Prologue

This is a work of fiction; names, characters, businesses, places, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to the actual person, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

 

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THIS STORY WILL CONTAINS MATURE WORDS AND A SCENE, SO READ IT AT YOUR OWN RISK.

 

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PROLOGUE

 

"AH! Damn it, Luigi. Please h-harder... Ugh!"

 

I continue recession myself to hers. She likes it deeper, so I did what she wanted, because later, I'll do what I want.

 

She continued calling out my name and moaning until we both came.

 

"Ah! That was fantastic!" she exclaimed. She really looks satisfied.

 

I gave her a slight smile before pulling up my pants. As I stood up, I walked towards my cabinet. She sat on my bed, smoking, with the comforter draped over her body.

 

I didn't know her well; we just had a casual encounter. She was a willing participant; I didn't force her into anything, and it seemed like she enjoyed it. I'd seen her at the club a couple of times before, but tonight was our first intimate encounter.

 

"What are you doing there?" she asked.

 

I retrieved my gun before approaching her with a smile. She put out the cigarette in the ashtray on the side table and then kissed my neck.

 

Unaware of the gun in my hand, she continued her actions.

 

I halted her advances, touching her left cheek gently before raising the gun and aiming at her temple.

 

A smile crossed my face as panic filled her eyes. I choked her and tightened my grip, so she couldn't move.

 

"Do you like me?" I asked. She quickly nodded, afraid I might shoot her. "Well, I don't like you," I said before pulling the trigger.

 

BANG!

 

Another woman had died in my room.

 

I blew on the gun before tossing it onto the floor. Then, I called my secretary to clean up the mess I had made.

 

I took a quick shower before living in the mansion. Someone informed me about an underground auction I needed to attend; they suggested I might find someone intriguing there.

 

I drove my Maserati, arriving at my destination in under two hours. As I walked down the hallway, everyone greeted me. I simply smiled in response and looked for a suitable seat. The one where I could have a great view.

 

"Hi, Mr. D'Amato!"

 

A woman dressed in a fitted purple gown with a slit on her right leg approached me.

 

Oh, come on! I've just finished, and I don't want to add to the list of women I've collected. However, I can't deny that her brown skin complements her appearance.

 

I offered her a smile before shifting my attention elsewhere. She may look appealing, but I'm not interested.

 

Minutes passed before the bidding began. Initially, the items on auction were all old and mundane, but soon the focus shifted to three women.

 

They appeared on stage naked, their faces covered by sacks. They couldn't stand up, giving the impression that they were under the influence of drugs. To the right stood a woman with curly brown hair, a healthy chest, and light brown skin. In the center is a woman with straight black hair, fair skin, a smaller chest, and a slender body. The final woman has short hair, a generous chest, and exudes undeniable allure, possessing an allure that seemed to have it all.

 

The bidding began on the left. I'm not intrigued, so I refrained from placing a bid. I simply relaxed and observed as all the older men drooled over the bodies of the three ladies.

 

Once someone secured the first one, the attention shifted to the girl in the middle. The sack was taken off her head, revealing her withered face to us. She appeared pale, as if her eyes yearned to open but were unable to. She was quite pretty; I couldn't deny it.

 

"Let's begin with $5 million!" the emcee shouted.

 

"Too low," I whispered to myself.

 

"$5.5 million!" someone.

 

"Going once, going twice?!"

 

Someone raised his finger, meaning he doubled the amount. "Number 46, $6.5 million, going twice, going thrice?" 

 

"$6.8 Million!"

 

"$7 Million!"

 

The bidding keeps going up! I take a sip from my wine glass before raising my hand.

 

"$7.5 million," I said with a calm voice.

 

"$7.8 million!"

 

They seem determined, don't they? I want to have that girl! Just hand her over to me.

 

I raised my hand once more. "$20 million." 

 

Everyone hissed.

 

"$20 million! Going once, going twice?" the emcee confirmed. No one opened their mouth, so I won.

 

"You can get the lady in the room, Mr. D'Amato," the emcee announced.

 

I simply nodded. He handed the girl to a staff member, and I trailed behind them. They dressed the unconscious woman in the room while I watched.

 

While looking at the unconscious woman, I furrowed my brow. She looked familiar, like someone I'd met before, but I couldn't place where.

