Lahat ng Kabanata ng Auctioned by the Mafia : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

I glanced at the door for the hundredth time and then my gaze swept on the hanging wall. It's almost twelve and there's no sign of him. I thought to call him many times but I don't want hopes rising within me. He bought me the best things, including a phone and a laptop. I never used them. I don't have anyone to call. I know Willow and she's staying with us and my husband, he always comes around whenever I need him. I wanted to be with Willow but she insisted that I stay here until she finished her talk with Donovan. This was the last place I wanted to be. But Willow wanted to be the bridge between them that would lead their family to the path of peace. I stopped pacing in the guest room. My head turned to the door as I heard the footsteps. I'm frightened because Vincenzo doesn't know anything about my visit. Mother agreed to Willow's plan; it made our walk out of the house easy. I broke the rules my husband warned me to follow all the time. The

My mind quickly worked through the fog I felt after opening my eyes. Pitch dark surrounded me. I've been abducted from Donovan's house. I hope Willow will be fine. Every time I drew a deep sigh, I didn't smell lavender in our room, but dirt around me. I could feel the cold floor against my bare thighs. This isn't good. I should be back home. Disappointment and sadness replaced fear when the door cracked open. "Ah! See, who's up?" Her excited tone startled me. She leaned against the door and kept looking at me with her dark smile. She's not good. I blinked a few times against the light. My headache was a good distraction. I scanned the room. It was an empty and dull room, with no paint, and no decoration. Ghost room. "Untie me." I glared at her, realizing that my hands and feet were tied. She chuckled more, shaking her head. "Someone is eagerly waiting for you to wake up." She paced in the room in her pointed red heels. I

Dread froze me. Tina wasn't lying. Some girls next to me were naked and some were barely covering themselves. There was one thing common between us. Fear and tears in our eyes. I was the only one with clothes from my chest to my thighs. There wasn't much light but excluded the stage. The spotlights were falling over us. Lusty gazes were catching our every moment. There were whistles and dirty words could be heard aiming at us. They lined us up. Gena, my mother's sister, is standing proudly behind the hostess wearing a silky dress with stripes. I wanted to wipe off her evil haughty smile and wanted her to push into the deep well where I sure couldn't come out of it Including my mother and every evil person present here. Anger washed through my blood seeing most of the girls in chains. I wanted someone to slap me so I could break this nightmare and return to reality. This was the worst situation I could get myself into. I turned to run away. But His

Giving myself a second to breathe a sigh of relief, I drifted my gaze around. Vincenzo didn't leave my side yesterday. After dolling up, when I stepped into the hallway of the room, it was only me. I didn't hear him leaving the house. I wanted to see Willow but Vincenzo said they needed time. Ivan lost his father. It gave me one more reason to point at my mother. She and her troop weren't near good. I tried to keep myself awake, fearing that a stranger would show up and take me away from my safe zone. I gulp in fear. What my mother would have done to the people consumed my thoughts. I always wanted to be like her. I'm glad I am not. I braced myself to spend time alone. My mother's bad deeds are haunting me. I paced out of the room. My heart pounded and my feet halted. "We need to pay much attention to the security." Marcus's voice reached me. "It's not our security system. But people who crossed us and met their death. I want

A sickness formed in the pit of my belly and my heart started racing as I saw Marcus pressing the gun to her cheek. He could do that. They could kill without remorse. She is beautiful with soft blue eyes, golden hair, tall and fit figure. Her long silver dress looked expensive. She looked like a woman on a mission. Marcus wasn't controlling his anger. I feared he'd kill her. I don't wanna see another act of violence after seeing what my mother did to me and the women she captured, and abducted. "I can explain." She says not fearing that the gun is pressed to her. "I don't fucking trust you." I always thought Marcus was rude and in anger most of the time. He was surprised like my husband. He's furious today and can pull the trigger. "What's happening?" I asked, He glanced at me and flashed his soft smile. "Patience, wife." He muttered. I swallowed. Was this situation normal to him? His smile explained I didn't need word