Sold To The Mafia Boss

ELEANOR

"Fuck! Eleanor we have to go!" Lucy yelled as they were just about starting. "Let's go please, we can't let that pig Mr. Paulo meet us here."

I certainly did not want Mr. Paulo to meet me still in the backroom trying to get my makeup properly done. Both I and the rest of the other girls were to be put on sale tonight. Yes, on sale.

I was dressed in a short black body con dress going way above my knees, almost revealing my entire thighs as a means to entice whoever would buy me tonight. I hated wearing these revealing outfits but I had to bring myself to put them on because that was what Mr. Paulo ordered. Some of the other girls had put on dresses even shorter than mine so it seemed I turned out a bit lucky in getting the one I was given to wear.

We all lined up to be addressed by Mr. Paulo, the fat and immensely greedy man who ran this empire.

"Ascoltare girls, it is yet another time to go and make yourselves some money and make me even a lot more," a filthy smirk stirred up from his once rigid face as his eyes assessed us all, taking delight in seeing the dresses he had us wear.

Surely they were going to attract the number of uncultured and ill-mannered lot that sat at the auction room waiting for us to be revealed.

This was not the life I had dreamt of living-being sold to horny lot of men for money, but my life took to a deadly turn of events.

Our family was doing well until my dad lost his job and my mother left us right after.

We managed to feed because I dropped out of school, almost emptied my savings and worked several jobs in order to assist paying the bills and keeping us afloat, but my dad gave up like a coward and mysteriously ran away as well. Our lives only became worse from there.

My sister fell sick and was diagnosed with cancer and that was when it all came crashing down. I emptied my savings trying to keep up with her medications but it wasn't too long before I had nothing left and the jobs I worked were no longer meeting up with life's demands.

I began searching for alternative jobs and soon I found out about a man named Paulo who was rumoured to help girls my age by giving them jobs. I went ahead to try my luck hoping I could get him to give me a job as well but I never thought it would turn out to be something this repulsive.

I wanted to decline the offer and search for something else but when I got my first payment upfront, I knew I had to stay if I wanted my little sister to remain alive.

The hallroom had a warm and inviting elegance that matched the distinguished crowd gathered inside as softly glowing candles placed in polished candelabras filled the room with a pleasant fragrance.

The deep red table linens added a touch of richness, complementing the overall setting.

There was something almost magnetic about the atmosphere-a quiet but unmistakable energy that you could feel as soon as you walked in. It was the kind of room where you knew something important was about to happen.

"Benvenuti, stimati signori! The time we have all been waiting for has finally arrived. But firstly, some entertainment before our girls, and your possible properties for this year are unveiled!" Mr. Paulo addressed, signifying the start of the evening.

The auction kicked off with a bunch of ballerinas dressed in what seemed like swimsuits-the kind of entertainment deemed appropriate for the fancy events of the millionaires and few billionaires present, and shortly after, the auction began.

It finally dawned on me when it got to my turn to be sold what path I was about to go take just to ensure my little sister Matilda did not die of cancer.

"7 million!" One of the men yelled out with pride. "Anyone else willing to take it higher?" The chairman asked, hoping for someone to pay for me with a higher price. It's an auction so the highest bidder takes the win.

My heart raced as I could hear different dogs for men take the prices higher and higher to acquire me as their property. Each time someone took the price higher, my heart would almost drop into my stomach as anxiety filled me up. Who was going to be my master?

I had heard different stories from some of my colleagues about the type of men that came here-especially how they treated them like objects for sex and nothing else. We were told we'd be sold for maids but there was more to it than that and I found out more as I hung around till I was 'ready for the business' according to Mr. Paulo.

Lucy was the only one amongst all the other ladies that I could call a friend because we saw eye to eye and had a similar kind of background-she was also the bread winner of her family as well.

The rest of the other ladies were just in it for the money. I knew this because they often spoke on how easily they'd open up their gateways for their owners, and I was filled with utter disgust each time I heard them discuss such topic.

They were so shameless, ugh!

"19 million!" another one gloated. They sure had money to spend on drugs, alcohol and women than help the poor on the streets. These variety of men seemed ruthless and the kind of men that wouldn't really care.

"19 million!" the chairman echoed back. "19 million, anyone that can match up with that? Going, going, go-"

"FIFTY MILLION!" A voice yelled and swallowed the entire ruckus in the room leading to absolute silence.

