This is a list of character you will meet in this book. This is just for your ease. You can come back to this chapter for a quick recap of who is who. Tikhon Kuznetsova – A tall, muscular man with a handlebar moustache. He is extremely cunning, ruthless, a rule follower and business-oriented. He gave a lot of business to the Siago Mafia Syndicate (SMS) and became the Supreme Boss. He never let anyone else handle the auction ring. Stephan Borisov – A rat-faced man of average height, bulky and extremely intelligent. His only flaw he is a racist and a misogynist. He is the consigliere of SMS. He works for whoever is the boss and takes care of the finances of SMS. Nika Kuznetsova – An anorexic woman who is extremely beautiful and sophisticated. She is the arranged wife of Tikhon. She is more of an arm candy for him. Yekaterina Kuznetsova – Daughter of Tikhon and Nika. A naïve girl who has no idea what her father does. She just knows that she is super rich and can get anything she wants
Michelangelo knew he could not go to her office without any reason. And he would not have a reason without her ideas for his ad. When she would send him the samples, only then he could talk to her.He waited for two days but she didn’t reply to him or even try to make contact. his hands were itching to make a call and ask for updates but she asked him not to follow him. He didn’t want to force a relationship on her.He simply sent her a message asking for an update about his AD campaign. “Hey! You were supposed to send me a few samples for the AD. I am still waiting.”She didn’t reply to him for hours. He had to finally snitch to her boss, Angela. “Hi! This is Michelangelo Venturi. I was looking for updates about my project.” He knew Renata would get scolded but he wanted to hear from her. Even if she would be angry, he could take it. He just wanted to hear her voice.He kept staring at the picture of her panty th
The machine gun was firing at the gate. The metals kept clanking and clinking and ricocheting off the gate. One guard was lying down on the ground, dead. Another was firing his gun by hiding behind the gate. The main gate was half-open, half-closed. Severino had to save his boss.He jumped out of the car, hid behind the SUV’s door and started firing in the direction of the machine gun. The sun was facing Severino making it difficult for him to see who was firing. He could only see a semi-truck that had a machine gun mounted on it.The lack of police was a bane as well as a boon for the mafia. But at that moment Severino wanted the police to come. He wanted anyone to come help him save his boss. His mistake, he forgot how skilled Michelangelo was.Michelangelo jumped from the car and grabbed a gun. He kept shooting at the semi-truck and ordered everyone, “give me cover.”“What? No!” shouted Severino but by that time Michelange
Severino jumped on the truck to see what Vicktor was pointing at. Vicktor had lowered the shirt of the man who was shooting at them and his bare back was staring in his face. “What the hell?” shouted Severino when he saw the word ‘Odal’ branded on the back.“That means he was a slave?” asked Michelangelo.“Yes, a slave, a slave bought and branded in the Auction Ring. He was sold by us and he attacked us on someone’s orders,” replied Vicktor.“Sev! Check the other two men,” commanded Michelangelo.Severino jumped off the truck and went to the driver's side. He took off the driver’s shirt and gasped when he saw Odal branded on his back. The same was the case with the passenger-side goon. He too was an odalisque, he too was a slave. “What is happening?” asked Severino. “Who dare hit us with our slaves?”“Slaves are expendables,” said Michelangelo. “That’s why people use them.”“He is not wrong,” said Vicktor.“What do we have here?” suddenly a female voice attracted their attention. A
Michelangelo was eagerly waiting for the call and his phone rang. He happily looked at the screen thinking it might be Severino or Renata but it was his father, Vittore Venturi. He groaned as he saw the name. they were going to ask him about the attack. It was sure that Vicktor would have informed them about the same. “Yes, Dad,” said Michelangelo. “Are you okay?” asked Vittore. “Yes, Dad, I am fine. One of guards is dead and one is injured. Other than that we are fine,” said Michelangelo. “I don’t care about others, I care if you are okay,” snapped Vittore. “They worked for me, you should care about them. They had families too,” scolded Michelangelo. “You and your bleeding heart. That will hurt you one day,” said Vittore. “Most parents praise their kid for being kind, not like you. You always taunt me. It’s a good thing, dad. Do you want me to be like Narciso?” asked Michelangelo. “In today’s world, you need to be like Narciso,” said Vittore. “I don’t want to be like him, a n
Renata could not sleep the whole night. Her heart kept aching. She knew she had to send Michelangelo away but why was that hurting her? She kept sighing and exhaling loudly while trying to sleep. And when she would fall asleep, he would barge into her dreams, kissing her, touching her making love with her. What had he done to her?She was extremely tired when she woke up, she couldn’t sleep well. Her eyes were still drooping when she came out of her room after her alarm screamed for two whole minutes. She needed caffeine. All her friends were still sleeping. She kept opening her eyes to see better but they would keep drooping.While scratching her head, she walked into the kitchen and kept the water to boil. She was not going to spend time making coffee, she didn’t have the patience. Today, instant coffee would do. While the water was boiling, she slept standing near the kitchen slab.“What are you doing?” suddenly Sameeksha’s voice
Yoshiro was irking Renata. He was trying to get close to her which she didn’t like. He made her touch his chin and neck when all she wanted was to get away from him. What shocked Renata was when Yoshiro asked about Michelangelo. Thank God! Angela walked in at the right moment or she would have taught Yoshiro some manners. “You know him?” asked Renata to Angela. “Yeah, we had a video chat in the morning. He is the client I told you about. I was just concerned when I saw a lot of people standing outside. What happened to him?” asked Angela. “Nothing! And if he is the client I am not working on his campaign,” said Renata and walked out of the room. “Ren! Renata!” shouted Angela and tried to run after her. But then she had a client to tend to. “Will you be, okay?” “Yeah, yeah, I have fresh clothes. Don’t worry,” said Yoshiro. “Please wear those and I will meet you in my cabin,” said Angela. “Um… Ms. Renata left her jacket. Could you send her back?” “I can give that to her,” said A
Renata kept staring at Yoshiro while he was being escorted by security. He turned to look at her and flashed a devilish smirk at her. She gritted her teeth at his defiance. He was being thrown out of the company that too shirtless and he was still smiling, Renata could not understand his expressions.And why was he asking about Michelangelo? Was Michelangelo that famous or Yoshiro was simply his competitor? Was this an example of corporate espionage? Renata kept thinking. She had to ask Angela about what it was. What was the product Yoshiro wanted an AD for?Her whole body was reeling with anger. Every muscle on her body was tight due to clenching. She wanted to kill Yoshiro for kissing her forcefully. And what the hell was he talking about, sex slave? She was an independent woman, she was never going to be anyone’s slave. She would kill that man who tried to make her a slave.She then stared at Angela with squinted eyes. Her cheeks were red with anger. He