Don Raffaele's Property

Evelyn's Pov

"Do you have to go now? We haven't eaten your cake yet," Dalia complained, pouting as I put on my sneakers. I felt a pang of guilt for leaving her, but I remembered my birthday outing with my dad and got excited.

"Dad is taking me out for my birthday," I said with excitement.

Dalia's face fell, and she held my hand tightly. "Can I come with you?" she asked, looking up at me with her big, cute puppy eyes which I couldn't resist, so I nodded, and we both ran outside to meet my dad.

I quickly grabbed my small backpack, stuffing it with some snacks and my favorite book, just in case. You never know when you might need something on a long trip.

As we reached the car, I told my dad, "Dad, Dalia is coming with us!" But my dad's expression turned stern, and he said, "I'm sorry, Evelyn, Dalia can't come with us, but she can come to your party this evening."

I felt a surge of excitement at the mention of a party. Maybe, just maybe, my family was finally going to give me the love and attention I deserved. I hadn't felt that in a long time.

Dalia's face fell, but she waved goodbye as my dad started driving. "Dalia, I will see you tonight, don't forget to bring my cake along," I shouted before she left my view.

I couldn't keep my excitement. "Dad, where are we going?" I dared to ask.

"You will find out soon," he replied, his eyes fixed on the road.

"Is there really a party for me?" I asked.

"Yes," that was all he said. Maybe it was a surprise, and he didn't want to ruin it. I love surprises. I haven't gotten any surprises, but I would love to have one from my family.

As we drove further away from the city, I started to feel a bit uneasy. But I trusted my dad, so I kept quiet. As I watched the unfamiliar route, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.

After a while, my dad said, "Evelyn, there is a dress in the bag behind you. Put it on." I squealed with delight, "Yay! New clothes!" I quickly changed into the clothes. It was my favorite colors, yellow and white.

"Dad, are we almost there?" I was tired of the long silence and drive.

"Very soon, Evelyn. It is almost over," he turned to me. For a minute I saw hatred and despair in his eyes, but he quickly smiled and continued driving.

Why would he hate me? I am his child, his blood, he can't hate me. Blood don't hate. He loves me; if not, he wouldn't be taking me out on a birthday outing.

He might not have been the best dad to me but he has always provided for me. I must be seeing things due to my excitement.

As we continued driving, I started to feel hungry and tired. "Dad, I am hungry," I complained, but he didn't respond.

He just kept checking his phone. I noticed a deep line of worry on his forehead, something I hadn't seen before.

The car slowed down, and I thought we had arrived, but then I saw three black cars parked in the middle of the road.

My heart started racing as I saw scary men in black standing in front of our car. The atmosphere felt thick like something bad was about to happen.

"Dad, what is happening?" I asked, scared of the men.

"Don't move until I tell you to," he said, his expression stern, before leaving the car.

I watched as my dad stood in front of an old man and they started talking. He gave my dad a briefcase and my dad turned to the car, signaling for me to come down.

I was too scared to move. A man with a cruel grin came forward and dragged me out of the car. "Daddy, Daddy," I screamed, kicking and struggling with tears streaming down my face.

I was able to break free and I ran to hide behind my dad. "Dad, please don't let them take me."

The old man loomed over me, his eyes cold and heartless. "Get up, kid," he growled.

My dad didn't even flinch. He just took the briefcase and turned away, leaving me in the hands of these terrifying men.

A part of me hoped he was just pretending and would come back to save me, but deep down, I knew the truth.

I turned and ran after him but he had entered the car. "Daddy, please don't leave me; I won't disturb you and Mum again, please, Dad," I begged, but he didn't listen to me. He drove off. The tears streaming down my eyes increased.

I felt a hand on my arm and I was dragged. The man who dragged me out of the car threw me to the ground, and I scraped my knee on the rough asphalt. I cried out in pain and fear.

What did they want with me? Why was my dad doing this?

"You, my little spitfire, have a flame I need and don't like personally, but you will be very useful. You will be very taken care of and tamed," the old man said. "Take her away." He ordered the men.

A man came forward and dragged me to one of the tinted cars. After a while, I was tied, gagged, and blindfolded before being thrown into a van.

