Owning the Mafia Don

Lucien

Schwartz burst out of his study, racing to Lucien. The Mafia Boss had just managed to lull the little girl to sleep. It was four in the morning and Beatrice had sent in a large thermos of coffee and some cookies to the war room.

He looked at his friend, as Schwartz said urgently,

‘Lord, Tristan Lord is on the phone!’

Lucien raced into the study, grabbing the phone.

The younger man’s voice, charged with excitement, came over the line, over the speakers.

‘The Candelaria Desert! That’s the area. I know that an auction began there a few hours ago. it’s going on now.’

Lucien felt his blood turn to ice.

Auction.

Proserpina was being auctioned.

***

Proserpina

Xenia’s thick, guttural voice broke into my thoughts in the darkness. She was announcing something and the words gradually took meaning in my mind.

Her voice silky and purring, she was addressing the people who were sitting in the outer area, invisible to my bewildered eye.

‘…saved the best for the last. Gentlemen, we present before you, the pregnant, beautiful, sexy, innocent wife of the man who has destroyed so many of us! Here she is, the gorgeous, helpless wife of Lucien Delano! The great Mafia Don!’

Suddenly, the lights came on. I blinked, blindly clutching the hand of the person beside me. But then, I realised that it was Oleg. He had come up behind me and gripping my arms, he forced me into the spotlight.

I looked around me, wildly, confused. I could not make out anything, anyone. It was simply a mass of shapes, black and frightening.

But I was aware of eyes, greedy eyes, drinking in the sight of my helplessness, my fear; eyes that were stripping away the flimsy, transparent gauzy thing that sufficed for a gown. I tried to turn away, whimpering in protest as I felt the eyes drinking in my vulnerability, my nude body.

And a thought came to me; these people there, the ones who paid to buy women, they were enjoying my fear and sorrow. They were relishing my terror.

And coveting my body.

***

Lucien

There was total silence in the room when the call ended. He could hear the sound of his own breathing, harsh and rasping. Schwartz had sunk onto a chair, holding his head in his hands.

And then,

‘No!’ he roared like a wounded animal.

“No, f*ck, NO!!!’

He turned and punched the wall behind him, oblivious to the way his knuckles began bleeding.

He had failed her, he had failed the only woman he had loved, the one who had loved him unconditionally.

Schwartz was beside him, crying, openly crying with remorse as he said,

“Mate, hey, Boss.’

“I F*CKING LET HER DOWN, SCHWARTZ! ‘ he shouted, his pain and anguish clear to everyone in the room,

“I F*CKING LET DOWN MY WOMAN WHO LOVES ME, SHE TRUSTED ME…’

They all turned and Schwartz looked up as Aiyana shouted,

“Hey, we got something.’

She indicated to Beston that she had a video that needed to be shown on the screen. It was on her phone, she went on, in her unflappable way.

Everyone stood, rock still the lights in the room were dimmed. Lucien clenched his fists. One part of him wanted to turn away the other, stronger side wanted to see, to be able to hurt and kill the man who was responsible for his wife’s suffering.

He watched.

***

Proserpina

With a dull, growing embarrassment and a feeling of panic that was gathering momentum within me, I knew that the gown I wore would not cover my nakedness. I was exposed; my swollen stomach, my full, thrusting breasts and the shame of it, my pussy, all on show…

Humiliated, despite the dullness in me, I tried to struggle.

Oleg brought his face to my ear and said,

“If you do not stop struggling, wh*re, I will rape you before everyone here.’

I shivered, growing still.

He was not a man who would make threats for the sake of it. He meant it.

***

Xenia was still talking.

‘…for your enjoyment, for the highest bidder here in this room tonight. It will be a pleasure, to know that you have the man who you hate, at your mercy, when you take his wife and enjoy her…’

I shut out her words. If I listened to any more, I would scream. But all that I could manage was a sob.

‘She is carrying twins but then…’ she giggled, and I wanted to retch as the words hung in the air.

