All Chapters of Auctioned by the Mafia : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

It feels like I gave a part of my soul to her when the night I took her virginity. She belongs to me. I would keep her away from the cruelty of my world. The wedding is tomorrow. Willow came to me and asked to send my wife with her. I refused it immediately. Clara has to gain my trust first. I could see her uneasiness, her fear in her eyes. I have seen the fight in them, a desire to escape away from here. I didn't want it to happen like this. I could take her the day I saw her. But I want things to be normal with her. My brows furrowed smelling metallic scent in the air. I felt her behind me. She makes soft noises as she walks, her eyes always exploring her surroundings. Suddenly, the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. Something isn’t right. As I straighten, I glance around. Nothing appears out of place. I turn and she's already looking at me. She lowers her gaze. I’ve learned to trust my gut. In my line of business, paying attention to the body’s signals help

I couldn't sleep at night. The floating dead body gives me nightmares. I miss him. But the wedding topic stays hovering over my head. She's lucky to have a grand wedding. After walking a long path of darkness, light feels amazing. "You didn't sleep." Vincenzo's brows furrowed together finding me seated on the couch. Leaning in, he greeted me with a kiss on my cheek. His lips felt warm on my skin for that fleeting second. I lifted my lashes, locking my gaze with him. "I couldn't sleep." It creased his forehead. The silence was uncomfortable. He was finding the reason. He brushed his fingertips on my cheek. I like the closeness. "I'm fine. I'm excited about the wedding." I told him. Ivan's mansion is a ten-minute drive away from here. I am not allowed to go out. If I would try they'd consider this an attempt to run away. I don't want to know what he would do to me. He doesn't look convinced but he nods his head as he loses his tie,

Most of the guests were invited to the after-party including our parents. Ivan didn't want his father around his wife as he knew he wouldn't approve of it. I could see Donovan giving cold glances in their ways. My eyes are only on one figure today. She scared the shit out of me driving me to the edge when she decided to disappear without informing me. I'm gonna punish her for this. I'm jealous of my parents. She's so comfortable with them, giving her genuine smile and laughing with them. Not keeping a woman around for too long was my best chance to avoid emotional involvement. I couldn't let another one near me after the day I saw her. She was looking scared of Ivan. "Enzo," I heard a familiar sound and it spoiled my mood. Can't she get the hint that I'm a married man now? I looked at her walking over to our table. She's looking stunning in a black gown. "Aysa," I muttered, glancing at Ivan and Marcus, clearly demanding who invited her. It was the gathering of the

I screwed up big. I put myself into this. I don't have any problems with my husband until the mafia isn't attached to him. I'm expecting an impossible thing. It runs in his blood. I bit the corner of my lips. It's midnight. The moon is at the top of our heads. He's holding my hand while walking through the garden toward the door. It's beautiful outside under the moonlight but the dark spots make it look spooky. Anyone could attack us. "So, you won't let me ever go?" I asked. I wanted him to say yes. I wanted to stay with him forever but would he ever value my feelings? "No one's gonna save your ass if you dare to step out of the house without my permission." He said. I stilled in front of me. He frowned, slanting his head to one side. "Then you have to learn to be loyal." My lips flattened. He couldn't show his bossy attitude though it scared me. He scoffed and luckily, it wasn't directed at me. "Then, you don't like her." He asked.

I slapped the picture on the desk. I don't need one. Marcus has already checked every detail of her family. Her father's parents are still alive and staying away from the hustle and bustle of city life. Her grandparents are unaware of her presence in the world. They are innocent hardworking people and staying with their elder son and his wife and their two sons who have moved out of the house and are staying in New York. And her mother, that grabbed my attention. There's no record of her before her wedding with her father, Connor Hill. Only a powerful person like us could wipe this out. Today my wife said she saw her. I believe her. She could fake her death too. But why? "Why the fuck you called us, Man?" Ivan snorted. I stared at him coldly. Marcus kept his hooded gaze at me from behind the rim. He understands me more than Ivan. "What is it?" He thudded the glass down. "Clara said she saw her mother today." Tha