 

They began combing her hair. I sighed and studied her face again. I was sure I'd seen her somewhere, but where?

 

I closed my eyes, trying hard to remember. Then...

 

*Flashback*

 

"Damn," I muttered while gripping my side. I took a deep breath, trying to slow the flow of blood from my wound.

 

I walked in the darkness, unsure of my whereabouts. I had just planned to buy something from the pharmacy and return to my car when someone suddenly stabbed my side. Now, I'm lost.

 

The heavy rain added to my problems. I'm growing weaker. Damn, it seemed like this might be the end for me.

 

Due to my severe weakness, I was on the verge of collapsing. Before that could happen, I sought shelter. I made my way to the front of a closed convenience store, taking refuge under its expansive roof.

 

I settled on the chilly cement, taking a deep breath while still clutching my side.

 

I didn't know how long I had been sitting there. My eyes were getting heavy, and it seemed I couldn't last much longer. Unfortunately, I didn't see the face of the man who stabbed me because he wore a mask. If only I had seen his face, I would have haunted him.

 

[The Next Morning]

 

I groaned as I felt a sharp pain in my side. Slowly, I opened my eyes. At first, my vision was blurry, but soon everything became clear.

 

The ceiling was made of wood. The room was small, and I was lying next to the window. The cabinet, also made of wood, looked old and worn out.

 

I furrowed my brow, realizing I wasn't at home. I tried to sit up but had to lie back down again due to the pain in my side.

 

"Fuck," I groaned.

 

"Looks like you're awake," a woman said, entering the room carrying a small bucket and a washcloth. She approached me with a smile.

 

"Who are you?" I asked, furrowing my brow as I scanned her body and face.

 

She was slender, with straight black hair, fair skin, and a small yet undeniably pretty face. However, her body shape wasn't my type. Too skinny for me.

 

"Oh, sorry, I haven't introduced myself yet. I'm Peony," she said, offering her hand to me.

 

I paused, just looking at her outstretched hand. When she realized I had no intention of shaking her hand, she withdrew it.

 

She grabbed a chair, settling down beside the bed. "Do you remember what happened last night?" she inquired.

 

"Huh?" I furrowed my brow even more.

 

Did I have sex with her? Wait a minute! I think I'm catching on. I was stabbed last night, and then I died. Is this what heaven looks like?

 

"Where am I?" I asked, scanning the room with wide eyes.

 

"You're at my place. Sorry for the mess and the cramped space. I didn't tidy up before heading home and then spotted you at Aunt Cherry's shop," she explained.

 

Turning to her, I inquired, "Did you patch me up?"

 

"Well, I'm no nurse, but I know a bit about treating injuries. Luckily, your wound wasn't too serious, so I figured there was no need to take you to the hospital," she said.

 

"Thanks," I said, showing my appreciation.

 

She smiled, looking a bit embarrassed. "You're welcome, sir. Uhm, we should clean your wound again. Is that alright?"

 

"Uh, yeah." I quickly removed the t-shirt, unsure of its owner. It fit me just right, making it unlikely to be hers given her petite size.

 

After some minutes, she finished cleaning my wound and rewrapped it with gauze.

 

"For your safety, you should still go to the hospital," she advised.

 

I nodded in response. I stayed there for a few minutes before deciding to take my leave. Initially, she seemed reluctant, fearing I might not be ready to go, but I insisted on departing. Wasn't she scared of me? She didn't know who I was, yet she welcomed me into her home.

 

As I reached the door, I turned back to her. "What's your name again?"

 

"Peony, sir. Peony Sinclair," she responded.

 

I smiled warmly. "Thank you for your help, Peony. I won't forget this, and I promise to repay you someday. I'm Mattia Luigi D'Amato," I introduced myself, extending my hand for a shake.

 

Returning the smile, she reached out and clasped my hand. "Take care, sir."

 

"Thank you, and I apologize for my rudeness earlier. I'll be on my way now," I remarked, letting go of her soft hand.

 

She gave a nod, staying by the door as I began to walk away.

 

*End of Flashback*

 

I returned to that house after a week, but she had already moved out, leaving me uncertain about where to find her.

 

Who would have thought I would find her here?

 

After they helped her dress, I brought her to the car and drove back to the mansion.

 

Now that I've found her, I won't let her slip away again.