I was physically drained. My tears had long dried and I couldn't cry again. Nothing mattered to me any more than my survival. As I lay in the back of the van, bruised and exhausted, my mind raced with thoughts of escape.

I wouldn't let them take me. I had to find a way out, no matter what. A part of me hoped that my dad would come back for me and another part of me knew I wasn't going to be saved.

My body was without a soul, my heart was void and I was hollow. My dad exchanged me for money with these men.

He sold me! I am just a kid, an innocent kid. I felt pain as I was rolling and hitting my back and head on what felt like a pole and the corner of the van.

I said blood doesn't hate, but it is a lie. Hate runs deeper when it is blood.

I hate my dad, my mum, and my siblings, I hate them all. I will make them pay- my family and the old man, that is my promise

Evelyn's Pov

Years later

As the van jolted to a stop, I felt every bump and shake with intensified pain. The cold, hard reality of my situation was sinking in as I was hauled out of the vehicle.

Blindfolded and bound, I could only rely on my other senses. I could hear the other girls curse and groan beside me.

There were five men with us in the van. Two at the front, three with us at the back. Their occasional mutterings helped me gauge their positions.

The ground beneath me was gravelly and uneven, and the chill in the air stung against my skin.

The van stopped and I felt the rough hands of one of the men guided me up a set of steps along with the other girls.

I had never been out of the 'factory' so I didn't know where we were going, but I could hear the faint whispers of the other girls, some of whom seemed familiar with the procedure. It appeared they had been through this before.

My captor turned and guided me to another way making me part ways with the other girls. I wanted to ask where he was taking me, but I knew that in this place, questions were often met with silence, and eventually, I would find out.

The opening of a door awakens my senses. He forced me into a kneeling position on the cold floor.

After what felt like an eternity, the blindfold was removed. I squinted against the harsh light of the room, trying to adjust.

The room was lavishly decorated, with high ceilings and opulent furnishings that contrasted starkly with my grim situation.

The room was silent except for the faint hum of an air conditioner.

A tall, imposing figure stood in the center of the room, his back to me. His presence was commanding, and even without seeing his face, I could feel the power he wielded.

"Hello, my spitfire, we meet again." My heart paused, that voice. It was the same voice I heard just before being sent to the 'factory' ten years ago.

Slowly, he turned, and his face was shown to me. The old man who had sealed my fate years ago.

His face was older, with streaks of gray in his black hair, but his dangerous aura still revolved around him. Despite his age, I knew the threat he posed was still very real.

"My little package, I see you have become what I need; Doctor did a great job on you"

I couldn't agree less, Doctor did work well on me.

"Sorry I didn't introduce myself to you years back but it is rather late than never, I am Domenico Romano"

The anger and hatred that bubbled inside me were almost overwhelming. If my hands and legs weren't bound, I would have struck him.

He ruined my life, well my Dad did but I didn't forget the promise I made ten years ago. I just needed the right opportunity.

"You, my spitfire are going for the auction so put what you have learned to good use, you have gotten the best shape for it"

He apprised me from head to toe with a look of satisfaction in his eyes, while I maintained an emotionless stare.

His smirk grew as he seemed pleased by my lack of reaction. In the factory, we were taught many things to prepare us for this very moment, and it seemed I was now expected to put that training to use.

"Take her to the dressing room with the other girls and give her to Violet," he ordered, and the black sac was put over my face again before I was led away.

*****

The black sac was pulled from my head and my bonds freed from me. My eyes narrowed against the blinding light.

The room was filled with racks of clothing, mirrors, and bright lights. The air was filled with a mix of expensive perfume and the faint scent of fabrics.

A tall woman with a sharp feature stood in front of me with a smile. "Welcome to the dressing room; I am Violet; you must be the new one. How are you holding up?" she asked

"Fine," I answered, and she guided me to a large changing area. As I walked, I saw other girls being prepped and dressed.

They gave me cautious glances but said nothing.

"What size are you?" She asked raking through some items of clothing.

"I don't know," I answered and she turned to me surprisingly.

Should have I known? I was used to baggy clothes so I didn't bother to find out.

