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Chapter 108: What do you want?
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Switched at the Mafia Auction Chapter 123: The enemy is close
~ Avelyn ~Darkness didn’t come gently, it crashed into me.When I came back to myself, the first thing I felt was softness beneath my fingers. Not the cold marble of the garden. Not the rough grip from earlier. This was… fabric. Thick cushioned and expensive.My lashes fluttered.The ceiling above me wasn’t the sterile white of a clinic or the dim gold of Xander’s rooms. It was carved wood, detailed and old, with a chandelier that looked like it had no business existing in this century. Warm light spilled from it, soft and steady.For a second, I thought I’d lost my mind. Yes, that must be it. I’m imagining a scene from one of my fantasy movies but then a shadow leaned into my line of sight.“Avelyn?”The voice hit first and my chest tightened before my brain caught up.Kyle.No—That couldn’t be Kyle.I blinked slowly, my head pounding, my body heavy like I was waking from anesthesia. The man hovering over me had Kyle’s eyes. Kyle’s voice. Kyle’s hands reaching out tentatively towa
Switched at the Mafia Auction Chapter 122: Xander’s game
~ Avelyn ~I was still standing over the pile of dollar bills when the guards appeared, two shadows blocking the backstage light.“Master Xander requests your presence.”The usual routine would have followed when one of them grip my arm, the other guiding me or rather dragging me wherever Xander wanted. That was the dynamic. That was the system.But tonight I said, “I need a minute.”And instead of grabbing me… they paused.They actually stepped back. One of them nodded and they moved to stand farther away, giving me space like I was something delicate that had to be handled softly.Right.The mistress title, the perks kept rolling in. Shame I didn’t feel a single drop of power from it.All I felt was dread crawling down my throat.Because the truth was…I didn’t need “a minute.”I needed hours, days. A freaking time machine, maybe.Anything that would make me ready to face Xander after what Veronica told me.I knew myself well enough to know I wouldn’t be able to sit across from hi
Switched at the Mafia Auction Chapter 121: Underwater
~ Avelyn ~The descent to the bowl of water came next. It was deliberate. The technicians lowered me slowly so that when I released the pole I entered the air like something sliding off a blade. The water bowl waited like a stage prop enlarged into reality revealing a transparent, semi-circular basin large enough for a person to be entirely submerged beneath and yet visible from every seat. The lights under it glowed faintly, and a murmur moved through the crowd as my dress hit the water and the red began to bleed and smear into the clear.Underwater, everything was muffled and strange. Sound turned to a pressure I couldn’t parse. My lashes fanned like small black wings. The red clouded up around me, but then, because of the choreography and because of the precise temperature and density of the liquid they had used, the color sank fast. I moved slowly, floating, body loose and limber and completely under control. Time dilated. In that silence, the panic pressed against my ribcage li
Switched at the Mafia Auction Chapter 120: The red rain
~ Avelyn ~For a second I honestly thought my knees were going to give out. My brain kept trying to rearrange her words into something less horrific, something that didn’t make me feel like I’d been walking around stupid and blind this entire time. Xander set up Kyle? Ari? The club? The dancer? My “rescue”??No. No, she was lying. She had to be lying. This was Veronica. This was what she did.But the denial didn’t settle. It just sat there, thin and flimsy, like tissue paper in a fire.I couldn’t breathe right. My chest felt tight, like there wasn’t enough air in the room anymore. And the worst part? My body kept moving anyway. I grabbed the rail backstage. I stepped toward the curtains. I adjusted my outfit. All normal, all routine.Meanwhile my mind was… nowhere. It was jammed, static. Just one long, buzzing panic that made my hands shake even though I kept curling them into fists behind my back.“Five minutes, Mistress Avelyn,” someone said.Mistress.God. The word almost made me
Switched at the Mafia Auction Chapter 119: I was innocent
~ Avelyn ~The way she said it wasn’t even loud—just casual, like talking about the weather.“Tell me, how was it like being fucked by Xander?”My brain lagged. That wasn’t curiosity, this was a knife disguised as a compliment.I didn’t rise to the bait. My voice came out low, flat.“What do you want?”She didn’t answer immediately. Veronica circled the chair like she was inspecting a product she’d already decided to return. She didn’t even bother to look at me. She looked at my reflection, at the crystals, at the hair, at the body they’d polished until I looked like a diamond someone was preparing to auction again.Then she laughed under her breath, that smug little half-giggle she always did when she thought she’d found a flaw in your armor.“You must think you won. It’s adorable, really… watching you parade around like you’re untouchable.”She tilted her head, lips curling.“A mere pawn who thinks she’s queen. Soon to be discarded like all the others.”I didn’t care. Not enou
Switched at the Mafia Auction Chapter 118: Being fucked
~ Avelyn ~The long awaited event was now staring me in the face, it was time to get ready. I didn’t know where Xander sent me, but the location alone told me it wasn’t anywhere dancers normally went. The car stopped at a side entrance of the Mona Lisa I didn’t even know existed. No signs, no guards shouting names and no girls in glittering costumes swarming around like bees. Just a silent hallway that smelled clean and expensive.The attendant at the door bowed, then pressed a palm to a glass panel. It scanned his hand and a door slid open.“Master Sterling booked the suite,” he said.I followed him because I didn’t have much of a choice. Every step reminded me my thighs were still sore. The bruises on my neck throbbed like someone wrapped fingers there and squeezed until their impression stamped itself permanently on my skin.My body was a walking confession of last night, and still, the world was suddenly treating me like I needed satin gloves and gold forks.The elevator they led
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