover my chest in shame.
I began to plead with the women to help me but none of them answered me.
Tears dripped down my face with so many imagination in my head of what the Auction would look like.
The women bind my hands with cello tape and lead me to Where Alfredo was receiving calls related to auctioning me.
Tears dripped down my face as I climb down the stairs with my face down thinking of how I can escape.
I began to think of running out and I look up, I looked around and his men were just littered inside and outside the compound.
I could see there is no where I want to run to that I won't be caught by his men.
I look back to him and cuss him inside of me and he turn back while I quick look down.
ALFREDO.
I was receiving calls about the Auction arrangement when the women I asked to prepare Charlene for the Auction leads her to me.
I had only turn around to the footsteps that I heard and I saw a beautiful sexy petite body and I had to look closely to be sure it was the same girl I brought in five days ago.
I couldn't take my face away from her sexy petite body.
I never notice how beautiful her body was till this moment. I looked at her from head to toe, she had her head down while I move forward to her and slowly use my finger to lift her face up and I realize how beautiful she looks.
I licked my lower lips and began to imagine so many things I would like to do to her.
I began to imagine how her lips will taste and how her moaning will sound in my ears.
I try to look away from her face but I just find myself looking back to her face and her body.
The women took their leave while I couldn't even control myself from touching her sexy body.
Slowly I place my hand on her beautiful face while tears dripped down her face. I move the back of my palm on her face and slowly I move it down to her waist and remove my hand.
I look away and dial a number in my phone.
" Cancel the Auction! I said." Sir? The receiver from the other end asked." Cancel the Auction! I hanged the call.CHARLENE.
When he came to me, he uses his hand to lift my jaw and he look me from head to toe.He slowly move his hand on my cheek and move it down to my waist.
I began to sob because I was scared of why he looked at me that way. I stiff my body while he move away from me.
He brings out his cellphone and dial a number and said.
" Cancel the Auction" I looked up in surprised and began to imagine why he had cancel the Auction.At first a part of me was happy but then I began to think of why he had stoped the auction and why he touched my body that way.
After the call, he walked to me while I began to think of running away, I look towards the entrance of the house and look down to my hand and thought of running.
I was going to run when he picked me up and threw me on his shoulder.
I try to struggle but I was too tired to struggle.
He took me to a luxury room , he shuts the door behind us. He threw me on his bed.
I began to struggle with my butt to move back with tears dripping down my face.
I began to plead with him not to touch me.
" Please don't do anything to me" I pleaded with tears dripping down my face.ALFREDO.
I knew I wasn't supposed to mix pleasure with business but I couldn't resist her sexy body.
I walk to my mini wine bar, I pour myself drink and couldn't stop staring at her as I sip my drink. I slowly began to unbuttoned myself shirt.
CHARLENE.
As I saw Alfredo unbuttoning his shirt, I quickly got down from the bed and walk to the door.
I began to hit the door with my bonded hands.
No one answered me but I didn't stop hitting the door.
He walked closer to me and I move back slowly and began to plead with him.
" Please don't do anything to me" I said." Why shouldn't I ? Why do you think I cancel the Auction? He said and pull off his shirt and threw it in the couch." Pl....ea...se" I said stammering and my back hit the wall, he trapped me in between his arms which he placed on the wall and I began to shiver in between his arms as I weep uncontrollably.Tears continue to dripped down my face, slowly he moved his face closer to me like he was going to kiss me but he didn't while I continue pleading.
He stare into my face for a while, our gazes met and I lower my gaze and he slowly removes his hand from the wall and picks up his shirt and buttoned it.
I stare at him like as he picked up his shirt and buttoned it and he walked to me and brings out a fruit knife.
I became scared that he wants to hurt me and I shut my eyes and said
“ Please don’t hurt me, you can have me, I will do whatever you want, don’t kill me” I said non stop with my heart beating fast and suddenly I felt my hands freed.I opened my eyes and stare at him in surprise.
“ I never planned to hurt you” he saidI looked up to his face while he walk to the door , he open the door and walks out of the door. He shuts the door behind him and locks the door.
