Todos os capítulos de Auctioned to a mafia boss : Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

Arya’s POV The second his voice landed on my ears I suddenly became aware of our position. His left hand holding my right wrist was still very much active and on duty while his right hand wholesomely wrapped my waist under the windbreaker. This skims dress wasn’t of much help because I could feel his fingers on my skin with ease, it was like I was bare underneath the windcheater. Even after speaking into my ears he refused to retreat, leaving his head on my neck as if that was it’s new found habitant. I thought I’d had enough but little did I know his craziness was only getting started. “Nicklaus get off me-”“Shush” he cut me off with a whisper and for a second I thought it was for a reasonable course but some people are just lowlifes! The minute I realized what he was up to my eyes widened in disbelief while my lips twitched uncontrollably. How can someone be so devious?!I felt his slow movement and fell into chaos mode. Was it my waist that was too slim? Or Nicklaus arms wer

Arya’s POV Once again, I’m reminded why I’m not a fan of rainy days. The cleansing water gives a vague view of the havoc recked underneath. But for those that experienced it first hand, could it ever be forgotten? What it means to hang on to a last thread of hope? What it means to beg for life itself?What it means to wish reality was a dream!Most people wish to turn their dreams into reality but there’s a dreaded time when you’d give anything to turn your reality into a dream. It’s in that moment you envy the dreamland. At least one gets to wake up, forgetting it ever existed in your memories, at least one gets to leave it behind as a wishlist but what happens when it’s a nightmare? And that nightmare doesn’t have a wake up button, even if you pinch yourself it stays, staring you straight in the face. It’s cruel and ruthless. It doesn’t care if your strong enough to accept its sudden presence, it just shows up and expects you to understand!Here I stand in front of the glass

Arya’s POV At first there was striking silence that caused my eyes to lose their last glimmer of light. It was impossible to keep away the question. ‘What was I expecting?’Suddenly the corners of my ears perked as I overheard Nicklaus utter.“Love”My head turned on their own accord making me face his dead-ass serious expression. All thoughts aside, this man was really scary. A person capable of telling you he loves you and then going behind that same night to utter such heartbreaking words was once again using that word ‘love’. It felt absurd and it just doesn’t suit him. The all mighty Nicklaus falling in love? Nah, that doesn’t have a ring to it. Emotionless and indifference fits him perfectly. My mental tribunal mistakenly led me into scoffing. It wasn’t my intention to mock his confession but sadly that’s how it sounded. “Nicklaus no offense but I would’ve had a better chance believing you if you had said what you feel for me is ‘possession’ or even ‘pity’ but, love? We b

Arya’s POV It’s always the same with him, brute force and nothing else! I was too exhausted to struggle out of his hold so I placed my hand on his firm grip and looked him dead in the eyes. “My wrist hurt, let go of me” If I had known simple gently words could work on Nicklaus then I wouldn’t have spent wasted efforts trying to wiggle free from his embrace in the past, I was sincerely shocked to watch him release my arm. Finally I win!Although my body was weak and wobbly, I still didn’t want to get back into the car with him so I turned my back towards him and strode forward. Fighting through the wind to keep my balance but the sound of my name being said through clenched teeth halted my moves. My body slowly faced him and I could clearly see his piercing stare amidst the street dim lights. His jet black trousers and corporate shirt reflected a dangerous aura. I looked back at the stunning man that I couldn’t have and a pant of regret hit me. For a split second the thought of o

Arya’s POV “You’re coming with us, maybe after a thrilling night, you wouldn’t be so stubborn” As he spoke he dragged me towards the car, treating my struggles like a two year old throwing a tantrum. I didn’t need two brains to guess what the ‘thrilling night’ entails. He had been doing a terrible job keeping the thing in his pants in check. Amongst all other factors my sprain ankle was the most irritating. At a time such as this I couldn’t even escape if I got a chance. “Wait” I suddenly motioned and they all halted their steps. The car door was already swung open and even in the mess I was, I couldn’t help thinking how they planned to fit me in with them, the thought alone was terrifying. Never mind that, how the hell did they all fit in there? I regained my composure and voiced “you don’t have to do this, I can give you more money than Andrew offered. If you want it double then so be it”My words left them pondering but when I thought I had them I was out of the blue smacked in