Sold To The Domineering Mafia King

Cassandra's POV

I was drowning slowly in those ocean eyes staring back at me. I could see raging waves and the calmness of the ocean at the same time. There was passion, there was danger, there was hatred, there was anger yet I could see solace, they were filled with malice yet I could feel the benevolence, they were ecstatically beautiful but intimidating, cold, lonely, and...broken.

They have kept me in such a bone-chilling trance that I forgot I am standing bare feet only in sheer white lingerie on a pedestal surrounded by a crowd bidding on me and a man standing at the next podium repeating how an eighteen-year-old brunette with creamy skin and long dark hair can atone for a sex toy. The pedestal was rotating very slowly for the crowd to get a good and lasting look at my whole profile. I was covered with heavy layers of makeup and blood-red lip color. My hair was tied up in a high bun with a few strands freed from the bun so that the nape of my neck could easily be visible to the potential buyers that's one of the sweet spots. However, I doubt any spot of my body was left invisible in this almost transparent babydoll lingerie I am wearing.

At that moment I forgot everything. The only thing I could see were those icy blue eyes. It felt like they had hypnotized me in a trance.

I could not see his face as he was standing in the dark and the spotlight's reflection was on his eyes. The eyes that were piercing through my soul said that they would either be my destruction or my haven. Or both? Who is he?

Suddenly my trance was broken as the room became dark and I was taken down the pedestal backstage where I saw the man who was my nightmare. I never hated anyone as much as I hated Alex.

Alex Pedro is a man with a beauty that could make you drool. He is the man you see in movies. Sharp features, dark eyes, well-built, and a smile to die for. His blazer gets curved along with his toned muscles. Tattoos peep from his wrist which has the diamond-studded platinum Rolex. The man reeks of class. A rich handsome businessman. What more to ask in a man, right? What you can't see behind this quintessential deamonaur, is his black, heinous, pathetic soul. The soul of a deranged monster.

He tore me apart and he was the reason why I was in this hell hole waiting to be sold. I was mentally picturing myself killing him when he broke the silence with the words I could have never imagined, not in my worst nightmares. Yes, not even the woman standing to be bid on the thought of such a possibility "I must confess that I felt just enough regret to have taken your virginity when I decided to auction you off, because you know virgin stock always gives you the best returns, but now I feel satisfied that I had that taste since now I have to 'gift' you to the Dom" I looked at him with wide eyes and I blurted "What the hell are you saying? What do you mean by gift? What Dom?" "I am saying that you my little dove have been chosen by the Dom, he laid his eyes on you, and wants you. Now we all know he gets what he wants, always". He replied as if stating a fact. Witnessing the question marks in my eyes he continued in a tone as if he was mocking me "Don't tell me you haven't heard of him. He is the Capo of the Italian Mafia. He rules the underworld drugs cartels, smuggling of arms, gold, diamonds, extortion, gambling, trafficking, killing, and stuff, you get it, right?" He said slowly as if talking to a four-year-old, I rolled my eyes at his stupid manner as he continued, "His word is law in our world and my dove he wants you now so that's what he is going to get from me".

I was gobsmacked. It's not that no one has ever heard of the Italian Mafia ruling the city, the Castro brothers have made their presence known in New York City very well. Moreover, I have heard Alex talk about them a lot. He always seems like a fan. I have heard him telling stories about Dom and his brother. All flattered on the 'badass stuff' as he used to put it, they do. Bragging about their casinos and clubs. Rather I should say their strip clubs and strippers. He used to tell on his poker table how Dom had taken over everything arms, drugs, basically anything to everything. I came to know his forte was more smuggling arms, diamonds, and stuff plus gambling, killing, and extortion, and his brother took care of the drug cartel, again courtesy to Alex for this information. Though he never told me directly I was generally in an earful distance to know. He told that the Castros were not the hierarchical mafia family but the Dom is a made man and apparently carved his way on top to be the king and now he rules the Mafia world with his younger brother, but you do not think you will be crossing paths with them. Why the Dom want me? Where the hell has he even seen me? Was he here? All these questions were circling me but the only thought that was scaring me to hell was Dom's reputation.

He was known to be a ruthless monster. It is known that he kills without remorse, his wrath is known to be terrifying, they say he will crush you before you know it, he has so much power and is so merciless that everyone fears him but why does a man like that want me?