Despite my fear, I can’t bring myself to go too far. Tears are streaming down my face as I scream uncontrollably. But no one can hear me with the hallway door shut.I keep crawling, and in the dark, my hand touches something in Alfredo's jacket … his gun.And it’s enough for me to make a split-second decision. One that I hope will ultimately save our lives. I grab the gun and pull the trigger. An ear-splitting bang alerts the whole household. Suddenly, all the lights come on in every room of the house, and I hear footsteps running up the stairs. I scream again, and Vanya appears at the door, fully dressed though his brown hair is slightly ruffled.“Charlene, where is Alfredo?” he asks, wide-eyed.But before I can respond, another gunshot resounds through the bedroom, making me shriek in terror. Maya hurries toward the bedroom door and yanks his gun from his belt. His face contorts in fury as he disappears into the room. I turn back to follow him, but I’m swept up from behind by strong
“I prefer it,” I reply curtly. “Who shot the cop,Sara? Was it you or Lance?”“How do you know it wasn’t your sister?” A smirk tugs at her lips.I shake my head. “Sonya wouldn’t.” But as soon as the words leave my lips, I realize just how little I truly know my own sister.“An eye for an eye.” The sly smile widens across Sara’s lips. “One family for another. You know as well as I do that Sonya was never raised in the rules of the Bratva like you and I.”The private room is filled with an uncomfortable silence, and the waiter’s footsteps echo as he enters. He looks nervously at us and realizes no one has even picked up a menu. He hesitantly asks if we’re ready to place our orders. No one wants to eat, so I order a bottle of vodka.“No one will want to associate with someone wanted by the law,” I break the silence. “Not for this. And if you goaded Sonya into doing this—”“I didn’t.” She stops me before I can finish my accusation. “That’s why I want to talk about a truce.”The waiter ente
Charlene smiles shyly and then focuses on her salad, spearing a piece of avocado with her fork. Her gaze falls on the lone brass key in the box, and I know she’s dying to ask questions.“Technically, we don’t own it yet,” I reply. “We’re negotiating the price, and then there’s closing. The couple that owns it are excited to retire early. None of their children are interested in running the place. It’s a good location.”“What about security?” she asks, eyeing the few diners seated at random tables.“The river protects one side, and security can stay in the inn. You don’t have to open it to the public. You’ll be safe here as long as you don’t forget who you are.”Charlene puts down her fork and looks around the charming antique interior with exposed beams and wood plank floors. A large stone fireplace crackles and fills the room with warmth. The walls are a mix of wood paneling and stone accents. In the corner is a bar stocked with local craft beers. Old, framed prints and maps of the a
Just like Alfredo, these people will praise me for my brutality toward my family.Could Alfredo ever escape what was fated to happen?Could I?I don’t wait for the morning or for Regina to say come in.I unlock the door and enter her room. The couture dress is balled up and thrown on the floor while Regina lies on her bed in her old clothes that she took from Dad’s house. Her earbuds are in, and she ignores me as I pace alongside her bed. Her eyes stay trained on the laptop screen as if there’s actually something absorbing on streaming. I sit down on the bed near her and close the screen.“What do you want?” she asks crossly.I sit up straight. “I want to tell you that I’m sorry for slapping you.”“Is that it?” Regina asks, sitting up and crossing her legs.I watch my tone. “Yes, I’m sorry I slapped you, but we couldn’t risk it last night.”She rolls her eyes and replies, “Of course,My dear sister Charlene couldn’t risk something .”I look away and can’t think of what to say.“They do
