Bought by the Mafia Lord's Heart

Author's POV -

In the dimly lit room, the air hangs heavy with silence, broken only by the distant murmur of voices. A single flickering bulb cast eerie shadows, revealing a group of men huddling around a table. Tension cracks in the air as their eyes darted nervously, their fingers drumming impatiently on the worn surface.

It's a meeting they had all dreaded, a gathering that would change the course of their lives. The room's oppressive stillness masks the storm brewing within, a tempest of secrets, lies, and alliances about to shatter. And when the first word is spoken by the girl auction lead mafia, the world as they knew it would unravel.

"Antonio, you were supposed to get 10 more girls for tomorrow's auction. Everyone submitted their collection already. What is the update from you? We need to check if they are eligible or not." Gibson yells at one of his providers whilst playing with his gun.

"So far 9 girls are in my collection, I can submit them. However, I promise to provide for the last girl sooner. And I bet these 9 are worthy for the auction." Antonio is confident enough about his collection.

"How can you be sure? Did you use them somehow?" The mafia leader smirks and Antonio is just standing by bowing his head though feeling disgusted to be here. "Anyway, submit them and within 1 hour provide me another girl. I need to look at them personally." He flows away his right hand as the permission for Antonio to leave.

Antonio leaves the cabin whilst muttering himself by addressing him as a jerk.

"Let's submit these 9 girls first." Roger, his friend and co-worker aka mafia man offers. Antonio nods and comes out from the Mafia office. His pissed-off face turns into a grin expression when he finds his cute little sister running to him with a shining smile.

"Bro, I was searching for you. Why are you not picking up my call?" Chiara complains with a pout whilst huffing.

"So sorry, fatso. I was in a meeting." Chiara frowns at him and shrugs.

"Huh! Look at me. I am slim, not like the teenage fatty body. Don't call me that." She rubs her nose with her index finger and extends her right hand to her brother. "Now, give me some money. I need to go shopping for prom night." Antonio shakes his head with a smile and takes his money bag to give her money. Roger is smiling as well.

"Don't grin. It's a sibling thing. Stay away. Shoo." Chiara is irritated at Roger as always.

"Chiara, don't come here anytime. It's my workplace. Do you understand?" Antonio asks Chiara and points to Roger to bring the car.

"Why, bro? People visit their loved ones' workplace, right?" Now, how can Antonio tell her about his work?

"You are grown up. 20 years old is the age to face troubles and I don't want that." Antonio shares his concern and a groan releases through his vocal cords with a sudden unbearable pain on his shoulder.

"Bro, are you okay?" Chiara's frightened voice is cracked with fear whilst grabbing her loving brother. Only he is the one whom she can call her own on the earth.

"Run," Antonio utters and Gibson grabs Chiara's tiny waist. "Leave my sister." Antonio is whimpering due to the shooting pain in his shoulder.

"You were hiding this flower from me. I can get so much money through her." Chiara is surprised about what is going on. However, her brother is her first concern at this moment.

"Just leave me, you moron. Why are you talking like this, I will sue you. How could you shoot my bro?" Chiara's eyes are releasing tears at seeing her brother tasting the dust.

"You are mine. And your brother can't even deny it." Gibson pulls her back before Chiara intends to hold her brother.

"You can't do this. Bro, say something." Gibson starts laughing devilishly at Chiara. His men surround Antonio by pointing their guns.

"He can't utter anything if he does then I will kill him. Do you wish for that?" Chiara's ground shivers with fear. After her parents' death, only his brother took care of her.

"No, please don't kill my brother." She is unable to react even recklessly when her brother is pointed at a gun.

"I beg you, please let her go. I will bring another girl, I promise." Chiara can't believe her brother's words.

"What are you saying, bro? Have you lost it?" She growls. and Gibson is laughing. Roger is here and he is standing like a statue.

"He provides me with girls for auction, hot cheeks." Gibson snuggles his face on Chiara's shoulder. She shrugs to move his face and he squeezes her into his arms. "Your fragrance is intoxicating. Is it okay if I have you before I put you on the auction?" Gibson uses his tongue's edge to touch her neck skin.

Chiara kicks him from behind and releases herself but it's for a while. Gibson smashes a slap on her left cheek which causes blood drops to roll down through her lip corner.

"Don't you dare to touch her?" Antonio stands up and punches Gibson, immediately Gibson's men start hitting Antonio. It takes a few moments for him to roll on the ground whilst Roger is trying to save him along with Chiara.

"Stop," Gibson shouts.