My heart really did drop way into my stomach this time around. Who in the world would pay a whooping fifty million dollars to buy me? I just couldn't believe it.

"Fifty million dollars," he repeated even more confidently this time, lifting his bidding card up like he owned the very room we were all in.

From the stage where I stood, I could see that he seemed taller than everyone else in the room. His tuxedo which was well fitted, gave a magnificent show of the huge bag of muscles he had.

But as for his eyes, he had the kind of eyes that showed he was no ordinary man and certainly none to be messed with. This sent my heart beat plummetting down into my stomach.

"Sold!" The chairman said as he banged his gavel on the table. That was it. Certainly no one was willing to go higher. "Congratulations Mr. Armando, the papers for closing the deal would be brought to you soon."

"Mr. Armando," I whispered to myself in overwhelming fear. Who was he? And why would he pay such an amount to buy me? I could tell from the way he looked at me before he left the room that he didn't even seem to like me at all.

I bowed my head, trying to hide my nervousness as my feet couldn't even hold on to the ground anymore.

The silence in the room was broken as everyone in the room shortly paired themselves to discuss who was being bought for a whooping fifty million dollars-me.

The whole room became filled with the chattering from different tables while the other girls stared at me in awe like I had just won a lottery, but I certainly didn't like where I already saw my life going in the hands of a man like that.

ELEANOR

The room was still full of chattering when Mr. Paulo dragged me backstage to get prepared to be handed over to my new owner, I could see how eager he was to get the deal closed and sell me off. After all, the more the price we were bought for, the more money he made.

Paulo was an unbelievably greedy fat man who only cared about how much got into his pocket.

"Pack up your stuff quickly while I go get the papers for you to sign. You had better be done before I got back!" He said as he left me in the dressing room.

I could overhear as the rest of the auction went on while in the dressing room but all my thoughts were clouded with was what I had coming ahead of me.

Who was this Armando that sent the whole room into oblivion through the sound of his voice?

"There's our lucky girl! I heard you were bought for a huge sum" Camilla, one of the oldest ladies in the trade said immediately she stepped in with a few others just like her. "And for a whooping fifty million infact!" She continued.

Camilla and her clique were the oldest to be in this game. I wouldn't be wrong if I said they must have all been bought by all the men that frequented this auction ceremony, they were just too loose and open to anything.

"Who would've thought?" Ese, Camilla's right hand girl chimed in and then they laughed, with Camilla accessing me irritatedly from my head to my toes.

"Just get ready to get fucked like a slut that you are, he paid fifty million for what you have between your legs," Ese continued.

"Hell no! And please never you use that word on me ever again, you hear me?" I fumed. How dare Ese?

"Oh, che angelo! You really thought Mr. Armando paid fifty million to get you because you're special? Wake up from your fucking dreams child!" Camilla cut in. "Armando is a predator who would go lengths to acquire whatever he pleased, everyone knows that. No one here is special, slut."

I could feel both my hands roll into fist balls as I couldn't take it any longer, but Camilla noticing this still kept pushing regardless.

"Only he can tell what he saw in you that made him pay such a huge amount, but trust me, he's going to get it back." She continued, this time demonstrating sexual motion while an evil smile played all over her face.

A girl named Eliza who was also a part of them tagged in almost immediately. "I'm sure he's gonna get it so good out of her, after all it's for a year and we all know that the more money they pay, the much more they expect to take. He's definitely going to want fifty million dollars worth of her pu-"

"Shut it!" I cut Eliza off, sending her a cometing slap that had her nursing her cheeks for a good number of seconds while I turned to face Camilla.

"Just because you give yourself easily to these men doesn't mean everyone else would do so too, so please, never refer to me as a slut ever again. You can let them have you for a penny or even for free, I don't give a damn, but never in your life use that language on me again" I warned as my disgust for Camilla's words surfaced into a frown.

"Who do you think you are?!" Camilla yelled as she made an attempt to slap me, but her hand was stopped right in the air by Mr. Paulo.

"What the fuck is going on here?" Paulo asked, his tone fully expressing his anger. "What are all you girls doing here at once? Didn't I tell the rest of you to remain outside?"