Stefan frowns, and a nagging feeling descends like a chill down my ribs, letting me know that something might be wrong.“Excuse me.” I leave them and search for Alfredo.I don’t like the look on Stefan’s face, and if he’s up to something, I want it stopped now. All I want is a joyful night without drama and violence, and I’m not about to see it ruined by teenage hormones.“Charlene, good to see you.” A large hand grips my upper arm, and Ivo greets me with a hearty hug. “May we speak?”Distracted by his greeting, I nod as he leads me into the ballroom and almost outside through the French doors. “This is an impressive showing. You’ve done well for your first full event as Andrei’s wife. Any news?”My lips form a thin line. “I don’t know anything about Sonya Gregory. As far as I know, she’s gone underground.”“Of course.” He strokes his bushy beard with his overgrown fingernails. “But there was something else. An unfortunate shooting?”“I believe my husband. I wouldn’t be here talking t
“Maybe this friendship with Zara is not a bad thing,” Sean replies. “There is an advantage to your wife learning how to be a prop wife. Which means you can start treating her like one. You’ve allowed her too much freedom.”I chuckle as I pour another. “I kept her locked in a bedroom.”“A bedroom for a queen with endless luxuries and wealth,” replies Sean . “You’ve spoiled her. And she knows she can use sex to manipulate you. There’s a part of you that is holding onto her too tight. If you hold onto a butterfly’s wing, it will tear when it tries to fly away. Only when you let go will it want to return.” Sean continues with a smirk on his lips. “Make Charlene think she’s crazy for wanting to leave you. You must be like mu father”“Never.”“You have little choice,Alfredo.” Sean looks at his glass before taking a sip. “You need to turn Charlene into a Brotherhood wife. Your mom hated your father, but she wanted for nothing.”“Except love,” I reply flatly.“You loved your mother, Alfredo.
I remember what he said when Regina was first brought here.“A brotherhood wife sleeps with him unless he decides otherwise.”“I didn’t plan to … I fell asleep.” I stand and navigate my body carefully around his. “I’m going upstairs to pack.”I don’t dare look at him as I hurry out the door, past the guard.My foot lands on the step, and I immediately run the rest of the way to our bedroom. I know he won’t let me leave, and I must be crazy to think otherwise, but I’ll try anyway. I don’t have my own luggage, so I search in his closet. That’s not all I find. Behind a heavy wool dress coat, there’s a gun cabinet. I stare at them in rows shiny black and terrifyingly cold.I cover them up with the coat again.I drag the first empty suitcase out and toss it onto the bed when Alfredo enters the room. He walks slowly to the bed and watches me as I throw an armful of dresses into the case.Where am I going to wear these things?Evening gowns made of silk and satin are too fancy for me to hide i
“I don’t know much about being a wife to a husband in the brotherhood,” I blurt out clumsily.Her gaze rests on the small diamond pendant around my neck, and she frowns ever so slightly. “Is that a gift from your husband?”My hand rests on it, and I nod.“Is it real?” she asks.I nod again. “I’m pretty sure all the jewelry he has given me is real.”“Foolish girl.” She smiles thinly. “All your jewelry should be appraised and then duplicated. Youneverwear the originals. I will give you the name of a shop. Very discreet. They will pay for them, and your husband will never know. Never let your husband pick your jewelry.”My eyes widen as if she’s talking crazy. “Then how do I ask for it?”She tsks like I’m a child. “You admire a piece or find a picture of something you like in an auction catalog. Place the page on his desk. He will buy it for you. Don’t let him give you anything you can’t sell.”A chill descends my spine at her words. She’s not telling me how to be a wife.She’s telling m
Charlene shifts in her seat, sitting at the end of the couch away from Sean.“What do we need to do to get better families on this list?” I ask.Sean stares at the screen. “We can offer a gift?”Charlene stares daggers at me. “Are you talking about auctioning off my sister?”Sean glances at Charlene and then focuses on me. “Perhaps there are better ways than using marriage? You’ve had mixed luck with matrimony so far.”I scowl at Sean. “Names? What about Sammie or Taras?”“He’s married to Eva, and the Taras were no fans of Algredo’s father. A rushed marriage isn’t going to mend a blood feud. Especially a marriage to a sister-in-law,” he replies quickly.I have to restrain myself from shouting at him. “I need a better name, Sean”He looks at me coldly. “Perhaps the girl has plans for her own life.”Instantly, I remember the day when Alfredo mom said something similar about Charlene.What if that woman you brought here also made promises that you are making her break?My voice lowers. “I