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The possession. “Seventy billion dollars.” The auctioneer repeated, his voice slightly unsteady now. “Does anyone want to offer a higher price?” No one spoke. The men who had been laughing and whispering hungrily at Lilith suddenly looked alert. Lilith didn't understand why the change had happened so suddenly. Until someone sitting close to the stage began whispering, and Lilith could hear him clearly. “That's Lucas Estevan Luigi, he's the mafia lord who just returned to this city.”

He says between his teeth. Common sense, he is a mafia boss! “And now you are in a heap of crap. Why can’t you just return the trucks?” I ask him. “That’s the thing.” He looks like he is about to cry. “That’s the thing, Jen. I already sold everything on the black market.” He says and I nod slowly. Well, he is truly a dead man. Unless I can help. “Please help me, I keep looking over my shoulders. Cars follow me everywhere I go, I feel like I am being watched.” He says.

He knew he had lost this battle. "How dare you, Delia?" He gritted through clenched teeth. "Oh honey, I'm just getting started with you. I'm going to sell her off to the worst mafia boss that has ever lived, and I'm going to film her being used by him, then send it to you."

“Everyone? Some of the girls aren't ready yet.” “For fucksakes, take the fucking virgins, meaning the little girls. I have a buyer that is willing to give me a shitload of money for them. Now do as I fucking say before I put a bullet through your skull. The Japanese mafia will be here tonight. Make sure everything is ready. I will sell King’s empire to them after we take down his family. Have you gotten any work on Lev and Ivan yet? Those two fuckers better not be messing around.”

He replied to her, standing from his seat to lean on his table. “How can a living subject be sold off without her own consent?” She inserted air quotes around the sold off. For a moment, Marie forgot she was standing in front of someone affiliated to the greatest and most dangerous Mafia group in the country. But, what did she have to lose? She was already brought here against her own will, and it doesn’t seem like anyone is going to answer the question as to why she’s here.

the fucker pleaded. But this wasn’t about the money. “I already gave you three weeks’ time and that’s the most anyone should expect from me” I growled, my hands itching to beat the hell out of the pathetic excuse of a man. If not for his international connections with the mafia, he would have definitely had his brain blown out by now. “J..Just give me one week then. I’ll supply everything, including additional ammunitions with latest technology” he said in a quivering tone.

But I knew I could not trust these men, not when they had already demonstrated their ruthlessness. All I wanted was to return to my father, to reunite with my bestie, and pursue the singing career I had so long dreamed of. These mafia bosses were a cancer I had to remove from my life. Vincenzo turned to Deangelo, who was still focused on his phone. "How much should I give you for the beautiful senorita?" he inquired, his whole face spread into a smile. "She'd be good business for my biggest strip club, how about 30 million pesos?"

I yelled and fired over ten staff from the club today for the tiniest mistake they made. Rave noticed it and asked to go out. He said it would help calm me as if I told him I wanted to be calm. "I already owned a club; where else do you want me to go?"I asked him. "There is an auction being held today. It would be good to go and spend some cash; who knows the valuable item that may attract you?" He said. Auctions for Mafia lords weren't like regular auctions where goods were sold. The items Rave referred to girls who were sold off as slaves or sex workers to the mafia lords.

I let our a wry smirk at Adriano choice of words when relating to the mafia. For some reason, he doesn't like to use the term mafia or syndicate. He prefers calling it an organization like is some sort of charity organization. But the truth is, that is what we are. That is what we've trained ourselves to become from generation after generation. I can't deny what I am. I've killed so many people in my life, I can't lie to myself to conceal the murderous beast in me. "Missing goods isn't something new. Your father always dealt with this. Some people can never just be trustworthy" Adriano sighed.

I ignored it. I checked my wristwatch and realized I’d stayed too long, lingering in thoughts I had no business entertaining. Stepping out of the car, I tossed the cigarette aside and slid my hands into my pockets, walking straight toward the club. Music slammed into me the moment I entered loud, I made my way into the VIP section. Vicente Montoya sat at the center, relaxed, surrounded by indulgence like a man who owned the room . The leader of the Spanish mafia. He approached me with an offer. He was also the reason I’d agreed to the honeymoon charade.