Frustration

Lucien

He stepped forward, fists clenched, to prevent himself from grabbing her throat and squeezing the life out of her.

‘Where is Rudenko’s hideout in the desert?’

Bruised and bleeding, broken in spirit, Catalina gave them the address, she knew, of the location of the house where the auction of unfortunate women, children and sometimes, men, was conducted every three months. This one, she said, holding a cold compress to her bleeding mouth, this auction was a special one because of Proserpina.

The wife of a dreaded Mafia Don, kidnapped and sold called at a special, secretive sale. Only a few elite buyers had been informed.

Just those who hated Lucien Delano and wanted to wreak vengeance by torturing his wife.

Only a handful had been physically present. Many others had logged onto the site and watched the proceedings online before putting in their bidding.

She shot Lucien a malevolent look and said,

‘ And I have heard that she has been sold already. An anonymous buyer with very de