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This is a dark mafia romance story and definitely not for the faint-hearted. If you want to know how our heroine (Fallon, my home girl) melts the heart of this cold-blooded mafia killer… keep reading.
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Purchased For Submission (2021)
Chapter One | Auction Block
Eight auctions a year. That’s how many of these I sit through. I loathe them, but when you’re a part of this family, you get used to doing shit you don’t want to do. At least the women are always beautiful. Too beautiful. You’d think someone would notice these women going missing. Khalid has a knack for it — luring beautiful women lusting after fame or power into his clutches. Once he has them, he brings them here to the auction.
Tata sent me here to bring back my sister. It’s the only reason I’m smiling and drinking vodka with these sick motherfuckers instead of brooding in a corner like I normally do. The auctioneer speaks about the first one like he’s talking about a Ming dynasty vase.
“Meet Kim, she’s Korean, loves a big dominant man but willing to work for a woman. She’s been pregnant once but would make a great surrogate or breed mare for individual gentlemen. We begin the bidding at £20,000.”
Kim got herself on Khalid’s bad side because she has a black eye and she’s whimpering, showing visible signs of distress that Khalid hates people to see. Men here like the illusion that women give a shit about them, like any chick in her right mind would get on that auction block without coercion.
If her trembling and now, loud whimpers, affect the price Khalid and his team get for her, she might make it to her new master’s house with a broken bone. My mouth is dry. There’s not enough vodka in the world to desensitize you to this shit. Only time, my father tells me. I don’t know if I ever want to be this sick.
I glance over at my father and he shakes his head. We’re not in the habit of buying sex slaves although once or twice, we’ve purchased a girl or two — for re-sale. We mostly have Loukas to blame for that.
“We have a bidder! £20,000. Can we get £25,000?”
Mr. Reichenbach buys Kim for £40,000. I wonder what happened to the girl he bought last quarter. He has a newer, younger floozy on his right arm now desperately straining on his sleeve to tear his gaze away from the woman he’s purchased. Tick tock, gold digger. They’re all disposable to him — the ones he buys and the ones he keeps as pets.
A gaunt waitress with a black collar around her neck approaches and offers a drink. One of Khalid’s personal harem. A little “K” hangs from her neck marking her as his personal sex slave.
“Vodka martini, Mr. Pagonis?”
“Dry.”
“Just the way you like it,” she whispers.
I grunt thanks and she seems surprised that I acknowledged her enough to say thank you.
I finish the martini in one gulp. If I have to watch female after female parading out there with horror on her face, I get sick to my stomach. Don’t these women have fathers and brothers to protect them? Yiayia is the only person who enjoys these events. Not even my father enjoys them and he’s technically our leader. Everyone knows yiayia really calls the shots.
A Thai girl who looks nineteen sells for £14,000 because she isn’t a virgin. A Duke from England buys a blonde-haired blue eyed American from South Carolina for £65,000. He likes Southern accents and women twenty years younger than him. My father raises two fingers and I’m the only one who notices his signal. It’s simple. We bid on her. Then all hell breaks loose.
But the night doesn’t go according to plan because Khalid’s man on stage announces, “Sapphire. She’s African American with perfect proportions. She’ll need a handler with a firm hand, someone willing to engage in frequent discipline. Nevertheless, she’s never had a baby and skilled enough for domestic labor. We recommend keeping her outside the United States.”
She stares ahead, unflinching and proud. Khalid hasn’t broken her yet which means he mustn’t have had her long.
She’s not the girl I’m here for. I’m here for my sister. Helen. Khalid’s a bastard and making us buy her back. One year searching for her and tonight we finally rescue her. My instincts draw me away from my purpose. Sapphire. She’s beautiful, with a raw umber skin tone and perfect lips. I can’t take my eyes off her.
“Bidding starts at £13,000.”
An eighty year old man with mottled skin raises his card.
“We have one bidder at £13,000. Anyone for £15,000.”
I raise my placard. Foolishly. Impulsively. Because I want her. Neither my father nor yiayia can control what I do with my own money and from the second Sapphire steps onto the block, I want her. She must be an American girl. I can tell from her proud expression, the disgust quivering in her lower lip and barely concealed. She doesn’t have visible markings on her which means whoever she is and wherever she came from, she was wise enough not to piss Khalid or any of his men off.
”£15,000. Anyone for £20,000?”
That aging bastard raises his placard again. Breaking protocol, I stand a say, “I’ll take her for £45,000.”
My hand’s on my weapon and everyone in this room knows that you don’t fuck with a Pagonis.
“Sold!”
Khalid sends one of his girls over with a card containing handwritten instructions on what to do next. I’ve been through this before, I don’t need help. I look over at my father once I sit and he’s scowling. But relief floods the room because I have what I want and my hand isn’t on my weapon.
I don’t know why I did this, but now I owe Khalid £45,000 and he hasn’t trotted my sister out yet to make us bid on her. It’s been too long since I’ve seen Helen. She comes on stage after Sapphire. She’s bruised and bloody. Khalid’s head would end up on a platter if he was the one who did this to her. Ironically, he’s the one who saved her but the bastard refuses to give Helen back without making us pay.
”Helen Pagonis. Bidding starts at £10,000.”
No one in the room is stupid enough to bid on my sister. I raise my placard. My father strokes his chin and observes the transaction silently. I’ve done what I came here to do. Once the auction ends, I follow Khalid’s instructions to the waiting room. After a short wait, he sends the girls in. My sister strides over to me and wraps her arms around me. I don’t hug her back. I haven’t seen Helen in a year and the last time I saw her, she wished me dead.
“My brother...”
Sapphire stands against the door, terrified, like she’s thinking about running but smart enough to realize if she does that, she’s dead meat. At a private club like this, I’m not the scariest or most powerful guy in the room. Helen pulls away from me and I think she’s going to say something deeply sentimental.
Then, my sister slaps me across the cheek. Hard.
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