Sold to Moretti Mafia

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No matter how much I try to control my breathing, it feels like I’m suffocating. Panic has seized me and is refusing to let go. I hate this place, what it represents, and everyone inside it.

These men, the way they look at me like I’m nothing more than a piece of meat they can buy. I can’t look at them directly, but I can see them watching me out of the corner of my eye, and I can feel their predatory gaze on me. Like dogs, they salivate, waiting for a bone. It surely doesn’t help me that I’m wearing a scrap of fabric for clothing. Julian wanted me exposed and vulnerable, and here I am.

I think of Marie and his warning, and still, I can’t stop the panic from rising up. Even with her life hanging in the balance, I can’t comprehend him passing me off to someone else. God, was he serious? Is he going to sell me to that man? Is that why he hasn’t taken my virginity yet? Maybe he is planning on selling it, or pimping me out? There is no way I could allow that, and yet, how would I stop him?

Doing the best I can, I try to keep my eyes down but can’t help but let them wander around, feeling the need to be aware of my surroundings, and sensing danger nearby.

With my trembling hand, I grab my glass and bring it to my dry lips. Just as the cool water hits my tongue, I look straight ahead, and my eyes find a set of familiar green ones.

My father.

My heart squeezes in my chest, and I find myself squirming against the seat, wanting to run to him. My father is really here. Julian’s grip on my thigh tightens, pulling my gaze from my father’s, and he leans over, his lips brushing against my ear.

“Don’t even think about it–”

“Julian!” Someone calls out, interrupting us. We both straighten up, but I lower my head again and find a spot in my lap to look at.

“Aldo, it’s been a while,” Julian greets and shakes this Aldo guy’s hand.

“And this must be the Romero girl. Maybe if I had seen her in person, I would have paid the ten million dollars you did.” He chuckles. “You know he offered me the same deal, but I didn’t think any pussy was worth that much. Now that she’s in front of me, I think maybe I made a mistake.”

“Maybe you did.” Julian shrugs. “I can tell you she is well worth the price, though. A little inexperienced, but her pussy knows what to do.”

“Mmm, just what I like to hear. So, what do you say, can I have her for a night? See for myself. Of course, I’ll compensate you accordingly, and I won’t break her too badly.”

Bile rises up my throat, and I’m pretty sure I’m going to vomit. Why would Julian say something like that? Act as if we’ve slept together already. Why is he acting like I’m nothing but a piece of flesh? The questions build, right along with my anxiety.

“You’re not the first to ask today.”

“Interesting, maybe we can set up a private party? Get some of the guys together and share her? Fuck, we both know Romero will lose his shit. We could even send him a video after, he’d enjoy that.”

Oh god. Please, say no. Please, say no.

Wringing my hands together in my lap, I breathe through my nose to stop myself from hyperventilating. I remind myself of what he said when I told him I was scared before we left the car. Do what I say, and nothing bad will happen.

“I’ll consider it. I’d like to wait a bit to see how many offers I get.”

“Wouldn’t you say giving Romero a heart attack is priceless?”

He’ll consider it?

It’s obvious they want to use me to hurt my father, but I don’t understand why. All I knew when I was taken was that my father sold me for ten million dollars. I had no idea why, and I didn’t think that he had offered me to more than one man. A sourness spreads through my gut, knowing that my father’s intentions weren’t as pure as I considered. He’s proven to me, though, by sending that note that he is going to try and save me, and I’m holding onto that sliver of knowledge with more hope than I should.

“It would, but if I’m going to give away pussy as good as hers after I paid ten million dollars, I want to at least recoup some of my investment.”

“I understand, will you at least let me look at her, maybe even allow a little touching?”

My skin crawls like there are tiny insects on it. If Julian wasn’t bluffing and was really going to allow this man to touch me, I wasn’t sure that I could stand for it. He had explained the rules and promised no one would hurt me, but he never mentioned any of this.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Julian steel jaw clench. “Can’t you see enough of her? I’ve put her in that dress, and you can see all I want you to see. If you want more, it’s going to cost you.”

“Always a businessman first.” His friend laughs. “I guess I can’t blame you, this is a business after all. I’ll go see what the lineup looks like for tonight. Maybe there is something that can keep me entertained until you let me have a taste of her.”

“Sure, sure. Take your time. You know how I am, can’t get rid of them until I’ve broken them to my liking.” Julian snickers.

“I sure do.” His friend laughs again, and I almost sigh against the bar when he retreats away from us.

I don’t like how Julian is acting, and I’m not sure if this is his true self or if it’s all a show. Part of it has to be a show since we’ve never had sex before, but the rest, the selling of me, allowing these dirty men to touch me. Is that all for show?

Lifting my eyes just a little bit, I look around the room once more to see if I can spot my father again, but all I see are a bunch of men laughing, drinking, and carrying on.

“I need to go to the bathroom,” I whisper under my breath. It’s only half a lie. I don’t need to pee, but I really need to get out of here, even if it’s just for a few minutes.