Chapter 3

TRIGGER WARNING : RATED 18+ SCENES.

Adiranna’s pov

Reality hit me like a ton of bricks.

My room door was locked, and my phone was nowhere to be found.

“Wait a second. Uncle Luca! Uncle Luca!” I screamed, pounding on the door.

There was no response. 

Wait a minute! No! No! This couldn't be happening!

“Uncle Luca, please!” I screamed, still slamming my fist on the door.

Suddenly, the door creaked open, revealing a menacing figure.

He towered over me, a charming smile playing on his lips, highlighting his sharp jawline and chiseled features. His eyes trailed forward and his gray eyes bore into hers. I found his stare intense and had to avert her gaze, reeling back a step or two. 

Who was this stranger?

I looked at Uncle Luca. “Uncle Luca, who is this?”

Uncle Luca stood beside him, a smug smile tugging on his face. “You really wanna know?” 

“Meet Don Anthonio,” Uncle Luca said. “Your new…employer.” 

My mind reeled. “I don't understand. Uncle, what's going on?”

The stranger with thick, dark hair, loosened the checkered tie that lay dormant on his crisp white shirt and rolled sleeves of his tailored shirt exposed an arm full of dark tattoos.

“Wh - what do you mean?” I stammered, looking between them.

“It means you're coming with me, Adrianna dear.” Anthonio did it, dug his hand into his pocket and whipped out a cigarette. With a flick of his wrist, he lit the cigar. 

“No. That's not possible.” The hint of cigar smoke lingered in the air and I plugged my nose with my fingers.

“Yes, you are!” Uncle Luca growled, grabbing my arm.

The realization dawned on me. Oh God!

“No…you can't sell me! Uncle,please. I'm your niece!” I screamed with all my light. Waiting for one neighbor to hear my cry and come crashing through the door. But no one came.

Uncle Luca struggled to get a hold of me. “You're not family, you wench! You're a burden!” 

Now, Anthonio stepped forward.

“Don't make this harder than it needs to be,” he sneered as he drew in a long drag, smiling as the smoke curled around his face. 

My blood ran cold. I'd recognize that tattoo on his arm - Bloody Roi. That tattoo only belonged to the Devil of the Mafia Underworld. Oh God no!

“Come here, Adrianna!” he extended his arm to me.

There was no way in hell I would ever accept that bloody hand of his. 

I shoved Uncle Luca's hand away and tried to run, but Anthonio's massive fist connected with my jaw and I slumped to the tiled floor. 

Before everything went black, Anthonio knelt over my immobile form. 

The cigarette dangled from his lips leaving a thin stream of smoke up to the ceiling. “You should've listened to your uncle, dear Adrianna.” 

I felt warm hands on my cheek but before I could open my mouth to speak, the wind took me away. 

“You're mine now.” his voice echoed in my head when I came to. 

I looked around me. I was in a dimly lit place. The spacious room would've been dark if not for the single light bulb dangling from the ceiling.

“Hello?” I called out.

A female hiss cut me off mid-sentence. “You better shut your mouth if you want to live.”

A shiver traveled down my spine. “W - Where are we?”

“In hell!” The hiss came again. 

Tears streamed down my face. 

How could Uncle Luca do this to me?

I thought I'd escaped but now, I was trapped. 

The cold stone floor beneath me sent shivers through my body. 

I tried to stand but my legs wobbled like jelly. The air smelled of dampness and fear. I knew I wasn't alone. Other girls sat around me, eyes hollowed with dread.

“We've been sold,” one of them whispered to me. Her face was bruised, her lip split, but her voice was wickedly calm, like someone who had given up a long time ago.

Before I could ask her anything, heavy footsteps echoed down the hallway. 

The door swung open, and a short man in a suit appeared.

“Move,” he barked at us.

The rest of the room stumbled to their feet, running outside. I followed soothe, not knowing where we were going.  

There was a big, black van right ahead. Of course, there's always a big, black van.