My fear got the best of me and I almost begged Alex, the one thing I promised myself I would never do anymore, "No, Don't do this Alex, Don't send me to him. How can you do this to me? I am your best friend's daughter for God's sake!" I exclaimed. "Step-daughter, may I correct? Plus you are forgetting you are the one who killed him," he stated looking at his watch as if getting bored. "It was an accident and you are the reason for that and you know it". I retorted with anger lacing my voice. "And this is me not giving a fuck" he said strolling towards me. "Look, Dove, it's not in my hands, even if I want to keep you, I am not going to make an enemy out of Dom for you", he stated the obvious.

He was scared of Dom, his fear was visible in his eyes, and that made me fear Dom even more because if a man like Alex Pedro who is known for being the deadliest gang leader at such a young age, who is practically involved in everything illegal and always gets away with that, is scared of this man, its only intelligent to fear him yourself.

Cassandra's POV

Alex asked me to follow him to the dressing room again where he brought me earlier before the auction. Mabel was still there preparing other girls for the same. I felt an ache for the girl as she left the room in the same white lingerie I was wearing with the same man who took me. I know she was about to replace me in the auction because I have sold already.

I am still not able to process whether standing in that auction was more dreadful or being given as a gift to the Dom. Either way, I am doomed for hell but maybe there was the slightest chance that a sane person would have bought me rather than the Devil himself.

"Get her dressed in something classy, Dom wants her that way" Alex's voice brought me back to reality. Mabel gave a simple nod and started shuffling the closet of this so-white parlor room, I guess looking for a classy dress in a whorehouse must be a difficult job. Why is everything so white in this room? It is said that white depicts purity... Ughhh, it just made me hate Alex even more. And why classy, for someone who is picking a girl from an auction, what does it matter? But I was too scared to think about that. My irritation rose as I heard Alex's voice laced with smug "While you dress her up feel free to share some tips, you too have creamed his sheets." He said to Mabel with a smirk implying that she had slept with Dom. "What can I say, he always has the eyes for my most precious ones" he gave me a once over with a wink. "Trust me the tremble in her walk the next morning proved that she got to know him pretty well that night." He whispered coming closer to me as he passed me towards the door. "Anyways friendly advice for you know old times sake" he spoke over the shoulder before closing the door behind him "Don't disrespect him and you will live. Don't push him, you know they say calling him Satan is an insult to Satan, so try to be on his good side". He said while closing the door as he left. Wow, he just increased my fear 10 times by his lame attempt.

"He is an aggressive man, he will be less rough if you obey him" I heard Mabel speaking for the first time as she lay down a black dress on the white dressing stool. She was a redhead her eyes were dark brown and always had this blank expression. She was dressed in a long white gown and she spoke in a low graceful voice. Too modest for someone whose job is to dress whores, but guess that the picture they portray, like the white in this room, hypocrites, I mentally rolled my eyes. "You look too innocent to get trapped in this mafia shit but you are...different...with this innocent beauty, I could see why Dom wants you," she spoke again with pity in her eyes, before I could even ask her to help me not that she would have, her eyes masked again her usual blank stare.

All I could think was that she had sex with Dom. A part of me wanted to ask who he was. I mean I never saw him, I Don't know how he looks, for all I know he could be a 40-year-old man. I Don't know why but whenever I heard about him in Alex's conversations I always pictured a George Clooney sitting in a grey suit in some Upper East Side buildings. I mean he rules the underworld he can't be younger. But right now more than his age, I am scared of how long I am alive considering his impatient temper. I wanted to ask Mabel if he was actually that dangerous but before I could ever get over my agony to form a sentence she said "Also I have heard that Dom has a thing for brunettes" she commented and there goes the pity "You should get changed, why keep them waiting". She said while handing over the dress to me.

She left after doing her job and I stared at my reflection in the mirror. She had dolled me up as per Dom's preferences. The dress was simple yet elegant. It is a sleeveless fitted black lace dress that is sensual without revealing too much. It ends just above my knees paired with blood red pumps which I think are 6 inches because they started killing my feet as soon as I wore them, she straightened my hair, makeup was subtle with light blush and nude lip gloss. Thankfully she has not put on the whorish red lip color in which she dressed me earlier this evening but then I guess this is "something classy".

She said I am beautiful, "beautiful" a word every girl wants to hear, the same word which has become a curse for me. Though, I do look beautiful but yet empty. The girl staring back at me has empty eyes and a broken soul. Long gone the 5year old who was playing carelessly with the hem of her princess dress planning a new prank on her younger brother.

