All Chapters of Auctioned To The Highest Bidder: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

ADRIAN'S POV: At the Giovanni estate, I ran a hand through my beard, unable to eat the food in front of me. Dinner had been served minutes ago, and even though the Giovanni family usually ate together, I couldn't bear to face the people whom I called my own, the same people whom I had made to believe that our enemy was now beneath us. I stared at the food before me, then looked away in what was silent disgust. It just didn't make sense. Chief Brendan had said Roman Adams had sensitive information over him, and with every passing minute, I couldn't seem to wrap my brain around it. Sensitive information. What in heaven's name was that supposed to mean? When a polite knock came on the door while I was still thinking, I gave permission for whoever was behind the door to enter. The face of Nyssa Dimitri reminded me that in spite of everything that had happened, at least, I had won the battle of making her work for me. She had been Roman's greatest asset, and now, she wasn't

ROMAN'S POV:Clinton stood up violently, and the water in front of him spilled, the liquid running in rivulets on the floor. “Control my people? Are you listening to yourself, Mr Adams? McLean would be rolling in his grave! It's not even forty eight hours since he died, and you're here to snatch his legacy. I'd rather die than accept such a deal! The arrogance to walk in here and demand such.”He slammed the table hard to the extent that it vibrated and I had to lean on the chair I was sitting on. Even in his anger, I could sense his fear. No matter how hard he tried to hide it, the truth was staring at him in the face. He would never have the backing of his people. He was too young, and he didn't have the heart to seize power properly. It showed the fact that he couldn't even master his emotions. How then was he supposed to make a group of people who didn't rate him to control theirs?“Leave, Mr Adams. I think we're done here…”“Sit down, Clinton. I'm not talking to you as a Mafi

ADRIAN'S POV:“Here's the problem,” Clinton started, his hands moving with every word that left his lips. “If I'm going to have both of you as my partners, then I believe you guys need to work together. The only way we progress and make this work is if both of you agree to work with each other. If not, everything we're doing here is useless.”He was right. But glancing at Roman Adams who sat about a few feet away from me, I wasn't entirely sure I wanted to start working with him. This was the same man who had made life difficult for my men and the entire Giovanni family as a whole. He had taken over the streets of Cleveland, and now, he still wanted the smallest piece of territory that I was trying to bag. It was pure greed and nothing else. However, I knew that being close to Roman Adams meant that I could easily know how to attack him. He might have escaped the video footage incident, but there was still a chance to bring him down. “I'm totally in with you, Clinton. As it stan

ROMAN'S POV:The Giovanni household was everything it was always rumoured to be. It had high walls and several men at strategic locations. The Giovanni family had always been known for their defensive prowess. It was showing, even in a house and territory that belonged to them. Since I had become the head of the Adams family, I had avoided the Giovanni household because of the intense hatred the two families had for each other. I had never trusted myself coming within a foot of the estate and not shooting someone dead. And even now, I touched the Glock in the waistband of my trousers lightly, knowing that as soon as I noticed the slightest of movements, I was going to draw my weapon and shoot. I watched Adrian pour the champagne that had been brought by the kitchen attendants into the glasses in front of me. Paul stared at the champagne suspiciously, and I smiled, understanding his fear. “Before we start eating, gentlemen, I believe we need to make a toast.”He raised his flute,

NYSSA'S POV:In all my years of working for Roman Adams, I had never seen him so distraught. His face, white and devoid of colour, did nothing to hide the shock and anger he felt on seeing me and hearing that I now worked for Adrian Giovanni. At the same time, being so close to him reminded me that even after leaving him after a few months, I was yet to come across another man who appealed to me sexually as he did. Staring at the firm line of his jaw, I remembered the nights we had spent in New York, nights I would never forget. Memories that would live with me till the end of time. “Sit down, Roman. You've heard the lady. She made her choice. I think we can continue the meeting now. And put the guns away, will you? Tell your men to take their guns away, I can't eat with a gun staring at me in the face…”I glanced at Roman, who had barely moved from where he had been standing. “Do you know how long I've been searching for you, Nyssa? I paid detectives, we stayed in New York for