Part 02:

His Pov:

I sigh as the car parks in front of the venue. I usually hate this type of event, and I never attended them in the past. But this time, it needs to be done, and I need to attend the event. If it wasn't serious father wouldn't have send me here. 

Being the son of the leader of the Italian Mafia has given me a lot of things along with the responsibilities. Therefore, even if I personally hate it I didn't argue with father on the topic as I also know, we need to seal the deal with the Russians.

Ethan Volcov, is a higher up in the Russian Mafia who reportedly is going to attend the event.

My work is to attract his attention and have an introduction with him for a better chance of sealing the deal. I take a deep breath as I come out of the car and walk into the so-called venue.

This is another stupid event of selling prostitutes to the elites of the society. To be precise to the scums of the society. But it can't be denied that this is the event you can find most of the influential people of the society in.

As I enter, I try to attract the least attention possible, but somehow I always draw some attention. Being the Prince of the Italian Mafia it's oblige to attract attention.

As I walk in, whoever gets in my way bows to me as I walk and sit at a seat in the behind. The Russian is sitting in the front row and seemingly enjoying the event way too much.

Every time a girl comes on stage, those old hags bid on the girls. Whoever bids the highest gets the girl. All of the girls are blindfolded. And it seems like theirage range will round up to 18 years to 22 years.

But I just follow the Russian. Every move he makes with whoever he talk, I take note of it. But he still didn't bid on any of the girls, and it's almost the end of the event.

Everyone attending the event has a separate bank account just for this transaction. They have the money they can bid tonight in there, and they bid according to that. I also made the same sort of an account. It seems like Ethan is still saving his bidding money for later.

I wait patiently for him to make any move. And it seems like the chance finally arrived. Another girl arrives on stage, and he moves in his seat as he leans over and checks the girl out.

He's practically drooling over the girl. The opening price for the girl is 5 million dollars. And he, for the first time in the whole event bids on the girl.

I take a look at the stage... The girl looks small petite with long brown hair. She seems to be older than the other girls who were on sale before.

She's also blindfolded and is wearing a short black bodycon dress. A girl is holding her from behind as she looks heavily drugged. To the point her pink lips are slightly parted, and her pale skin is redden. As another man bids on her my attention shifts from her to the bidders.

They bid one after one, but all stop as  Ethan Volcov names the last price 30 million dollars for the girl. And that's the highest he can go. I knew his highest from the very beginning as I asked my right hand man Noah to look for what amount is actually in his account.

A smirk forms on my face as I raise a hand.

" 50 Million Dollars."

The whole room's attention shifts to me as well as the Russian's. Even the announcer.. It looks like he can't believe.

" 50 million one... 50 million two ... 50 million three.." the announcer takes a deep breath.

"Sold."

The Russian from the front row curses and makes a face of disappointment. I went towards the bar anticipating him coming to me as I pour myself a drink.

" You hit the big jackpot young man." I look back at him . "I am Ethan Volcov. And you are Mr?"

He extends his hand towards me. I take a sip of my drink as I give my hand for a shake too.

"Leonardo Luciano."

He gasps." So you are the Leonardo Luciano. Sorry I couldn't recognise you as you know there is not much info about you on the social network. " I retrieve my hand as I try to give him a smile.

"Well I must say you are quite different

from what I thought." I raise a brow.

" Different?"

"Yeah you're still a handsome young man but already got so much success to your name."

I give him a curt nod.

"I appreciate that. "I replied. 

"How about meeting up on the next Friday? I would like to know about you more."

A smirk forms on my face as I agree to have a meet-up with him on Friday. This is going just as planned. It won't take much to seal the deal, it seems. We talk for a little more while after that, he leaves, and I also get up to leave.

A middle-aged lady comes almost running towards me.

" Sir, she's ready at your service. "

I furrow my brows. Who? And then I remember. I bought that girl in order to bring his attention towards me and make him interested. I almost forgot that I bought her in exchange of 50 mere millions which now should already be transferred to them.

Shaking my head, I say, "You can keep her."

And as I am about to walk past her she comes by me and begs me to take the girl as they can't keep a sold girl with them as per their rules, and they can't return the money as well. I definitely don't want to take her with me, but I  don't want to associate with the environment or this topic anymore.

So I told them to keep her in my car anyway, so that I can get out of here faster.

As I get in my car I see the girl still blindfolded and also her hands tied on her back. Her head is resting on the window so I can't see her face properly. I sit back as I look out of the window. Seems like it's gonna be a long journey.

As we finally reach to the parking lot of the building I got out of my car and  got her out too. Her whole body leaning on me for support as I wrap my hand on her waist to keep her balance and almost drag her to the elevator as currently she's not in her sense.

My driver asked to help but I denied right after. Taking her I brought her to the 18th floor to my apartment. This is the apartment I usually be in whenever I am staying in the city.

I drag her to my apartment and I throw her on the sofa and go to the kitchen for a knife. I come back and I turn her over to reach the tape that's tieing her hands and I cut it off. Then I turn her over on the sofa and I take off her black blindfold for her.

And .. And for some reason for the first time in mylife my heart skips a beat upon seeing someone.

She's really beautiful. Pale skin rosy but stained cheeks pink pouty lips long eyelashes. But it's always the pretty ones with the ugliest hearts. Just like her. She indeed has a pretty face but just for money she even sold her body. 

These type of women can do anything for a mere few dollars. I move from her in disgust and go to my room for a shower. After I take a shower and come out, she's still sleeping or maybe fainted I am not sure.

Having my dinner, I can see her sleeping on the sofa from the table. She's sleeping, but it's not the peaceful sleep. Her breathing is irregular. She flinches in her sleep multiple times within a short span of time, and she sweats in her sleep .

It's quite late and it's quite cold outside so I carry her bridal style to take to the spare room of my apartment. She's so small , so light, almost breakable in my arms.

She mumbles something in her sleep and wraps a hand around my neck in her sleep. I lay her down on the bed there and go back to my room and go back to work on my laptop as nowadays the workload is quite heavy. 

It's almost midnight when I hear a sound from the other bedroom. Something fell down on the ground. I keep my laptop aside as I walk to the other room and find a vase broken on the floor and the girl kneeling down, giving her back to me.

I walk to her and stand behind her. Sensing me suddenly, she stands and turns around with the broken glass of the vase on her hand and tries to attack me with it.

I hold her hand right at the moment, and her ice blue eyes fell on my hazal ones. She tries to push me with her other hand, but I hold that one too and throw the glass from her hand on the ground as I slam her against the wall of the room pinning her hand above her head.

" What the fuck are you doing huh?" I asked her with a calm I don't feel.

She doesn't answer my question, though. I look at her and she has those very deep eyes.

" What's your name?"

" Maryline " She answers. Her voice low beautiful and a little broken just like her. 

I raise my brow at it. She has a badge on her dress where it says Maryline that makes it her stage name. As I know these type of organisations don't use real names of the girls. 

" What's your real name?"

Her eyes shoots up to me as if she didn't expect that question from me.

" Rosalina. Rosalina Roseburg."

She says in a low voice. "Rosalina.. " I take her name in a slow way.