The sound of a whistle made me turn from the mirror and the memory lane I was strolling in and I saw Alex standing at the door frame lusting over my body. "You have no idea how painful it is to stop myself from tearing that dress off and fuck your sexy ass right here my dove". His cheap and poisonous words tore the silence of the room. I rolled my eyes with utmost disgust. He acknowledged my eye roll with his irritating laughter and said "You seem ready" he commented. "You Don't forget your promise" I retorted. "Ah... c'mon dove. You can trust me," he said with a fake smile and crossed his heart. "Let's go then". He said winking at me.

Let's go then, I wish I could go back to being that little girl in that mirror who was laughing with her dad at her brother drenched in mud whining to mom in the playground. I wonder if I could laugh like that again. I looked back to the mirror one last time and I could still see and still hear the echo of laughter on a Sunday morning, Dad joking around, Mom complaining over my tantrums over breakfast cereals, my little weirdo playing with his basketball. Every step that I take towards Alex and away from that mirror, the sounds, the laughter, the figures everything is becoming blurred, like I am losing my life like the sand from my fist. As Alex closed the door of that white room it felt like the last strand of sand fell too no matter how strongly I held on to it.

How does losing someone make you lose yourself?

Cassandra's POV

What is this place? I thought as I glanced from the tinted windows of the black SUV. I saw a Mansion in the middle of nowhere. It's surrounded by the woods, how far is this place from the city? I thought.

"That's it. We are here". We are here Alex's words came ringing through my ears. But where is it here? "What's this place?" I asked looking at the mansion when one of two Alex's men who accompanied us dragged me out of the SUV. The other one stayed in the van. Yes and as weird as it sounds Alex drove me there. Generally, buyers collect the girls from the auction house or at least that is what I was being told before I was sent to Mabel to dress up. But I guess this is Dom's power that Alex has driven me here, wherever the hell "here" is.

I was admiring the house while taking steps towards it. It's so beautiful and big and aloof and..." it's Dom's home" Alex broke my train of thought and just in a moment my feet refused to move ahead. It wasn't a surprise, I mean I knew I was being taken to Dom but still hearing it made me immobile in shock

Every step was becoming impossible. Every breath was becoming impossible. It seems like I am hyperventilating I am breathing too fast and yet it isn't enough. It felt like my every step was taking me to hell. Then I felt another push on my back probably a sign to move fast and sooner than I thought the doors of my new hell opened.

I Don't know what I was expecting. A gunfire or a gunman or an old ruthless arrogant suited man, I mean what's with these criminals and suits, I had never seen Alex wearing anything but a suit all I know is I wasn't expecting a girl's voice greeting us. "Benvenuto a casa, Signore, Signorina [Welcome home, Sir and Miss]," she said something before moving from the door to let us pass. I guess she greeted us in Italian.

"Dom must be expecting us, would you please take us to him," Alex said to the girl. Sì, da questa parte Signore she replied. [Yes, this way sir]

We entered a vintage décor home, yes home. To my surprise, it does give you a vibe of "a home" which I did not expect with a mansion with so many suited gunmen roaming around.

They were all dressed in black trousers and shirts with black ties and black waistcoats, maybe some sort of bodyguard uniform. They all carried guns and had a Bluetooth earpieces inserted in their ears.

For a moment I forgot that my fate is doomed and this warmth is not of my home. "Hurry up, can't keep the Dom waiting" and Alex's words were enough to bring me back to the harsh reality. It is Dom's home and I am a "gift" to him which I am pretty sure means that I am here just to be one of his 100 whores, that too if he didn't kill me by losing his temper. One thing he is known for is his short temper.

Sooner than I realized I was standing in a living room and there they were again. Those intoxicating blue eyes.

Eyes that I saw at the auction house. It brought the same rush back. It felt like they were draining me of oxygen. They were on me like they could look right through my soul. Those eyes were daring me to look away. They had some sort of control over me. I was trapped again just like that I couldn't look away. It's like everything else is a blur. I couldn't see anything, not the vintage furniture, not the fire building, nor did I notice that there was more than one person in the room, that there was a woman in a deep red baby doll outfit kneeling beside a man's foot. There were voices, they were talking, but what, I could hear voices but couldn't make out the words.

He was sitting right in front of me. He is the most beautiful man I ever saw. He was so devastatingly handsome. He screams of danger. And I was drawn to him like a moth is drawn to the flame. He had dark hair, and an angular face with an ideal jawline. His tanned skin only complimented his eyes. In a casual white shirt and rugged blue jeans, he was looking like perfection.

