The Mafia Lord's Mistress
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Chapter 8 Eight img
Chapter 9 Nine img
Chapter 10 Ten img
Chapter 11 Eleven img
Chapter 12 Twelve img
Chapter 13 Thirteen img
Chapter 14 Fourteen img
Chapter 15 Fifteen img
Chapter 16 Sixteen img
Chapter 17 Seventeen img
Chapter 18 Eighteen img
Chapter 19 Nineteen img
Chapter 20 Twenty img
Chapter 21 Twenty One img
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Chapter 23 Twenty Three img
Chapter 24 Twenty Four img
Chapter 25 Twenty Five img
Chapter 26 Twenty Six img
Chapter 27 Twenty Seven img
Chapter 28 Twenty Eight img
Chapter 29 Twenty Nine img
Chapter 30 Thirty img
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Chapter 33 Thirty Three img
Chapter 34 Thirty Four img
Chapter 35 Thirty Five img
Chapter 36 Thirty Six img
Chapter 37 Thirty Seven img
Chapter 38 Thirty Eight img
Chapter 39 Thirty Nine img
Chapter 40 Forty img
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Chapter 43 Forty Three img
Chapter 44 Forty Four img
Chapter 45 Forty Five img
Chapter 46 Forty Six img
Chapter 47 Forty Seven img
Chapter 48 Forty Eight img
Chapter 49 Forty Nine img
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Chapter 58 Fifty Eight img
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The Mafia Lord's Mistress

Jessica Smith
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Chapter 1 One

Amaya's POV

"Everybody freeze! Stop moving! Stand where you are!" The commanding voice boomed across the club, causing all of us to obey immediately.

Next, we were all instructed to get on our knees. As I knelt down, I turned to find Matt, my boyfriend, with the same frightened look as mine. I had sneaked out against my father's strict rules to go clubbing with him.

"What's going on?" I asked him in a shaky voice. He didn't answer. Instead, he averted his gaze from mine and shrugged, leaving me more confused with each passing second.

The commotion continued as some men with their faces covered in black masks searched through the party crowd, marking some girls with a black letter X on their foreheads before pushing them off.

My heart began pounding loudly against my chest when one of the men reached me. He didn't rush to mark me with black paint. Instead, he stopped and stared back at me in an admiring way.

"She is the one I told you about," Matt said to him.

"Oh? She is a precious little thing," the man replied in his deep baritone, turning my face from side to side to get a full view.

I was still trying to process what they were talking about, but he had already spun me around and started tying up my hands with a thick rope. He tossed me towards his colleagues.

"Easy on her, boy. You know she is very important," the colleague called out.

He went on to mark me with red paint, and when I tried to resist, he held my face still to finish it. He then pushed me forward. I lost my balance and crashed on the floor. The pain from the fall seeped through my body and I screamed.

I was still too confused to realize what was going on until I was placed in a van with some other girls around my age.

It slowly started making sense. I was being kidnapped. And I think I am going to be sold.

I had barely gotten my bearings together when the van started and zoomed off. I saw Matt bidding me goodbye from where he was standing outside the club, a mischievous smirk on his face. I stared back at him with a hopeless gleam.

Throughout the journey, I was shocked. I still couldn't believe that the man I was in love with had sold me out. How he had pointed them out to me during the raid flashed in my mind. It made me begin to believe that he had lured me out just to sell me. That realization alone made my eyes cloud with tears immediately.

"I want to go home!" I blurted out between tears.

I repeated it again and again. All this while, no one cared to answer me. The girls I was in the van with were all screaming too. Some kept their heads bent while sobbing. The others had slept off.

Regret coursed over me like a thick blanket. I should have stayed back home, just like Daddy always wanted me to. Why did I disobey him? What will happen to me now that these dangerous men had caught me? What will they do to me?

A shiver ran down my spine on remembering that they had marked me with red paint instead of black. Does it mean that they will deal with me specially? More dangerously?

The van suddenly stopped, and we were brought down, our faces covered.

It wasn't the golden rays of sunlight that woke me up the next morning, just like it used to back home in my bedroom. It was a bucket of cold water splashed down my body. The chilly temperature of the water jolted me out of my rough sleep.

I sat up, a shiver running down my spine, spreading goosebumps across my skin and making the cold I got from sleeping on the tiles even worse.

One small morsel of bread was thrown at each of us, while a man stood on a makeshift stage, saying something about us getting ready to sell ourselves to their bosses tonight.

A new round of fear gripped my shoulders as I understood what he meant. I was going to get sold as a slave?

My teeth began chattering at that moment. I couldn't stop shivering, even as I was being dressed up in a red crimson bodysuit later that night.

"I bet this girl will get sold for a billion bucks," one of the men dressing me up said to his colleague.

"Yeah, I bet too. She's got the right assets in the right places. Plump boobs, curvy but slim, a rounded butt. And she is damn gorgeous too," his colleague replied.

I almost gawked when I saw him lick his thick black lips while devouring me with his eyes.

He continued, "Let's not forget that the guy that sold her to us assured the boss that she is still a virgin."

"Really?" The first one asked, "Wow, just wow!"

I swallowed past a lump at the mention of Matt's name. I still can't believe that he betrayed me like this. Tears stung at the corners of my eyes.

I was brought out to the stage with a few other girls an hour later. One woman came to show us how to stand in a somewhat seductive pose.

When my eyes roamed through the crowd of older men sitting and waiting excitedly, fear rooted my legs in a place. My whole body froze, and I couldn't move.

My heart began pounding loudlu against my chest as I imagined what whoever would buy me would do to me. Fresh tears stung at the corners of my eyes on remembering that I wouldn't be going through this if I hadn't sneaked out of the house to go clubbing with Matt.

The auction started right away. The men began bargaining for us as if we were some objects, not fellow humans.

My eyes continued roaming around, looking for nothing in particular. It was the only way not to cry, as we were commanded not to. But a few moments later, they landed on him.

A man seated at the end of the VIP section. He looked wealthy but seemed uninterested in the sales by the way he bent his head.

His nonchalance was what made me notice him, but it was his worried expression as he glanced at his Rolex watch that made me continue staring at him as if he were the one for sale.

As if sensing my stares, he looked up, and I became trapped in the gorgeousness of his gray eyes. They were so beautiful that I couldn't look away, even if I had wanted to. I didn't want to look away.

And they stared right back at me. I began pleading with him with my eyes, begging him to buy me.

"Please, sir," I said inwardly, hoping that somehow our minds would interconnect and he would hear my thoughts, "buy me."

            
            

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