"And you! I thought I told you to be ready before I got back here? Or did I speak in Latin?" He turned to face me this time around. "Get the fuck over here and sign these papers before they're taken to your owner! You girls are all trouble. Sometimes I just want-"

"Want to what exactly Paulo?" Camilla cut in before he could finish his sentence, "Let us out on the streets? Oh please" she scoffed, "we all know you need us here as much as we need you. Or else who's going to make the money for you to fill up your pockets with you greedy pig?" She said as she stared into Paulo's fuming orbs, sending the room into what seemed like an infinity of silence.

Camilla was the only one Paulo had given free will around here. Sometimes he went as far as defending her whenever she got into a fight with the other colleagues, and as much as I always avoided crossing her path, she had crossed the line with me tonight and I wasn't just going to let it slide.

"Now you all get the hell out of here before I lose it! And as for you Camilla, watch how you wag your tongue at me before I cut it! Leave immediately!" Paulo yelled instantly, seeming already too vexed to control himself any longer.

"And you, sign this goddamn papers!"

My entire body shook as I picked up my pen to sign the papers while Paulo watched me closely. Was this really going to be my life now?

"Sign here, here and here," he pointed out, and I put the pen to paper immediately, not wanting to annoy him anymore than he already was.

"Good." Paulo said as his frown slowly transformed back into a greedy smile. "Now, you follow him and he'll take you to your new owner, I have other important business to attend to." He said, pointing through his back to the person right behind him.

I looked up to see a tall muscular figure with an intimidating look behind Paulo, his stern gaze swept a wave of uneasiness all over me.

He wore an all black tuxedo with a long black jacket to compliment it, a pair of black leather gloves, a mask, and his pockets seemed to be housing a gun in it as well.

"Follow me," his ordered in a stern tone that didn't seem to welcome any form of delay.

"Y-Yes, I'll be right there soon..."

"I meant now! When Mr. Armando needs you you don't keep him waiting" he ordered again, sending several frequencies of terror down my spine.

"Eleanor leave with him now!" Paulo joined in yelling, not minding the how disorganized I seemed to be.

I rushed after the guard, leaving the room in a hurry. A few of my belongings spilled from my bag, but I didn't have the time to stop and collect them any longer. And that was it, I was going to face the man who now owned me.

ELEANOR

After navigating several twists and turns along the dimly lit hallway, we finally reached Mr. Armando's doorstep-a black door, elegantly adorned with a golden handle. I could feel my heart palpitate rapidly as we stood right in front of it.

It was one of the several private rooms which I learnt from my stay here that Mr Paulo rented for overly expensive prices to the richest set of men that visited here.

The intimidating guard assigned to escort me opened the door and gestured for me to enter. Then he bowed his head and swiftly closed the door behind me, leaving me with my unfathomable new master.

I stepped in with each footstep more deliberate than the last and was welcomed by the husky aroma of the expensive perfume that occupied the entire room.

The elegantly marble-clad walls were softly illuminated by a dim blue light bulb, casting a gentle glow throughout the room. Majestic chandeliers burning with scented candles were set on a table next to the throne-like couch where Mr. Armando sat waiting.

He looked a lot more intimidating than the last time I saw him out there in the hall, and his stare felt as though he was already mentally undressing me.

"Perché sei così lontano, mia cara? You should come closer" he said with an uncanny smile as his hands beckoned that I walk forward.

I was paralyzed and unable to move my legs, overwhelmed by a gripping fear that held me in place as if the ground beneath had suddenly become quicksand.

"That was not a request dear," he said, his villainous smile slowly fading into a frown. "When I call, you come immediately, you don't hesitate. Now come!"

The echo of his voice shook me and I began to slowly walk towards him, his facial expression took a turn into a smirk as I advanced towards him.

"Good, good, yes. Now stop there," he said, sending my footsteps to an immediate halt. "Now get naked for me." He ordered.

What?! No way he expected me to just undress myself like I was not a person with choices and emotions. No way I was going to do that.

"Sorry?" I asked, still a bit unsure of what I heard because there was no way he just said what I think he did.

"What's the matter Micina? You did not hear me? Are you deaf or something?" He asked, the smirk that previously hung on his face fading away.

"I'm sorry sir but I can't and won't do that," I said, trying my best to sound bolder than I was.

"Oh really?..." He chuckled in a way that transmitted signals of terror throughout my entire body.

"Why won't you? You have to tell me" he asked in a low tone.

"It seems you have forgotten so quickly that I own you now bitch!" He suddenly erupted, "I own you now! I tell you when to stand! I tell you when to sit! I fucking tell you even when to breathe! Do you get that?!" He yelled as he held me to my throat, slowly suffocating the air out of my lungs.