I didn't even feel the tug on my arm when Alex's man who accompanied us inside pushed me in front. It's like I was floating in another dimension. Then a ringing gunshot brought me back to my senses and I saw blood on my foot and the man who pushed me was dead. I was shocked my jaw dropped as I was contemplating how he died when Alex's words had my attention "Why did you kill him, Dom, he was one of my good men" and I saw to whom he is addressing. No!!!! He is the Dom.

How can someone so young rule the Mafia, I mean he looked even younger than Alex, and to my surprise, he wasn't even wearing a suit, that's the first. I was still holding my thoughts when Dom stood up with a gun in his hand and replied in a husky voice "Your 'good man' has touched what's mine". My eyes widened and my jaw dropped as I kept looking at him, that was the most psychotic thing I thought anyone could hear. He killed him because he touched me, is he kidding? He just saw me moments ago. Is he crazy?

"But he was trying to bring her closer to you, you could have given a warning at least," Alex said looking at his now so-dead man. And then I saw Dom raise his gun and there was another shot, instinctively I brought my hands to my ears, and in a matter of seconds Alex was on the floor tackling his leg where Dom shot him. "That was your warning, no one speaks to me like that," Dom said with gritted teeth as he put his foot on Alex's wound until he cried out "Yes Dom!"

"Alex!!!"

I Don't know why but I screamed Alex's name. Bad decision. Dom looked at me and I knew it was a bad decision. I was terrified and took a step backward as he came towards me. In the blink of an eye, I felt a stinging sensation on my left cheek and I fell on the floor. My hand went up to the pain spot and I realized he slapped me.

No one has ever slapped me that hard. I am sure that I lost consciousness for a second and came back only when I felt a pain in my scalp. He pulled my hair in his fist so hard that I was looking right into his cold eyes as he crouched in front of me and said in his deep husky voice "Don't ever do that again" Do what? I didn't understand but I dare not ask whatever psychotic reasoning he has. I was too shocked and terrified to reason anyway. Dom looked at me for a moment, it seemed his anger fading just a little but then I felt cold metal against my skin. My eyes moved with his hand as Dom trailed his gun along my forehead to my chin. I was dead, wow I couldn't make a night even, I thought as I felt the hot barrel against my lips and he said "Open". One word but it had so much dominance in it that I couldn't defy him and I opened my lips "Wider" he said as he pushed the gun inside past my teeth. I could feel the metal taste on my tongue. He pulled my hair tilting my head a little backward as he pushed the gun slightly more it felt like it touched my throat. "Wider," he said again. I open my mouth even wider. "Roll your tongue on the length of the gun and stick it out" I tried to do what he said but I couldn't. He tilted his gun a bit and "Do it now". I tried and a whimper escaped me as I barely got my tongue to do what he wanted. My eyes closed in the attempt. "Look at me" he commanded and my eyes flew open. My teary eyes looked into his cold ones "Cry" he said. My eyes go wide at his demand. How can someone ask you to cry at command? Yet he did. Maybe because he can see my tears on the verge of escaping my eyes. He repeated in a stern tone like losing patience "Cry. Now" and as the words left his lips my tears left my eyes strolling down my cheeks. I did cry. He took out the gun, I sighed in relief but that was short-lived as he pulled me closer to him with my hair, if that's even possible, and whispered in my ears something that I couldn't have expected "Beautiful". He lifted me up with his hand wrapped around my waist and another still holding my hair. He took a step back and I stumbled getting my footing. "Sandra!" He called and the same girl who opened the door came inside the living room "Take her to my room, I will be there in a moment," he said. "Sì Dom," she said and then she asked me to come with her " Come, Signorina". Not that I have to be told twice, I followed her. Though I know she is taking me to his room and that couldn't do any good to me right now I would do anything to escape him even if that escape would be for a moment. I needed to breathe.

We took a flight of stairs when I noticed her for the first time. She is a young girl around my age or even younger. She wore a long cream crochet dress and had long blonde curly hair that was tied in a side braid with these dove eyes. She sure is an Italian and the only thing about this place that hasn't given me chills in my spine. She opened a door at the end of the stairwell and motioned me to enter saying "This is his room, no one is allowed in his room except his brother and now I guess you Signorina. Go ahead and make yourself comfortable, Dom will come to you" she said with a smile. A genuine smile. Does she not know who Dom is? How can she use comfortable and Dom in the same sentence? She had this sweet smile and sparkle in her eyes whenever she said Dom like she was referring to someone she admired. How can a girl who reeks of innocence like her can admire a Devil like him? What is she even doing here?

I drove that thought away and stepped inside the room and she closed the door behind me.