"I own you, your soul, your life and most of all, your body." He said as his eyes raked down her body hungrily and he turned to leave the room. "I hate you so much Vincent. You're a vagabond as they all say." Natalie called out to him as she drew the covers over her body sobbing. "I'm glad you hate me. Natalie. I'm glad." He said wearing a mean smile on his face. From buying her from an auction, Vincent Blood, has always reminded Natalie that she belongs to him. Natalie's life changed faster than she had ever expected but she has to live her life with the infamous Vagabond of Prime City. How will she survive his craziness and how will he survive her attitude that drives him mad?
With every step he took, the crowd paved the way for him to pass through.
Whispers followed as he walked. Surprise was more evident on everyone's face.
Everyone in Primecity knew him. Few had seen him. His features were unmistakable.
The butch cut. Gray eyes. Chiseled face standing at 6 feet, 6 inches. And that ruthless, bloodthirsty aura.
No one could mistake Prime City's number one mafia boss, 'The Vagabond'.
The rumors must be true. Many people thought so. A new drug had shown face in town.
"If he's going to bid for it, then none of us are getting it." An old man in his mid-60s or so said to the group around him as the vagabond vanished from sight.
Most of them nodded in agreement to what the old man had said.
He didn't stop until he was standing behind the manager of the underground.
"Mr Austin." He said. Maybe it was a greeting or an acknowledgment? The hall was still quiet. Only his voice was heard.
The man, Mr Austin turned abruptly to see who called his name. When he saw the face of his caller, a smile appeared on his face.
"Mr Blood sir. So glad you could make it." He said happily. Suddenly the hall was filled with whispers and murmurs. Mr Austin, signaled to Mr Blood to follow him. Everyone watched as they both disappeared.
"Do you have the item I hear of or is it just rumors?" Blood said as they got into the sparsely furnished office.
"Yes. Yes. The new drug is true." Austin said as a smile appeared on his lip.
"I'm not interested in anything else. Give it to me." Blood said without batting an eyelid. Staring pointedly at Mr Austin.
Austin did not seem surprised by his request. Of course, he didn't. He had paid enough money to make sure the news had reached his ears.
"You know, The Underground Auction House has policies, Mr Blood." He replied picking his words wisely. Blood was known not to have patience. He killed people for just looking at him.
"But?" Blood asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"But, I can't give it to you no matter how you ask. You must bid for it like everyone else."
"You know no one would want to bid on something I have bid on?"
"Yes, I do. That's why you're here." Mr Austin said smiling as he watched Mr Blood's face. It seemed like Blood was catching on.
Blood let out a low laugh. He was about to respond when the door burst open and he turned to look at the newcomer.
It was a slim woman with sea-green hair covering one of her eyes and her lips painted black.
She wore an animal print gown.
"You cheeky bastard. You got the vagabond to come." She said as she looked from Mr Blood to Mr Austin in awe.
Austin tipped his hat while Blood looked in amusement.
"You planned this all out? It's the least I'll expect from one known to be the craftiest man in Primecity." Mr Blood said, standing up and going to the door.
"Next time you try this, I'll kill you though." Mr Blood said and walked out of the office leaving the woman and Austin alone.
"Amelia, are you crazy?" Mr Austin asked the woman as he let out a breath of relief.
"I expected him to shoot me halfway." Mr Austin said, clutching his chest.
"Bad thing he didn't," Amelia replied, looking at him angrily.
"Madam Hooch. Why are you pissed at me? You have to pay up now. We bet years ago that the first person to get the vagabond to their auction house had to pay 10k grand. You owe me señorita."
Mr Austin said standing behind Amelia and undoing her strap.
"Minusing the number of times you've bent me over your table? I propose I owe you 10 dollars." She said, pushing him away.
"The auction is waiting for us. So chop-chop Mr. Austin." She said as she walked out of the office.
Mr Austin laughed as he followed behind her.
"A good evening to everyone. Tonight we're gathered here for our usual auction service. Recently, The Underground has come in contact with a rare drug and you know as we do it. The highest bid gets the drug." Mr Austin announced to the crowd which cheered.
"First on the list, is the peer pill. $5000 per pill. Manufactured in new crown city. Gives a massive high. Starting bid price, $1000." Mr Austin said.
Bids went up and it was sold for $9,800. Next was an antique gun. Which was sold out as soon as it came to a man popularly known as Chief.
"Here's the drug of the moment. The pill."
Mr Austin said as three ladies walked in wearing tennis skirts, a corset top, and bunny ears.
"The starting price of the pill is $20,000 and it comes with the lady holding it." Mr Austin said, earning lots of oohs and aahs from the crowd.
Nobody bidded for the pill yet. Everyone was waiting for him to bid. Everyone was looking at where he was seated. But, he just sat looking at the stage as if transfixed.
"Since nobody will bid, I bid $13,000," Henry called out. Looking slyly at Mr Blood.
When Mr Blood did not say anything, everyone picked it up from there.
The pill was bidded up to $20,000 by Henry and everyone else backed out.
"Going once, going twice? Going thri-" Mr Austin said while scanning the crowd. Looking hopefully at Mr Blood who at that moment cut him off
"$20,001," Mr Blood said, raising his tag.
The crowd went pin-drop silent. Henry's laughter broke the silence.
"You drive a wicked bargain. Mr. Blood," Henry said as he lowered his tag.
"Going once. Going twice. Going thrice. Gone. Mr Blood has the pill."
"You're mistaken. I only want that girl." Mr Blood said as he pointed to the lady at the end.
"Alexis. Make your choice now. It's either me or him." Jacob said to her as he brandished the engagement ring in front of her. While Alexis fought a battle within herself. There was so much to sacrifice just to keep him happy. Just to keep him alive. "I chose him. Jacob. I chose Marcel. Not you." She said, biting back tears. Marcel wore a sinister smile on his face. "I always knew you were here for the money. When you said you love me I thought everything changed but it didn't. You're just money hungry." Jacob spat absolutely mad as he tugged at his tie. Loosening it and storming off. "I'm sorry." She whispered as he was out of sight and tears trickled down her face. Since the day Alexis Roberts signed the contract, Jacob Pitt had vowed never to trust her. The transactional relationship was going fine and smooth. Until they started falling for each other. Alexis Roberts and Jacob Pitt, meet at a function and from then henceforth, Alexis would be Jacob's 'display' girlfriend while she got paid for it Different scenarios arise to test the relationship. From past lovers, to frenemies and secrets kept from each other. Will this transactional relationship pass the test of time? Read My Priced Darling to find out!
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