Was he going to kill me?

The room began to spin around me as I struggled for air, but that didn't seem to bother him. His grip only tightened with every passing second.

"P-Please, let go," I gasped, barely able to force the words out.

"I said, did you get that?!" He yelled, still closing my air pipes.

"Y-Yes, please let go" I managed to squeeze out.

Just as I felt I was on the verge of my last breath, he finally released me, and I collapsed to the floor, gasping desperately, inhaling as if my lungs had been starved of air.

A second more of suffocation and this man would've actually killed me right here.

Oh God how am I going to live with a man like this?

He hasn't even taken me to his house yet and he has already attempted my life just because I refused to undress myself for him.

"Pathetic," He scoffed as he stared from above me.

"Five minutes. It's all I give you" he said as he was about to exit the room.

"Five minutes?" I asked, confused and still rubbing my throat while I kept gasping for breath.

"Do not tempt me Bambina. You must be a slow thinker because why the hell do you ask a lot of stupid questions?!" He fumed.

"All you have is five minutes to meet me in my car outside. Do not keep me waiting." His stern voice echoed in the entire room, giving orders as he slammed the lounge door shut behind him.

It's official; Paulo just sold me off into the hands of a mad man. Can I really survive him?

* * * * * * *

The hall was still packed with activity as I left the lounge, the auction was still on and several of us had been sold tonight. My heart raced as I tried to keep up the pace with Armando because I didn't want to be choked near to death again.

I picked up my things immediately and followed behind Mr. Armando as soon as I was able to pack my stuff together.

All I had to my name were a few dresses, some toiletries, and a bit of makeup. I was broke, having spent everything I earned on my sister's treatment. The elegant dresses I wore during the auctions-before I was finally sold-were given to me by Paulo to make me look attractive to the men bidding on me, which he took back the moment I was sold tonight.

As I quickly maneuvered through the hallway, I heard someone yell my name. "Eleanor! Eleanor!" I kept hearing it, but couldn't pinpoint the source until I paused and looked around.

It was Lucy-the only person I could refer to as 'my friend' around here.

Seeing that I was about to take my leave, she ran towards me and gave me a hug. "It'll all be fine Eleanor," she whispered into my ears, as though the she had seen the anxiety in my soul written all over my face.

If only she had witnessed what my owner had just done to me a few minutes ago.

"Eleanor, this is Mr. Cristian, my new owner," she said, referring to the man who stood behind her. "And Mr. Cristian, this is my best friend Eleanor."

"Hi," he said in a deep but calm tone as he stretched his hand for a handshake.

Oh God, I don't have time for this. Talking to Lucy had calmed me down and even though I wanted to stay a little longer, I had already overstayed my time. Mr. Armando was going to kill me. I need to get out of here fast.

"Good evening sir," I stammered.

"Please, call me Cristian," he said.

His tone seemed human. He didn't seem as rude, controlling and ill-mannered as the rest of the men that usually came here. What was a man like him doing here?

No wonder Lucy had could tell me that everything would be alright-her owner wasn't like the rest of the men that were in this room. If only she knew what mine was like.

"You're the girl that was bought by Mr. Armando right?"

"Y-Yes sir," I found myself stammering again. Oh God why was I doing that?

Cristian just laughed at the sight, flushing a wave of embarrassment over me.

"Well, Mr. Armando-" he paused, "...all I can say is that you should be careful with him and also do your best not to annoy him, I've heard he's a really dangerous man."

Cristian's words sent my heart racing. I wasn't sure if it was from what had just happened between Mr. Armando and I in the lounge or the looming danger I now sensed.

From the onset when I first laid eyes on Mr. Armando, I had a gut feeling he was dangerous but Cristian's words confirmed my fears which made me even more terrified.

It wasn't too long before the guard that had been assigned to escort me to Mr. Armando's car came pushing and shoving through the crowd.

"Mr. Armando has been sitting waiting for you, he asks that you come now," he ordered. It seems my life is all about taking orders now.

I hurriedly said my goodbyes to Lucy and Cristian before rushing after the guard, who led me to where Mr. Armando's car was parked. The black limousine stood out, and from its sleek design alone, you could tell it was worth millions.

I knew they said he was dangerous, intimidating, and rich, but I didn't expect it to be filthy rich.

Who was Mr. Armando my new owner?