All Chapters of Auctioned To My Mafia Lord: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Ava's POVThe effect of his words sent a flood between my legs. My heart raced aggressively, and my lungs suddenly felt dry. I swallowed hard, trying to catch my breath with no luck.My body felt like anything but my own, and my first instincts were to pull myself on my toes, wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him shitless. It was all I could think about as he stood before me.The effect of his kiss still lingered on my lips. For a moment there, I could have sworn that he had knocked the life out of me, and until now, I was still gasping for breath. My body was heating up as well.Miguel seemed to have ignited a fire inside me with just those lips, and my brain, as far as I knew it, had turned to mush. I couldn't make sense of anything but the nauseating scent of his masculinity. He was too close, and I could almost pass out right now. Miguel had me flattened against the wall of the restroom. My breath was hitched in my throat, with cold sweat rolling down my back. Just the mer

Ava's POVThe car stopped at the shopping mall. It was almost three o’clock. I had timed everything to the fucking minute, and I wasn't going to screw this up no matter what. I stepped out of the car and made my way into the mall. Two guards accompanied me inside the building, watching me like a hawk. Everywhere I went, they went, and I figured it was going to be more difficult than I thought to slip away from them, but I'd be damned if I gave up.I spent the first few minutes of my arrival buying jewelry and looking around before making my way to the first floor. I did the same on the first floor, the second, and the third, and by this time, the guards were letting up their guard out of pure exhaustion.I darted my eyes to my watch. It was twenty minutes after three, and I made my way up to the last floor. The second I walked into the room, I cautiously glanced around for any sign of Indira, but there was none.Where was she?I browsed through the line of dresses and feigned intere

Ava's POVHours had passed since I heard Miguel's side of the story, but it felt like days. I had barely slept a wink all night. There was just so much to think about, and my mind wouldn't stop working.Miguel’s side had given me a different perspective on things, and my perception of him had been altered in a way. Not only that, things seemed to have changed between us as well. Miguel had changed toward me in just hours, and I could feel it all over me.He felt closer, and there was this soft touch in the way he acted afterward when he put my hand on his chest. It was hard to explain, but he just appeared more human and less of a devil.I didn't even know exactly what that meant, but it was good. It was like I was seeing him in a new light, and he was so...I couldn't find the right word to sum it up, but I liked the change.All night, I had thought about the tears that had dropped from his eyes when he spoke of his mom. The pain in his voice and how real it felt —how real it was,

Ava's POVI paced around the room, feeling deeply unsettled. Miguel had been gone since last night, and he still wasn't back. What was going on over there?I was worried sick, especially with the way he just left after telling me the orphanage was on fire. That was quite the news to drop on someone before rushing out like that.Not knowing what was going on out there was driving me crazy, and staying in here wasn't doing anything to help me calm down. I needed to go to him and know what was going on.I unlocked the door and went to meet the guards downstairs for the second time. “I need a ride to the orphanage.”“I'm sorry, Ma’am. We already told you. We can't let you leave the premises without permission from the boss,” the leader said.I hissed, “You've got to be kidding me,” I breathed, “Miguel is out there, and I—” I sighed, realizing how pointless this was.They had their orders. They were obviously not going to let me leave because they thought I'd run away. I headed upstairs

Ava's POVThe DiAngelos were the enemy? I couldn't believe it.My heart drummed in my chest, and my entire body trembled as I stood there, rooted to the ground at the sight of them. I couldn't believe this, nor did I understand it.They were CIA agents, and yet they were at this party. It didn't make any sense. I swallowed the bile that had settled in my throat and darted my eyes to the broken champagne glass on the ground. Everyone was staring at us —at me.“I'm so sorry,” I gushed and held my dress up as I attempted to crouch and clear it up, but Miguel stopped me.“Leave it. The cleaners will get it,” he looked at me carefully, concern etching itself on his face as he pulled me aside, “Are you okay?” he asked with a hand on my shoulders.My eyes darted to the DiAngelos, who were now glaring at me, and I felt a cold chill run down my spine. Did this mean they were never actually CIA agents? Did this mean they fooled me?“Ava,” Miguel jerked me out of my thoughts, “Are you okay?