"Antonio, you are my loyal man. That's the reason, I am letting you go." He instructs his men to hold Chiara. "I am taking her. You go for your treatment. Let's meet at the auction hall room." Antonio shakes his head as he denies it.

"No, she is not only my sister but also my daughter. I raised her when she was 6 years old. I can't allow you to take her. Please leave her. I promise to bring another girl." Chiara is looking at her brother in disbelief.

"I can't believe that you are one of them. Anyway, the way you are feeling now. Exactly like this, you did with others, bro. At least, I can save one girl's life by not replacing me. I trusted you more than my life bro. But you are a girl dealer! I still can't believe it. I wish I was dead with my parents then I might not need to be the witness of today. Goodbye. Take care and thanks for your love and care so far. Don't be sad because it's karma that is back to you. You did wrong and raised me so now I am paying that." She can finish her sentences with sobs, they drag her inside.

"Chiaaaaraaa... Fatso, I am not a bad man." Antonio is crawling toward her and screaming his sister's name whom he wants to protect with his life. Roger holds him and before he collapses, Roger leads him to the hospital. Without having the life, he can't save his sister though there is no hope for that.

Whereas Gibson takes Chiara into his personal space forcefully, "Now, show me yourself. I have to be sure that only your face is beautiful or the body is the same." Chiara feels disgusted at him.

"Just shut up. I am not going to follow your command." Chiara opposes. Gibson clenches his jaw and gets on her. His strength makes it tough for her to save herself.

Before Chiara takes any steps, he tears apart her shirt which leaves her body in front of him only the small apparel is covering her bosoms. She is wrapping her arms to cover her though it's not so helpful.

"Not bad. You look alluring for bed. Now, go and wear the clothes from the washroom. That is the trial dress for tomorrow's auction." His eyes are lustfully locked on her cleavage.

"No," She denies and his patience reaches its peak. He slaps her again and Chiara still refuses to accept his order.

By tightening his fist, he grips a whip and flows in the air. Chiara shivers with fear. "The next smack with this will be on your body. Just follow my command." He orders and Chiara is not accepting.

Gibson is whipping Chiara mercilessly which is giving her the pain of death. Every hit is blurring her vision with the hope that maybe someone can save her from this hell. When she loses consciousness, she is unaware of this with only a wish if she could reach her parents. Only if...

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Welcome Readers,

This is my first try with the Mafia genre.

Thank you for choosing my book to read.

Please let me know, how's the start.

And anything related to this book only belongs to my imagination if anyone can relate or find any kind of similarities that is absolutely coincidence.

Thank you once again.

N.B.:- Is there any savior for Chiara or she is going to get a monster in her life? To know, stay tuned.

Hehehe...

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Author's POV -

'Boom.' The sudden crack of a gunshot shatters the silence in the air, echoing through the dimly lit, desolate alley. It is a sharp, explosive sound that seems to pierce the very fabric of reality, leaving an eerie stillness in its wake. The acrid scent of gunpowder hangs heavy in the breeze, and a plume of smoke curls from the barrel of Zo's firearm. In that split second, everything freezes, and then chaos erupts as the world comes crashing back to life.

"Run," Zo's voice is ice-cold, devoid of any remorse. "Only if you can." He watches with a chilling calmness as the man, his victim, stumbles backward, his eyes wide with terror.

He kneels in front of him, the cold steel of the gun pressed to the man's temple. "Lord, give me a second chance. Please. I swear I won't deceive you ever." The man's voice quivers as he pleads, his palms pressed together in a desperate prayer.

"Cheating is the only thing I hate the most," Zo hisses, his dark eyes locked onto the trembling figure before him. "If you shoot me from in front, then I will happily die. However, if you backstab me or deceive me, then it's your choice to die. You signed the contract not to deceive me. Did you forget that? Now, you owe me to die." His voice drips with anger and cruelty.

"I know, Lord. Please pardon me. I..." The man's words are cut short as Zo's gloved hand slams into his face, sending him sprawling onto the cold, unforgiving ground.

"Shut up." Zo's command is harsh and final. "You have two options. One, pick up the pistol and shoot yourself. Second, keep running, and I will kill you mercilessly. Although I prefer the second option, it's better to grant the person's last wish." Zo's words are laced with sadistic pleasure as he watches the man's trembling hands reach for the discarded weapon.

The man hesitates for a moment, his gaze filled with terror and desperation. But ultimately, the fear of a slow, painful death outweighs any other consideration. He picks up the pistol with trembling hands, tears mixing with the dirt on his face.

Zo steps back, his gaze unwavering as he watches the man raise the gun to his own temple. The alley is filled with an unbearable silence, broken only by the man's shallow, ragged breaths.