She inspected me before turning back. "I have the right one for you, strip down; we need to get you into this beauty here," she said, holding a sleek, elegant black dress.

I hesitated for a moment before removing my clothes. She examined me scrutinizingly, nodding as she took in my appearance.

"You have got a good build,'' she said and helped me into the dress. If only she knew how I got my body.

We were made to eat and become fat before we started burning the fats out in some places and retaining fats in some places.

She gave me a delicate silver necklace and small stud earrings. She gave me black stiletto heels to pair with it and I sat down to get my makeup done.

"So you are the new one Domenico told me about. Domenico has high hopes for you. Let's see what you have got"

"I don't care about his hopes. Just let me get this over with" I replied.

She smiled at me "You have got the spirit. That is good, you will need it. Let's make sure you are presentable"

As Violet finished her work, she stepped back and admired her handwork. "There you go, you look presentable.

Remember, always keep your head down, do as you are told, and you might just get through this," she said like she has said it a thousand times.

"I am not here to blend in," I said while she gave me a shocked look.

"Well, you have got some attitude and I guess that is what interested Domenico," With that, she gestured for me to follow her.

As we walked towards the door, I took a last look in the mirror. The reflection staring back at me was unfamiliar.

My makeup was bold with smoky eyes and red lipstick while my hair was styled in soft wares.

I have never looked like that and I love it. The girls were dressed differently from me but I didn't mind it.

Along with the other girls, I followed the men backstage. Before I could receive my number, one of the men came and pulled me aside.

"Excuse me," I said, taking his hands off me. "You are not going with them," he said

"Then why am I here?" I asked.

"You will know that soon," I watch the girls go out for the auction.

It was crazy that the auction was for fun for the other mafia lords. I watch as the mafias bid for a girl of their choice.

This was what he needed us for, to become sex toys for the mafias, to bring more power and wealth to him.

*****

Violet came in and took my attention. "Domenico is asking for you," she said, without waiting for my reply; she took me with her with a man walking behind us.

We got to a big brown door and she opened it and pushed me inside. I nearly lost my footing but I steadied myself before I could fall.

I turned to give her the piece of my mind but she shut the door in my face.

"Ass****," I muttered.

"She is yours now, Raffaele" I heard Domenico's voice before I saw him.

"She was made for you"

"I don't want her," The new voice was deep, smooth, and commanding. The Italian accent sent shivers down my spine.

And I knew that instant that things were going to change for me. And if he hadn't noticed it, it was going to change for Domenico.

Evelyn's Pov

"It is your turn now," the handler said. I was the only one remaining for the auction, and my encounter with Domenico couldn't seem to leave my head.

*****

"Son, you have to want her. You know what is at stake for you," Domenico said and looked at me.

"Spitfire, come here"

While I could feel the tension in the room, I could also feel his son's rigid demeanor.

I took a few steps forward and stopped beside his son. "I don't care, Dominenco. I won't accept anything from you," Hearing him speak to Domenico that way filled me with happiness.

He doesn't have a good relationship with his son. That should be a bad thing but it was a good thing for me to watch.

I finally got a good look at Domenico's son. He stood tall and imposing, exuding an aura of raw power and authority.

His chiseled features were striking- high cheekbones, a strong jawline, and piercing blue eyes that seemed to cut through the very soul of anyone who dared to meet his gaze.

His dark hair was perfectly styled without a hair out of place. His tuxedo hugged his body showing off the muscles of his broad shoulder and chest.

As his eyes landed on me, I felt a shiver run down my spine. There was a cold, calculated look in those eyes, mixed with a hint of something else- curiosity.

His lips pressed into a thin line, betraying no emotion, yet his very stillness was intimidating as if he was a predator assessing its prey, but there was something about him that made it hard to breathe.

Domenico's son turned back to his father. "You think parading another girl in front of me is going to change anything? I will not be a part of your sick games."

Domenico's eyes narrowed. "This isn't a game, Raffaele. It is survival. And you will do what is necessary."

"By what is necessary? You mean giving a girl to me?" He asked sarcastically.

"She has all the qualities to breed an heir for you."