Turning her riding crop, for now, I saw that she was holding one, she lightly tapped my breasts, and I shrank as best as I could. With a careless gesture, the crop trailed down, over my stomach, and to my secret womanhood. I bit my lip to stop from crying, glaring proudly into the dark.

I refuse to cry and beg, I told myself, drawing up my body haughtily.

And she turned to look into my face, a venomous look in her eyes as she went on, tapping my cheek lightly with the crop.

“See how arrogant she is! Like a queen. So which of you would like to break the spirit of this wh*re?’ She tittered and I felt Oleg move, his erection pressing into my back. I held myself rigidly.

I was not going to beg.

***

Lucien

It was a grainy video. Aiyana told them later that she had managed to contact a person, an inside agent of the FBI who was working undercover in Dmitri’s group. Her old colleague, Ben Church, had finally relented and sent her the video which had gone live a few minutes earlier, for the select few buyers who could not attend. It would mean certain death to the undercover agent if it was discovered and his identity revealed. But Aiyana knew that she had to gamble on this.Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

Besides, she had come to realise that the handful of men in the room today were all sworn to loyalty. Their allegiance was to Lucien Delano and only to him.

Not one of them would leak the news.

The man had sent her the videos of the women who were being paraded prior to being sold, to an elite set of buyers. Men who were prepared to pay millions for a woman, to use her as they wished…

It was in a totally sealed-off set-up, he had said, the buyers could not see each other. The auction was done by proxy as well. And the women were selected via the press of a button, done by the anonymous buyers who sat in self-contained little cubicles, their identities safely hidden.

This was obviously an auction on a high level, he thought, his knuckles growing white as he watched.

He stared at the screen, sickened as the women, some merely children, were brought on stage and sent off.

All the while, the red-haired woman, Xenia, heavily made up and wearing something like a bikini with sequins, moved about, a microphone in her hand, extolling the virtues of the people she was selling. She had a riding crop in one hand and kept using it to point out the assets of the unfortunate women who were being sold.

***

Years ago, before Lucien had killed him, Shark had come forward with plans; they would make billions more if they engaged in human trafficking, he had said, his bulging, tawny eyes gleaming in greed.

Repulsed at the very idea, Lucien had rejected the scheme at once. Selling arms and weapons was all he was interested in; the Club generated revenue well and he had also wanted to set up a Fight Club there.

But selling humans? Never.

He had vivid images of his mother selling herself, the pimp beating her up, raping her. His half-sister who had fallen off the grid after having been sold before she was five years old.

He would never add to the utter degradation, the misery, of a man, a woman or worse, a child in that way.

It had also been the reason why he bluntly refused to allow Worthington to film his rather macabre sex movies at the Club, much to Shark’s dismay.

***

Proserpina

I was led out after a while. Oleg pushed me into the hands of a woman who was standing silently at the door. She led me back, trembling from the aftermath of what had just happened to me. I was shivering uncontrollably, and my hands felt like blocks of ice. Breathing loudly, I leaned into her as I was led away.

Back to the room, I had come awake in.

What was going to happen now, I thought, my stomach churning.

To my astonishment, I found aromatic food awaiting me.

A tray of food, hot steaming soup, buttery croissants, butter potatoes and a broccoli bake, cheese and chicken salad and batter-fried fish, with coffee and orange juice.

It was probably past midnight, I had no way of knowing the time. But my stomach growled at the sight of the food.

I sank down and began to eat.

The woman who had accompanied me stood silently at the door. I was beyond caring to check if she was watching me or not.

I knew I had to keep my strength. I had to stay alive for my children. No matter what was happening to me, I believed that my lover, Lucien Delano would come for me. It was the only thought that kept me going. I would probably go mad if I did not believe in that.

The woman who had been watching me eat did not move a muscle but another entered the room and spoke up suddenly and I looked across at her, a protective hand on my swollen stomach.

My confusion regarding the food that had been served was writ large on my face as I glanced questioningly at the silent woman beside the door.

‘Congratulations, senora ! YOU HAVE BEEN SOLD.’ she said coldly, a sneer on her heavily made-up face and I stared at her in horror, my appetite having died as my heart began to pound.