Chapter 11

Leonardo POV.

My eyes narrow on the brown haired bombshell up on stage and a feral growl rolls off my lips causing the men in the chairs closest to me to turn and shoot me a look.

Mine. She. Is. Mine.

I turn and give them a death stare, letting them know if they even think about bidding, I will unscrew their heads and fuck through it.

"Do I hear three million dollars," the announcer says.

“Fifty million," I announce, standing up so the whole room knows just who they're fucking with if they're stupid enough to try and go over the top of me.

The announcer clears her throat, disoriented.

“Fifty million dollars, going once, going twice and sold!”

The Circle prided itself on its exclusive, invite-only memberships for the underworld’s wealthiest and most powerful. A good number of those members, including myself, engaged in different illegal activities. I have heard tales of what these old Dons do to their slaves and I wouldn’t want them to breathe close to her. My Jewel. My Isabella. Mine.