Hearing Domenico made me look at him. So not only a sex toy but also a baby machine.

My hatred for him increased. And I was happy I wasn't the only one who hated him, his son also hates him.

"Don't call me, Dominenco," Raffaele said, walking towards the door.

"You accept my gift, or I marry your sister off," Domenico threatened, and Raffaele paused.

"Bastardo" he cursed in Italian before leaving the room in anger. It seems the old man knows how to get under his skin.

The guard that followed me came in and took me away from the office at Domenico's order.

*****

I was given a black mask to wear, unlike the other girls who went to the stage without it. I guess it is because I am Domenico's special one like Violet said.

The blinding lights prevented me from seeing the audience, but their noise indicated they were numerous.

The bid started when I heard a voice shout "One million," I scoffed at the lame bid. Is that how much I am worth? My dad sold me for Twenty million dollars as a child, and I am grown now; I am worth more.

Wondering how I knew? Some guards really have loose mouths, I heard some guards talking about it the night I was taken to the factory.

"Five million," another voice shouted.

"Ten million,"

"Twenty million,"

"Twenty-five million,"

The bidding continued to escalate, each new bid punctuating the air with a mix of excitement and tension. I could feel the intensity of the room rise with every shout.

The mask made me feel even more detached from the spectacle as if I were an object rather than a person.

Suddenly, a commanding voice cut through the noise, "One billion." The room fell silent. I felt a chill run down my spine. This was not just any bid; this was a statement of power and possession.

"One billion dollars, going once, going twice, sold!" the auctioneer declared. The finality of the hammer's fall echoed in my ears.

As I was led off the stage, my mind raced. That was Raffaele. I couldn't see him, but I recognized his silky Italian accent.

I thought he wasn't going to agree with his father. What changed?

"Come with me," a voice interrupted my thoughts, and I saw Raffaele in front of me.

He gripped my wrist tightly and dragged me along. What is it with the dragging?

"I can walk," I said, pulling my hand away. He looked at me, his expression unreadable.

"I know," he replied, leaving my hand and continuing to walk ahead of me.

I followed his lead, even though I wanted to make a run for it. Something was compelling about him. Maybe it was the hatred he had for his father or the commanding presence he carried.

I could use him to get to Dominenco. He wouldn't mind if I killed his father, right? That was what I was trained for to seduce, fight, kill, and destroy.

Domenico made me like this, and he should be the first to burn from my flame. But not too soon, I needed the right opportunity, and his son would help me get it.

I caught up to Raffaele inside his car. Wow, the vehicle was beautiful and classy. I hadn't seen any cars since I was little. Things had changed a lot.

It felt like I was from another world where civilization hadn't occurred.

"Will you get in, or should I leave you?" His voice snapped me back to reality, and I got into the passenger seat.

"Aren't you worried I would run?" I asked him.

"You can't run from me," he stated, starting the car.

What he didn't know was that I could run and hide well. I stared outside as he drove, pleased with what I saw.

He drove to the outskirts of the city, and a big metal gate opened, letting us in. The house was massive.

My family was wealthy, and we lived in a luxurious mansion, but it wasn't as big as this. This was three times bigger than my father's house.

I walked behind him into the house. For a mafia's house, it was quiet. Two men and a lady came out when we entered.

"Raff, we need you to check something," the guy with a glass of wine said while they all gazed at me.

"Take care of her," he told the lady and went off with the guys.

"Come with me," she said, and I followed her.

"This is where you will stay until Raffaele decides what to do with you." The room was big and clean, painted in white.

"Is there a room painted black?" I asked, eyeing the white walls.

"This is the room prepared for you," she said rudely and left me.

White was my best color, but there were a lot of events attached to this color. The clothes were getting on my nerves, so I went inside the bathroom to undress and bathe.

After spending some minutes in the bathroom, trying to figure out how to operate the things inside, I was finally done.

Walking out of the bathroom I saw Raffaele by my bedside, holding the jewelry I had removed. "What are you doing here?" I asked when I came out of the bathroom.

"I want to make an agreement with you," he said, standing straight and looking into my eyes, making my heart skip a beat.