Meeting the Bipolar Don

/Penelope's POV/

“50 million dollars.” A cold voice proposed making me whip my head in the direction where the voice came from.

The hall went silent when they heard the offer and all of a sudden, chatter and whispers broke out in the hall about someone buying a pet for 50 million dollars.

“Sold.” The auctioneer sealed my fate with just one word, I looked over to the place where the voice came from again, this time, his face came to light and I was mesmerized by what I saw, a striking male figure with medium-tanned skin that perfectly complements his 6'3" athletic muscular build.

His captivating grey eyes shimmer with depth and intrigue. His thin lips, when they curve into a smirk, reveal a hint of wickedness and ruthlessness. His mahogany hair, styled with effortless coolness, adds a touch of ruggedness to his overall appearance. As I looked at his body closely, I noticed intricate tattoos adorning his skin, each one telling a unique story. This man exudes confidence and mystery, leaving a lasting impression wherever he goes.

“Surprisingly, he is here this year. He's known for being absent so I wonder how he would spend so much on her.” The closest lady to me whispered down the podium.

“Oh shit, He's Hunter Niklaus.” The man whispered making the people in the front row's blood run cold, even the auctioneer stiffened when he heard the name making me think about who he was and how he had so much power.

“Who is Hunter Niklaus?” another voice asked the man who discovered his identity.

“He's your worst nightmare, don't call his name if you don't want him to hunt you. He's the most ruthless-blooded killer you will ever meet. He's the Don of the Demon mafia. ” He whispered and for the tenth time today, I froze.

“Sold to Hunter Niklaus.” The auctioneer’s voice brought me back to my present situation.

Another set of muscular bouncers lifted me carelessly while forcing me up like some scapegoat, I was about to complain about them being gentle but the Don beat me to it.

“If you don't keep your filthy hands over her body, I'll detach them from your bodies.” His cold voice threatened while effortlessly wreaking havoc and fear in the people around him making everyone shut up and silence in the hall, you could hear a pin drop from how silent it was.

I was quickly dropped by both of them making the Auctioneer help me up, before I could realize it, I heard a groan that sounded painful by my side, so I looked up at him, what I didn't expect was the red liquid flowing from where he clutched his arm.

“When I said keep your hands off her, I didn't exclude you, and I don't repeat myself the second time.” The don said while pointing a gun his face hardened while his grey eyes soured as they narrowed down into sharp thin daggers directed at the Auctioneer making me realise that he had just shot him for helping me up.

“Baby doll, are you alright?” He looked at me with his steely grey eyes as his face softened and the anger lingering in his silver orbs dispersed making me shiver at how fast his face switched.

He walked to the podium majestically and gracefully with his head held high and ignored the Auctioneer who was being attended to by his bodyguards.

“You should know how possessive demons are with their properties, you should know better than to lay your filthy hands on my property.” He snarled at the Auctioneer and I could swear on my life that the guy peed on his body, even the burly bodyguards shivered.

He stood me up while helping me up to my feet, I thought that was all he was going to do till he swept me off my feet and carried my bridal style making my cheeks look as if it was smeared with red ink so I hid my face by placing my head on his chest so I could avoid the looks the mafia lords’ wives were giving which could send me six feet under the ground.

We got outside and inhaled the fresh cool breeze, I tried wiggling myself out of the Demon’s hands but all I got was a growl and I dared not to look at his face.

“Try doing that again and see if I will hesitate to drop you on the ground.” His cold voice which I was starting to get used to warned making me stay still, I couldn't tell if it was from the cool

breeze or from his voice that made me shiver but I made sure I stood still while he placed me in the car entering after I did.

“Is it just me or this Don is bipolar? A few minutes ago, he was calling me baby girl and shooting someone just for touching me. Now

He is threatening to drop me on the ground.” I asked myself internally but decided not to think too much about it, since I felt like everything he did there was just a pretense. To show that he is better off than the rest of the mafia Lords present at the auction party.

“The mansion.” He commanded, I whipped my head to the front trying to look for who he was talking to, but I was answered when the SUV roared to life, I looked back and noticed three more other SUVs flanking the side of the car we were in.

“Thomas, if you mess with my shipment, you will be delivered to your family in a body bag. You know I don't make empty threats.” He spoke to the person on the other side of the phone making me whimper and scurry away further from him but there's limited space in the car.

“What do you expect from a mafia lord? The Don of the Demons at that?” I asked myself.

“We are here Don.” The driver informed making my breath hitch at what he had in mind to do, I tried not to think about how my life was going to end there but channelled my thinking to when my father would come and get me, according to his promise.

Immediately he said that, I looked forward and saw a grand mansion surrounded by garden and trees, it took us a while before getting to the mansion that has its exterior adorned with intricate stonework giving it an air of elegance and power, probably because they are in the mafia and they need to buy more time for them to be notified before the enemies could infiltrate.

“Will you come down or do you want to remain in the car? Or you are expecting me to carry you the same way I did?” His voice interrupted me.

“Sorry, you didn't ask me to come down,” I muttered with a tiny voice that I never knew existed.

“When you’re done gawking, meet me in the mansion, we have some rules to discuss.” His cold voice interrupted my sightseeing session making me hurry up to catch up with him, hoping I had not offended him.

As we stepped onto the balcony, I felt like I was experiencing another world in general because of the guards situated at the entrance, I've never seen so many weapons like that in my whole life, the moment you set your eyes on them, you will know better than to infiltrate the house, The Don shoved his face in a camera, after scanning, the door opened with a click.

“Wow.” I marvelled at the interior of the house, Grand expensive chandeliers that I'd never seen before hung up the ceiling, the interior was all black and white and bare without any cosy and Homey feeling attached to it.

I whipped my head in his direction to see that he was already looking at me with his steely grey eyes that narrowed into slits of arrows.

“Are you a virgin?” His voice filtered into my ears making my spine stiffen.

“Should I lie to him? What if I tell him the truth and he takes it to his advantage by sleeping with me now? I’m not ready.” I raged an internal battle trying to think what I could do about it.

“What’s the point of doing that, when you know that whether you like it or not, you will still be slept with forcefully.” My subconscious replied me.

“Is it me or do I notice that you have hearing problems?” He pointed out stylishly asking if I didn’t need a hearing aid.

“Yes, I am,” I whispered afraid of what would come next.

“You are a what? ” he repeated while folding his muscular arms making me notice how bulgy his muscles were inside the black shirt he was putting on.

“Yes, I am a virgin.” I elaborated making him suck a breath in.

“Hmm, I hope you’re not deceiving me. If I find out that you are lying to me, I won’t hesitate to blow up your brains with my little monster.” He warned while bringing out his gun, I looked closely at it and noticed his name engraved on the gun,

“Nice to meet you, I’m Hunter Alaric Nicklaus, The don of the Demon Mafia, I suppose you are gentle right? I don't mind putting you in your place with my gun.” He introduced himself while stretching his hands to me for a handshake.

“Now, sit. There are some rules you need to follow. My mansion, my rules, is that clear little bride?” He questioned.