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Switched at the Mafia AuctionĀ Ā Ā 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 audienceās 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 AuctionĀ Ā Ā 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 audienceās 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 AuctionĀ Ā Ā 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 didnāt even know could ache. I stood in front of the mirror, whispering to myself like a lunatic giving a pep talk before the gallows.āYouāve survived worse,ā I muttered. āYouāll survive tonight. Smile, twist, twirl, and donāt you dare fall on your face. If you failāyouāre dead. Maybe not literally. But close enough.āThe pep talk didnāt 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 wasnāt around todayāapparently, 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 didnāt even bother to look at me twice. I didnāt ask where Xander was. Honestly, I didnāt care. The fewer times our pa
Switched at the Mafia AuctionĀ Ā Ā 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 shouldāve 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 wasnāt 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 didnāt 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 didnāt. 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 AuctionĀ Ā Ā Chapter 27: Ask him the question
~ Avelyn ~I woke before the maids.For once, it wasnāt their rustling that dragged me out of sleep or Ms. Fredaās 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 wasnāt 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 ā 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 Iād memorized, my arms pulling, my stomach straining, my legs trembling under my own weight. Aga
Switched at the Mafia AuctionĀ Ā Ā Chapter 26: Mirrors donāt 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 didnāt even think ā 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 couldnāt keep up with my desperation. His cologne clung to me. I could still smell that woodsy, rich, suffocating scent, it was like smoke I couldnāt 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 wasnāt enough.Because it wasnāt on my skin.It was inside me.
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