Sold: Dark Mafia Romance

So I resist the need to lash out and yell, to thrash and fight them off, knowing it could get me killed. Instead, I press my lips shut and stare at them in silence. That will be my defiance, my pride. I won’t give them what they want. I won’t cower, and I won’t cry. I will stare at all of them to let them know what they’re doing is wrong.

For the briefest of moments, I feel strong.

That’s when I spot him.

Marcello.

He’s right there, in the front of the room, sitting in one of the chairs with a glass of whiskey in his hand. There’s a sparkle in his eyes as he stares right back at me with that same twisted desire he had in the club. And at that moment, the world feels like it suddenly shifts on its axis.

Because he’s probably going to do everything he can to make me his.

Marcello

With my eyes locked on her, I watch as she lifts her chin in defiance, the fierce fight I remember from the club making her green eyes shimmer like emeralds.

Her eyes land on me, and surprise and recognition flash over her face.

Good, she remembers me.

The corner of my mouth lifts when I see horror and rebelliousness war in her eyes.

My kitten has the spirit of a tiger.

The thought makes my cock grow achingly hard.

Flashes of her spread over my bed, her thighs quivering as I drive my cock into her tight pussy fills my mind, making my desire for her spiral out of control.

I have to own her.

Claim her.

Make her mine until only my name spills from her lips.

“See something you like?” Igor asks suddenly, drawing my attention away from my girl as fuckers begin to bid on her like they even stand a chance.

“As a matter of fact, I do,” I mutter as I turn my eyes back to my prize. She’s staring at the other men with absolute horror, and I hate the expression on her face. I will be the only one she fears.

I left my paddle at the other table, and without bothering to ask permission, I grab Igor’s paddle. “Two hundred,” I call out while leaning casually back in the chair.

“Two ten,” a fucker calls out to my right.

“Two fifty,” Stefan joins in.

Over my dead fucking body.

Lifting the paddle, I say, “Three hundred.”

Igor lets out an amused chuckle, then murmurs, “You have excellent taste, my friend.”

“Three fifty,” Stefan calls.

He’s trying to one-up me, that fucker.

Two seconds pass without any other bids, and it seems it’s between Stefan and myself now.

“Four hundred,” I counter his bid as our eyes lock.

Stefan gives me a smirk. “Four fifty.”

Fuck him and his goddamn smirk. He should be happy I don’t carve him a new smile right here, right now.

My lip curves up into a vicious smile. “Five hundred.”

Time slows down to a crawl as I wait for Stefan to make his next move. Everyone’s attention is on us, the air tense. I turn my gaze back to the stage. My kitten’s eyes are locked on me, and I can almost feel the hope shining from her eyes.

“Five fifty,” Stefan balks, and I throw him a damning look.

The girl on the stage is begging me with her eyes. She might not admit it out loud, but she wants me to win and buy her. To take her away from these nightmarish men.

So I fucking will.

Soon, she’ll belong to me, and I’ll do with her as I please. I’ll take her home and make her my pet. I’ll engrave every inch of her body into my mind. I’ll get to taste her pussy and feast on her breasts.

Most importantly, I’ll make her ache for my cock until she begs me to take her.

I don’t even look at anyone else but her as I speak the words, “One million.”

The room fills with audible gasps as though I said something forbidden. Unthinkable.

And I did.

All the money I was saving for those fucking guns will be spent on a simple girl. At least, that’s what these men around me would say.

But to me, she is no ordinary girl. And I will gladly pay the price for this jewel.

“Mr. Lizak? Your bid?” the man on the stage asks.

Stefan grins at me, then he says, “I’ll let Mr. Dellucci have this one.”

As if he ever stood a chance.

A suited man with an earpiece comes up to me. “Mr. Dellucci, your acquisition will be delivered to a bunk room for inspection at your leisure. Would you like me to take you there now?”

“Yes,” I murmur as I stand. Adjusting my suit’s jacket, I follow the man out of the room. Excitement stirs in my veins. It’s been a long time since there was anything to be excited about. Way too fucking long.

“Thank you for the business,” Igor calls as I walk away. I don’t look back or bother shooting him a reply