All Chapters of Auctioned To My Mafia Lord: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Miguel's POVAva was going to be my wife. She made me the happiest man alive. Her presence made my life more meaningful.The world suddenly turned colorful and I found myself smiling more than I normally would.All the days that followed my proposal to her were the most beautiful days. I didn't think I had ever known what happiness really felt until then.I thought I was happy. When I killed people, the satisfaction was pleasing; when I struck a deal of millions of dollars, it was thrilling but nothing was as beautiful as the thought of having Ava for the rest of my life.But that night, as I went down on my knees, my heart had threatened to rip out of my chest when she said yes. Each time I thought of it, my heart still acted up like it was happening all over again. That moment was frozen in my mind, embedded forever and I couldn't forget it even if I wanted to. Ava’s confession and answer had been the highlight of that night and my life. It felt like a dream, but it wasn't. It wa

Ava's POVI swirled my head to the side, stirring in bed. Bed? The sudden realization hit me, and I instantly blinked my eyes open after what felt like hours of sleep. —I wasn't supposed to be in bed.My head felt cloudy as fuck, and I was clearly still dazed. The first thing in my line of sight was the beautiful patterned sheets beneath me, and a wooden drawer across from me between those two was just confusion.“What…” I raised my head and sat up in bed, taking a rather comprehensive look around the strange and unfamiliar room. It was a small, comfy room and, from the looks of it, definitely a motel.The room was really small, with a soft pale blue couch on the other end, a medium-sized bed which I sat on, a closet, a TV, and a red rug draped all over the floor.Where was I? How did I get here? But most importantly, what was I doing here?The last thing I remembered was going into the dressing room to change into my wedding dress while Sophia waited outside for me and then some

Ava's POVIt felt like someone had suddenly yanked the band-aid off an old wound, and now the bruise was new. Bleeding, stinging, festering, doing all the things it had once done, and the worst part —the pain was twice as bad as the first time.I was younger then. A little alienated from the concept of the loss. Everything I felt back then was merely the tip of the iceberg compared to how I felt at this moment. The loss was big, like an ocean, and I fell straight into it.The pain was raw and intense, cutting its way through every tendon in me. It was unbearable. My heart felt like it was being sliced open over and over again.I heard the clock tick from where I sat on the rug. Time was going by, but I couldn't move. My ass felt glued to the earth, and my feet, as far as I knew, were liquid. I doubt I could support myself enough to stand, much less leave this place. I was feeble. My chest was hurting so badly I could hardly breathe. Everything was painful. Every fucking bit of me

Miguel's POVI returned to the mansion first and ordered every man in the house to search for her before retrieving Killer from the safe and returning to the road. I drove around the city for hours like a crazy person, searching everywhere I could, but there was only so much one man could do. I put the police on the job, as well as every other ally in the city, before heading over to Mason’s.I knocked twice, and he popped up at the door, “Come in,” he opened the door, and I walked into the room, “Perez told me what happened today. I've been on it since. Do you want some liquor?” “I'll pass. Did you find anything yet? Any leads?”Mason shook his head, “No, I'm sorry. There's no lead yet.”I smirked and muttered under my breath, “Inutile.”“I'm doing all I can, Don Miguel—”“Then try harder! Your best is clearly not enough,” I stepped close to him, “Find whoever took her, Mason, and look into Indira's stupid brother and Nando, maybe they did it. Check all the cameras around the area!

Ava's POVMiguel recoiled, and his eyes broadened as he took in my words. Pain flashed across his face, then confusion. He furrowed his brows as he stared blankly at me for a minute before lowering his gaze to the floor.When he finally looked at me again, a few minutes passed, and his eyes were red like hot coals. He shook his head like he could read my mind or knew what I was thinking. There was pain etched in his gaze, “Ava—” he began, taking one step towards me, but that was as much as I could allow.“Don’t!” I exclaimed, pressing my back against the wall like I could slip through it to the other side.“Don’t take another step. Whatever you want to say to me. I don't want to hear it,” I clenched my jaw, and my body trembled as the rage coursed through my veins. “Please, Ava,” another step was met by my glare.I yelled at the top of my lungs, “I know what you did, Miguel. Don't you get it? You're the last person I want to see or even be around right now!”My words were laced wit