Library
Search
Home / Mafia / Switched at the Mafia Auction / Chapter 12: A rumor spreading

Share

Chapter 12: A rumor spreading

Author: Black sweet
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-27 23:44:36

The morning came hastily. Xander’s room was silent, save for the faint rustle of fabric and the clink of polished steel.

It was silence, yet not empty. It was the kind of silence that bent to him.

Xander sat at the edge of his vast bed while two maids fastened the cuffs of his black silk shirt. Another was on her knees, smoothing the crimson carpet as if a wrinkle in it would earn her death. By the far wall, two others moved in harmony, changing the sheets of his massive bed. A bed carved from mahogany towering, royal, the kind of furniture that belonged in an emperor’s palace, not a penthouse but here it was.

The chamber itself reflected him. It was dark, grand and merciless. With velvet floor-to-ceiling drapes covered the windows and swallowing daylight whole. Chandeliers blazed like captured stars, bathing the room in warm gold. Gilded mirrors lined the walls reflecting the figure of their master seated like a king receiving worship.

The door opened.

Dominic stepped in with the qu
Continue to read this book for free
Scan code to download App
Locked Chapter
Previous Chapter Next Chapter

Latest chapter

  • Switched at the Mafia Auction   Chapter 30: Performing for the devil

    ~ Avelyn ~The music hit first.A slow, decadent rhythm, heavy on bass, like a heartbeat amplified and stretched into something sultry. Then the lights followed, a beams of violet sweeping across the stage, striking the polished floor beneath my bare feet. It gleamed like glass, slick and dangerous, every step a reflection waiting to betray me.I forced myself to breathe. My emerald dress clung to my skin, the slit scandalously high and the fabric shimmering beneath the lights. The audience’s roar melted into a low hum in my ears. I could feel their eyes on me, greedy, expectant, daring me to give them more.So I did.I stepped into the center of the spotlight, letting the beat guide the sway of my hips. My hand skimmed down the slit of my dress, brushing my thigh as if I were teasing myself for their benefit. A wave of whistles cut through the room. Somewhere in the blur, champagne glasses froze midair, conversations stilled.The bass deepened. I twirled slowly, letting the silk flar

  • Switched at the Mafia Auction   Chapter 30: Performing for the devil

    ~ Avelyn ~The music hit first.A slow, decadent rhythm, heavy on bass, like a heartbeat amplified and stretched into something sultry. Then the lights followed, a beams of violet sweeping across the stage, striking the polished floor beneath my bare feet. It gleamed like glass, slick and dangerous, every step a reflection waiting to betray me.I forced myself to breathe. My emerald dress clung to my skin, the slit scandalously high and the fabric shimmering beneath the lights. The audience’s roar melted into a low hum in my ears. I could feel their eyes on me, greedy, expectant, daring me to give them more.So I did.I stepped into the center of the spotlight, letting the beat guide the sway of my hips. My hand skimmed down the slit of my dress, brushing my thigh as if I were teasing myself for their benefit. A wave of whistles cut through the room. Somewhere in the blur, champagne glasses froze midair, conversations stilled.The bass deepened. I twirled slowly, letting the silk flar

  • Switched at the Mafia Auction    Chapter 29: I need a man

    ~ Avelyn ~The morning began with my own reflection staring me down. Pale, stubborn eyes, hair a mess, body aching in places I didn’t even know could ache. I stood in front of the mirror, whispering to myself like a lunatic giving a pep talk before the gallows.“You’ve survived worse,” I muttered. “You’ll survive tonight. Smile, twist, twirl, and don’t you dare fall on your face. If you fail—you’re dead. Maybe not literally. But close enough.”The pep talk didn’t make me feel better, but at least it stopped my hands from trembling as I practiced a few moves on the pole in my room before sunrise. Ms. Freda wasn’t around today—apparently, even drill sergeants deserved a break. Lucky her. I practiced until my muscles screamed for mercy, then showered, pulled on fresh training clothes, and waited.By evening, I was bundled into a car. No Xander. Just a faceless driver who didn’t even bother to look at me twice. I didn’t ask where Xander was. Honestly, I didn’t care. The fewer times our pa

  • Switched at the Mafia Auction   Chapter 28: Burlesque

    ~ Avelyn ~The maid led me out into the garden, dew still clinging to the roses, their petals heavy in the faint evening light. It should’ve been beautiful like manicured hedges carved into perfection, the scent of lavender drifting like a lullaby but all I could think of was how this place wasn’t paradise. It was a cage dressed in silk.And in the center of it, he sat.Xander was lounging at a wrought-iron table, sleeves rolled carelessly to his forearms, collar open, a glass of wine in one hand and files spread before him. He didn’t look like a man burdened by empire. He looked like a man born to command one. His presence burned through the fresh air, made it heavy, made me want to shrink into the shadows.But I didn’t. I stood there, stiff, bracing myself.His gaze lifted lazily from the page to me. Slowly and deliberately, his eyes traced down my messy bun, sweat-soaked training clothes clinging to my skin, down to my sneakers dusted with dirt. His lip curved the way it always did

  • Switched at the Mafia Auction   Chapter 27: Ask him the question

    ~ Avelyn ~I woke before the maids.For once, it wasn’t their rustling that dragged me out of sleep or Ms. Freda’s shrill orders bouncing off the walls. It was me. My eyes snapped open on their own, my body aching but restless. Determination burned through the fatigue like a spark refusing to die out.There wasn’t time to waste. Not anymore. Not when the fate of my life was hanging on a few days. I pushed myself off the bed and stretched out my limbs, hissing at the soreness in my shoulders and thighs. Every part of me screamed to lie back down, to let the mattress swallow me whole. But no. My reflection from last night still clung to me — that unflinching image in the mirror, that whisper in my chest telling me I could not afford another mistake.So I practiced.In my room, barefoot, hair a messy tangle, sweat slicking down my back before the sun had fully risen. I twisted into positions I’d memorized, my arms pulling, my stomach straining, my legs trembling under my own weight. Aga

  • Switched at the Mafia Auction   Chapter 26: Mirrors don’t lie

    ~ Avelyn ~The door slammed behind me, hard enough to rattle the frame. My lungs were already tight, my throat closing in. The second I was inside my room, I didn’t even think — I just sprinted straight for the bathroom.The shower came alive with a violent twist of my wrist, water hissing against the tiles like a thousand whispers mocking me. I ripped the sports bra over my head, tugged at the rest of my clothes like they were shackles I needed to escape, and stumbled under the spray before it even warmed.I scrubbed. Hard.The sponge tore at my skin, dragging over every inch with soap that foamed too quickly, slipping through my fingers like it couldn’t keep up with my desperation. His cologne clung to me. I could still smell that woodsy, rich, suffocating scent, it was like smoke I couldn’t breathe out of my lungs. I raked at my arms until they stung, my chest until it burned red. My own nails left angry streaks.But it wasn’t enough.Because it wasn’t on my skin.It was inside me.

More Chapters

You may also like

Explore and read good novels for free
Free access to a vast number of good novels on GoodNovel app. Download the books you like and read anywhere & anytime.
Read books for free on the app
SCAN CODE TO READ ON APP
DMCA.com Protection Status