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Switched at the Mafia AuctionĀ Ā Ā Chapter 74: Dance for him
The sound of Arianaās blow dryer drowned out my thoughts.She stood in front of the mirror, flipping her red hair like she was in some music video, the kind that ends with a glitter explosion. I was sitting cross-legged on her bed, holding two lipstick shades in my hand and pretending to choose. Truth was, Iād already forgotten how to be this version of me who was girlish, reckless, alive.Cheap Thrills was playing through the Bluetooth speaker, and the room smelled like coconut oil and vanilla body spray. Ariana was humming along, wriggling her hips in her tight jeans. Her energy filled the room so completely that for the first time in days, the silence in my head feltā¦ smaller.āOkay, babe,ā she said, snapping her fingers at me. āHair first. Then that red lipstick. Tonight, weāre not sad, weāre not tired, weāre not emotionally wrecked. Weāre hot.āI laughed, shaking my head as she marched toward me with the curling iron like it was a sword.āIām serious, Ave,ā she said, crouching be
Switched at the Mafia AuctionĀ Ā Ā Chapter 73: For once, I felt free
~ Avelyn ~The city had never looked this alive. Maybe it was just me, the way my chest felt lighter for the first time in days, the way Arianaās laughter kept bouncing between the buildings like sunlight refusing to die.We started at this little boutique tucked in a corner street. You could smell the perfume and polished floors before you even walked in. The mannequins in the window were draped in clothes I couldnāt afford on my best day and somehow that made it more exciting.āPick anything,ā Ariana declared, hands on her hips. āWeāre rich women today. Untouchable.āāRich women donāt announce it like that,ā I said, grinning.She pointed at me like sheād just discovered fire. āExactly! Thatās the attitude. Channel your inner heiress.āSo we did.We tried on ridiculous fur jackets that made us look like mafia wives. Ariana picked a white one with a jeweled belt; I picked a black one that swallowed me whole. Then came the oversized sunglasses for a dramatic feel, it screamed, I could
Switched at the Mafia AuctionĀ Ā Ā Chapter 72: Feral for a day
~ Avelyn ~The door closed behind Xander with that quiet, deliberate sound that always felt like a full stop like a line drawn I couldnāt cross.For a moment, I just sat there at the long dining table, fork still in my hand, staring at the untouched food that was now as cold as my mood. My chest felt tight, too full of words I hadnāt said and thoughts I couldnāt tame.He left me with his usual mixture of arrogance and riddles, and now all I could hear was his voice echoing in my head. āI donāt need to warn you about Kyle, do I?āMy hand trembled around the fork. The nerve of him.I checked the time, it was barely past ten. I still had hours before practice, and that āthree-day passā he threw at me like a leash was burning a hole in my pocket. Fine. Iād use it. For once, not to follow his orders, but to do something that made sense.I changed quickly into simple jeans, a cream sweater, hair pulled into a loose bun and slipped out the door before I could talk myself out of it. The drive
Switched at the Mafia AuctionĀ Ā Ā Chapter 71: love to see you fail
~ Avelyn ~The rain had stopped by morning, but the mansion still felt drenched in it. The windows were streaked with silver trails, and the garden outside glistened like someone had spilled a jar of stars across it. I sat at the long breakfast table, staring at the steam curling off my cup. Everything smelled like cinnamon, fresh bread, and something faintly citrusy.I shouldāve been hungry. I wasnāt.Across from me, Xander ate like nothing had happened. The newspaper lay folded by his hand, the silverware moved in clean, deliberate motions, and the world..his world was calm.Meanwhile, my insides were chaos. My mind hadnāt stopped replaying the night: the well, the rain, the chopper lights, the sound of his voice when he told me to hold on. I could still feel his jacket on my shoulders if I thought about it too long.I gripped the fork tighter, my knuckles white. I couldnāt decide if I wanted to thank him or throw something at him.He broke the silence first. āYou snuck past the dri
Switched at the Mafia AuctionĀ Ā Ā Chapter 70: Fear and guilt
~ Avelyn ~The helicopter blades slowed to a dull, rhythmic hum as we landed on the mansionās helipad. Rain still hissed against the glass. I sat there, wrapped in Xanderās coat, trembling so hard that the seatbelt clicked faintly against itself. My clothes were soaked through water clinging to my skin, hair plastered to my cheeks, fingers stiff and pale.When the door opened, the cold slapped me again. Xanderās hand was on me before I could move. It was firm, unyielding, guiding. The moment my boots hit the ground, he swept the coat tighter around my shoulders, steering me through the downpour and into the waiting corridor that led into the house.The warmth inside was almost unbearable. Marble gleamed under our feet, gold sconces threw soft light on the walls, and the faint scent of cedar and smoke lingered in the air. It felt unreal, too clean, too distant from the pit weād just crawled out of.I couldnāt stop shaking. My lips wouldnāt move right when I tried to speak. āAriāāāSheā
Switched at the Mafia AuctionĀ Ā Ā Chapter 69: A next time
At first, it was just a few drops. Tiny, cold pinpricks on my face that felt almost gentle.Then the rain found its rhythm.It started threading down the stone walls, tracing the cracks, dripping onto my knees, my palms, my hair, until every breath tasted like metal and dirt. The smell of wet earth filled the air, sharp and heavy. I tilted my face upward, calling again.āKyle!āMy voice vanished into the storm. No reply. Just thunder rolling like something alive above me.I pressed a hand against the wall, staring at the rope that hung loose where heād tied it. Maybe heād slipped. Maybe he was pulling Ariana to safety. MaybeāNo.The thought cracked in my chest. I didnāt want to finish it.The rain kept coming. Faster. Louder. It pooled against the uneven floor, soaking my shoes, creeping up over my ankles.āOh God.āI grabbed the ladder, my fingers slipping on the slick metal rungs. The well was already half a river, swirling mud at my feet. My breath came quick and thin. I couldn
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