"Goodbye," Zo says, his voice devoid of any emotion. And then, without warning, the alley is once again filled with the deafening sound of a gunshot.

The man's lifeless body crumples to the ground, blood seeping into the cracked pavement. Zo's face remains impassive, his cruel resolve unshaken.

"Dispose of the body," he orders, turning to his right-hand man, Marco, who has watched the gruesome scene unfold without a flicker of emotion. "Make sure there's no trace left."

Marco nods, his expression as cold as Zo's. Without a word, he sets about the grim task of erasing any evidence of the man's existence, leaving behind only the chilling memory of Zo's merciless cruelty.

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At the stroke of midnight, Zo finds himself immersed in the tranquil embrace of the pool, his thoughts drifting amidst the sea of memories. The rippling water casts shimmering reflections under the moon's pale glow, and for a moment, he feels like he could lose himself in the past. The world seems to fade away, and only the gentle lull of the water remains.

Marco's arrival shatters the tranquility. "Lord, not getting sleep as usual," he remarks, settling on the edge of the pool, observing Zo's nocturnal swim.

"Yeah," Zo responds, his strokes slowing. "What brings you here now? I need my own time," he continues swimming, his irritation evident.

"I need to show you something. Perhaps it's the remedy for your sleeplessness," Marco says, his tone carrying a hint of urgency.

Zo pauses in the water, his curiosity piqued. "What's that?" He wades closer to Marco, his irritation giving way to curiosity.

"It's the list of the 100 girls to be auctioned tomorrow," Marco answers, presenting his phone to Zo.

Zo furrows his brow. "I have more than 100 girls in my harem. I'm not interested in any of them. Leave it," he says, intending to resume his swim.

"But there's one face. Just take a look," Marco insists. He displays a picture on his phone, and Zo's world comes to a standstill. He rushes to the pool's edge, focusing solely on the image.

"How can it be her? How?" Zo is overcome with shock and disbelief.

"It may or may not be her, but given the circumstances, it's her face," Marco explains calmly.

Zo's eyes well up with a mix of emotions, and he is overwhelmed. "Let's bring her here immediately." He storms out of the pool as if he could defy gravity.

"We can't bring her this way. The list has already been published. Breaking Mafia Law is not an option, and you're the Lord; you can't violate it," Marco cautions.

"Then arrange a place for me in the auction. I need to acquire her, no matter what," Zo declares with unwavering determination, his gaze still fixed on the picture, his thumb absentmindedly playing with the screen.

"Yes, Lord," Marco nods and turns to leave.

Zo halts him with another pressing question. "Are you sure it's her? I mean, the face. Because during the auction, we won't have a clear view due to the transparent mask on her face." He needs to be sure that it's not a trap or some cruel joke.

"The picture is authentic. I verified it before coming to you," Marco assures him.

Zo takes his phone and looks at his wallpaper, a sinister grin appearing on his face. He runs a hand through his wet hair.

"If it's you or even just your resemblance, everything belongs to me. I possess you, and I will own your doppelganger," Zo muses aloud, his eyes fixed on the night sky. "Prepare for an unrelenting sleeping partner, the enigmatic girl." His cruel and thrilling laughter echoes through the pool area, sending shivers down Marco's spine.

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Hello readers,

How's Zo's entry?

And whose pic is in Zo's wallpaper?

Can anyone guess it?

Waiting to know.

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[the next evening, auction day]

Author's POV -

A black Range Rover glides to a regal stop in front of the grandest hall in the city. The night is thick with tension as the wealthy elite gather for a secret auction, one that deals in lives rather than art or antiques. As the car's door opens, a dashing, breathtaking figure emerges, standing tall at 6 feet 2 inches. Every eye in the vicinity turns toward him, and a stunned hush falls over the crowd.

It's as if a lord has set foot on sacred ground, and in a way, he has. He is Vincenzo Salvatore, known as Zo, a name that sends shivers down spines and commands respect, fear, and obedience. His very presence has the power to paralyze those in his vicinity.

Beside him, Marco Santoro, his loyal right-hand man, moves with a silent grace, their unspoken communication a testament to their years of partnership. He murmurs, "We have located the girl, Lord. She's in position."

Zo acknowledges Marco's words with a subtle nod. His piercing gaze, cold and calculating, remains fixed on the opulent stage where a row of girls stands, their faces hidden behind delicate lace masks. Each one is a commodity, a pawn in the high-stakes game of the criminal underworld.

They take their seats. "Are you sure that it's her? Is it really her? Otherwise, I care a damn to be here," Zo whispers.

