The Mafia's Pet

Mia’s POVI adjusted my mini skirt for what felt like the hundredth time today. The skirt was uncomfortably short and I could see my ass almost peeking out. My shirt wasn’t any better either, I could clearly see my boobs straining out from the shirt which was two times smaller than my actual size. Fuck my boss for making me wear such provocative outfits as work attire.Well I was no different from the rest of my co-workers serving at the upscale club bar. Apparently, our side job involved enticing wealthy men who frequented the club into spending more time here and of course spending more money. It was all part of the game.Staring at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, I noticed my once straight ginger hair now looked slightly disheveled, with a few stray strands falling across my face. My bright green eyes lacked their usual spark, accentuated by the faint bags underneath. I considered wiping off the remaining red tint from my lips but thought better of it. My boss would throw a f

Mia’s POV“Introducing our last girl for auction. Mia - 20 years old, untouched,” the man in charge of the auction process announced loudly, emphasizing more on his last word.The crowd erupted in hushed whispers and murmurs. Though I couldn't see the faces behind the voices, I could sense their presence. The large hall was dimly lit, with a single spotlight shining down on me from above, capturing the attention of everyone in the room.The man beside me continued with the introduction, and the hall fell silent as the men listened intently to his every word.“Let the auction begin,” he announced, and the hall immediately brightened as lights flooded the room.I could now see the faces of the guests, and it only intensified my fear. The room was filled with men of different ages, all seemingly wealthy, based on their appearance. They were here with the intention of purchasing one of us for a purpose I dreaded to discover.Excitement was evident on their faces as they leered at me, maki

MIA’s POV“Come here” he finally spoke up.“I think it’s about time I take my leave” Henry chirped in and exited the mansion without another word.I stayed glued to my spot, too scared to get any closer to him- Marco.Marco stood up from his seat and walked towards me, his eyes still fixed on me. I felt my heart race faster as he approached me, unsure of what he was going to do. He stopped right in front of me, towering over me with his imposing figure. I could feel his breath on my face as he leaned in closer. "You're Mia, right?" he asked, his voice low and commanding. I nodded slowly, too afraid to speak. “Use your words” he ordered.“Yes” said lowly.“Yes what?” He inquired, one of his eyebrows raised questionly.For a second I was clueless on what he meant by that, but I was quick to realize he wanted me to address him properly.“Yes sir” I replied.“How old are you?” He asked.“Twenty,” I muttered.I flinched as he reached out his hand, but he didn't touch me. Instead, he brus

MIA'S POVI was frozen in my seat at the edge of the bed, as Marco walked towards me. His eyes were cold and calculating, and I could feel the weight of his gaze on me. I knew that I was in trouble, but I didn't know what to do. "You didn't answer my question," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "What question?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "What are you doing?" he demanded. "I...I don't know," I stuttered, feeling the fear rise up in me. Marco's eyes narrowed at my answer, and I could feel him studying me, trying to read my thoughts. "Why are you asking questions about me? Henry sent you for that purpose, didn't he?," he asked finally, his voice low and menacing. "I can tell when someone is lying to me," he said gravely. I shook my head, feeling tears prick at the corners of my eyes. "I'm not lying," I said, my voice barely above a whisper."Henry didn't ask me to do anything. I have no idea who he is either! All I know is that he bought me off from the stran

MIA'S POV.I couldn't believe what he was asking me to do. Kneel in front of him? Was he serious? But as I looked into his eyes, I could see the intensity and the dominance in them, and I knew that I couldn't dare disobey him. I slowly got down on my knees, feeling the carpet brush against my skin. I kept my eyes downcast, trying to avoid looking at Marco directly. "Look at me," he commanded, his voice cold and dominant. I slowly lifted my head, meeting his gaze. He was staring at me intensely, his eyes dark and full of desire. I could feel my heart racing in my chest, and I knew that I was in trouble. "Mia," he said, his voice low and seductive."You will do whatever I ask of you, without question." I nodded, feeling a mix of fear and desire coursing through me. He was my owner now, and I had to do whatever he asked of me. "Good," he said, his lips curling into a smirk. "Now, I want you to do something for me."I waited for him to continue, my heart racing with anticipation. I