“Get in!” The short man threw us into the back of the van like we were cattle. 

He hurled something into the van before locking the door. It only took a few seconds before I felt my eyelids grow heavy again.

When I awoke again, I was in a large room, the kind of place where people buy expensive paintings. But there were no paintings here —- just girls. All of us.

A spotlight flickered on, illuminating the room as men in tailored suits filed in. Their eyes raked over us like we were objects, not people. My heart hammered as I knelt there, helpless, humiliated in the thin clothes that barely covered my body.

My head jerked up when I heard it — a bit. 

This was an auction house! 

“We’re beginning the bid for this sugar here,” The short man from before said as he grabbed my face, forcing me to look at the faces of those disgusting old men. 

“She's got a pretty face, nice body, very very - -” he had barely completed his sentence before someone cut him off mid sentence.

“$500,000!” the deep voice cut through the air, plunging the room into an eerie silence. 

What the hell?

My breath got in my throat as I scanned the room for the owner of the voice. Then I found him standing across the room. I knew that face. He was the man who was with Uncle Luca. 

His presence was impossible to ignore. He was strikingly handsome, tall, and sharp as a blade. His gray eyes met mine with a hunger that made me shiver.

“$500,000 for the damsel. Going…Going…” When there was no response from the crowd, he announced in a loud voice. “Sold to Don Anthonio Deangelo!”

Anthonio Deangelo. 

Just what on earth do you want with me? 

Anthonio's pov. 

I stood at the auction house, surveying the merchandise. Young women, forced into submission, knelt before me. My eyes scanned the room, searching for the perfect addition to my collection. Where was she? 

I waited for a moment before I saw her — Adrianna. Fiery spirit, striking features, and the same spark in her eyes I couldn't resist. 

The bidding began, but I couldn't wait for others to drive up the price. I had to make her mine. 

“$500,000.” I smiled, raising my paddle. 

“Sold!”

My men escorted Adrianna to me, her eyes wide with fear. 

“Welcome, dear Adrianna,” I whispered, taking her hand. They were cold.

Adrianna trembled, trying to pull away.

“Don't struggle,” I warned. “You belong to me now.” 

I grabbed the back of her hair lightly and leaned my face in the book of her name. “You'll obey me, Adrianna, your body is mine to command.”

“I'll never obey,” She spat. Her defiance ignited a fire within me and I wanted her even more. 

I pulled back to look at her. “We'll see about that.” 

I decided to test her limits.

“Please, stop,” she begged.

“I haven't even started anything and you're begging. How delightful.” I smiled, unfazed. 

“Please,” Her eyes met mine. They were tears pooling at their ends. 

I curled my fingers tightly around Adrianna's wrist.

Right there in the auction room, I forced her down, her knees hitting the floor. 

“Suck me.” I said in a low, dark commanding voice.

Her eyes went round in shock. Yes, exactly what I wanted. 

“Go on.” I flashed her a grin.

She looked around the crowded room, her face turning scarlet. 

I grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at my trousers. “My cock is down there. Go on. Be the slut you are.”

Her hands trembled as I guided them to my desire, leaving no choice but to comply. The room was filled with a tense silence broken only by the rustle of fabric and the thudding beat of her heart. 

Then she leaned in. Her lips kissed the tip of my member and I shuddered. Yes, I like that.

“Take me in, love.” I moaned.

Whispers began to fill the room but I didn't care. 

“Take me!” Like an obedient little mouse she was, she took me in. 

Victory surged through me.

She was mine.

My possession.

Adrianna jerked back with my cum on her face and lips. 

“Say my name, love.” I smirked amidst the chaos in the room.

“A - - 

“Lick your lips and do it.” I added.

Adrianna had a cold glaze in her eyes as she ran her seductive tongue over her lower lip. “Anthonio.”

My plaything.

Mine forever.

I cupped her cheek. “Soon, you’d love your new role.”