"Yes, Lord. It's her. Chiara DeMarco. That hopeless guy standing over there is her brother. Who has no other choice but to attend his own sister's auction." Marco shakes his head.

There are 100 girls. A few are already sold out. All are undoubtedly hot as their pieces of appeal are enough exposing. But one had captured Zo's attention from the moment she graced the stage-Chiara DeMarco. Her name had been whispered through the hall room's darkest corners, synonymous with defiance and resilience. She was a flame that could not be extinguished, a spirit unbroken by the harshest realities of their world.

Chiara DeMarco.

The auctioneer's voice rings out, his words laden with the weight of a sinister transaction. "Ladies and gentlemen, our next item for bid is Lot 42, the captivating Chiara DeMarco."

As the auctioneer's voice rings out, announcing the next item for bid, the captivating Chiara DeMarco, a shiver of anticipation ripples through the room. The bidding begins, the numbers climbing steadily as wealthy, ruthless men vie for ownership of Chiara's life.

Zo looks around. Maximum guys over here are drooling over Chiara's beauty. She has a mask on her face though it's transparent. The man at the next table is whispering that he wants this girl tonight on his bed and he is not going to leave her until she collapses.

Zo, however, is different. He watches, calculating, waiting for the opportune moment to make his move. The auctioneer's words hang in the air, laden with the sinister weight of a life-changing transaction.

And the auctioneer's voice echoes through the hall, and the bidding for Chiara DeMarco begins. The starting price is set at a staggering one million dollars, and it climbs rapidly as the room fills with the frenzied voices of the wealthy elite.

"One million dollars!" The auctioneer's voice carries a hint of excitement as he calls out the opening bid.

From the shadows, hidden beneath the brim of his black mask, Zo watches the proceedings with a cool detachment. He knows this is only the beginning, a mere warm-up for the bidding war that will ensue.

Two million dollars come from a portly man with a glistening forehead. He leers at Chiara with a predatory gaze, and Zo can't help but feel a surge of contempt for such vultures. But he keeps his emotions concealed behind a mask of indifference.

"Two million dollars," the auctioneer announces, and the amount is met with approving nods from the crowd.

The numbers continue to rise as if they're in a race against time. The room buzzes with excitement, the anticipation palpable. Zo's lips form a thin line as he watches the wealthy elite vie for Chiara's life, their greed, and desire laid bare.

"Five million dollars!" A voice from the back of the room calls out, and Zo's gaze narrows. It's clear that Chiara has captivated more than just his attention. But he has no intention of losing this bid.

With each successive offer, Zo remains patient. He knows that the true battle will be fought in the final moments when the stakes reach their zenith.

"Ten million dollars!" The bidding war shows no signs of slowing down. The atmosphere in the room crackles with a mixture of desire, avarice, and a dark hunger.

As the numbers climb higher and higher, Chiara's face remains hidden behind her transparent mask. Her eyes, however, are pools of defiance, and Zo can't help but admire her strength in the face of such a sinister spectacle.

"Twenty million dollars!" The voice of the portly man with the glistening forehead echoes through the hall. He's determined to claim Chiara, to possess her as if she were a rare and coveted prize.

Zo's jaw clenches. It's time to make his move, to signal his intent. The price has risen far enough, and now it's time to assert his dominance.

Chiara's face remains expressionless behind her mask, but her eyes betray a mixture of fear and determination. She refuses to be a passive participant in this horrifying spectacle. The room seems to hold its breath, waiting for the inevitable climax.

Zo double-clicks on his phone screen, and a face appears on the screen. His eyes well up, but he controls his tears.

Finally, when the price reaches an astronomical figure, Zo raises his hand, his voice cutting through the silence like a knife. "One billion dollars."

Gasps fill the room. No one has ever offered such an exorbitant sum for a single life. But for Zo, it's a small price to pay for the enigma that is Chiara DeMarco.

The auctioneer hesitates, then nods. "Sold to the gentleman in the black mask."

The gavel strikes, sealing Chiara's fate. She's now the property of Vincenzo Salvatore, the notorious Mafia Lord known as Zo.

As Chiara is escorted off the stage, her eyes lock with Zo's for a fleeting moment. In that instant, he sees a fire burning within her, a fire that he intends to make his own at any cost.

Maybe currently the time is in Zo's hands; however, it wasn't so easy by then when he needed to make a tough decision. Nonetheless, that decision seems to be always with him, forever.

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Hello readers,

And the story begins with Zo and Chiara where she is already owned by him.

What do you think?

How things will turn now?

Let me know your assumption.

Hehehehe...

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