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hing, standing in a room full of ruthless and arrogant mafia lords, waiting to be bought by one of them at this disheartening auction but

better. That despite my unfortunate destiny as an orphan which just happened to be one of the most piti

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the second a dirty slap landed loudly on my cheek. I bit down on my lower lip, trying to endure the painful sting that i

owhere to be found. He didn't even have the decency to be in the crowd while I got sold to one of

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r him and I would have done it in a heartbeat without thinking twice. I had thought the feeling was mutual because he'd said on several occ

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ed around my wrists, making me dangle like some punching bag. I closed my eyes as drops of sweat entered into them, causin

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display, though that was the least of my problems. I'd tried to escape so they were having a little bit of fun with me.

turing the bastard on his knees as I drove a knife through his fucking heart. I would smile while his blood splattered around the room

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ith that money. Did their families and friends know that this was what they did with such huge amounts of money? Did they k

I turned to wipe my face with my arm but it barely worked. I was hot and sweaty. My eyes went back to

. I'd been wrong. I felt shivers coarse through my spine as I held the unknown man's eyes, my breath locked in my throat. He was l

as good looking as him could be involved in all of this mess. Sometimes I wondered if God

e was even more dangerous than anyone else in the room. Maybe it was the way he was sitting so calm, acting lik

istered the words I'd just heard. The recurring gasps around the room informed me that I wasn't the only one

been staring

ting that he'd been the one to announce the offer. My heart thudded loudly in my ears and began to slow down

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