Prisoner To The Mafia King
I gulped, trying to control the pounding of my heart.
“The opening bid starts at five hundred and five million dollars.”
The room became noisy.
“Six hundred million...”
I didn't know how long the bidding was going on, but I zoned out.
The numbers continued to increase, higher and higher. Each voice twisted my stomach tighter.
I could not force myself to look at the men who were bidding.
I already lost my mafia princess status; I was no longer Lucia Romano, one of the most dangerous mafia families in Italy.
I was just a prize, a slut, a possession, and another woman in a cage.