All Chapters of Auctioned To My Mafia Lord: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Miguel's POVMy hunger for Ava had continued to grow like wildfire over the past few days since I brought her here. Having her so close seemed to be eating away at me in more ways than one. Her allure was strong and irresistible, and every night in my bed, I dreamt of her— of screwing her brains out, exploring her body, eating her out, and reveling in her sweet moans.It was all I could think about daily. She was my biggest fantasy. I had never craved a woman’s body so much in my life as much as I wanted her. It just couldn't be helped. Every moment I was in the room with Ava, I fantasized about all the ways I wanted to have her, and all it did was fuel my hunger for her—which was, at this point, insatiable.I woke up to those pairs of green eyes glaring at me from the cage as usual. It was our routine now and I loved it.If those eyes could kill, I would be dead by now. The thoughts alone intrigued me, fueling my lust further.I sat up, pulled the sheets aside, got out of bed, and

AVA'S POVHer eyes flared as she shook the cage, barking at me, “And what do you think is funny, huh!” she yelled.I giggled softly and shrugged. She was hilarious, and it was maybe her only good quality. Perhaps Miguel kept her around for the laugh.My giggles only seemed to provoke her even more, “What?” she grimaced, “You think you're better than me because you're prettier. That kind of thing won't work on Don—”“Then why the warning?” I cut in, cocking a brow, as I got to my feet and drew closer to the iron bar that separated us.“Why are you so worked up about it if you are sure you're all he wants, and there's nothing about me that could attract him?” I cocked my head to the side, daring her to respond.She fell silent at first before she spoke again, “Because I know your type. You're the kind of girl who thinks she can get anything she wants just because she's pretty, and I'm sure you're targeting Don Miguel, but you'll never have him. I won't allow it!” she exclaimed.I scoffe

Miguel's POVMy head spun around the room. Ava had escaped? How? How could she have escaped with the guards outside? It was impossible, and yet… my eyes darted to the empty cage. She was really gone. I lowered Vivian back to the ground and got to my feet, making a quick dash to the door. I yanked it open and stormed out of the room. “Ava’s missing. Did any of you see her leave this room?”They all shook their heads, their eyes gleaming with fear. They had every reason to be afraid. Their heads would be the first to fall off if I didn't find her.“Spread the word. I want her found. Now!” I ordered sternly.The guards looked horrified as they dashed down the stairs hastily. “You. Wait,” I stopped one of the guards, “Vivian is in there hurt. Get the doctor over here and send for Perez, too. I need him here.”I returned to the room and carried Vivian to the couch, setting her down. I grabbed a towel, crouched before her, and wiped off some of the blood on her face. She looked terri

Ava's POVThe door swung open, and a familiar figure came into view.Never in my life have I been so glad to see someone. My heart swelled with unfathomable joy as I gazed at him.I got to my feet, relieved to see the man before me despite the outcome of our first meeting. It suddenly didn't matter as long as I could leave here."Lewis," I muttered, recalling the name of the guard who had chased me around the compound on my first escape attempt . He had a blank expression on his face as he stood before the door studying me.Yet it didn't matter. What he looked like made no sense to me. All that mattered was that he had found me.I never thought that I could be so glad to see Lewis again but here I was; I could have hugged him at this moment, and to be honest I felt the urge to. I think I would have been glad to see anyone at this moment even if it was that devil.I stepped out of the room as quickly as I could, closing my eyes, and breathing slowly. It was refreshing to be outside

Ava's POVMy eyes flickered open moments later, and a groan escaped my lips, accompanied by a scrunch of my nose at the persistent stench. No matter how many times I found myself in this situation, I never seemed to get used to it and I prayed for darkness to consume me once again.Unfortunately, the bliss of unconsciousness hadn't embraced me yet; it lingered just out of reach, a cruel tease.I dangled on the precipice of awareness, my grip slipping like a fraying thread. The room swayed, and a dull ache pulsed through my head, blurring the edges of my surroundings. Each breath became a burdensome endeavor, and a relentless wave of dizziness engulfed me. I clutched at my chest, a feeble attempt to steady the erratic beats of my heart."Fifty, fifty-one, fifty-two, fifty-three," I mumbled in a weak voice, counting as if the numbers could anchor me to reality. Draped on the cold ground, I fought to regain control, but it was slipping away like grains of sand through desperate fing