Chapter 1: I SLAP THE MAFIA KING AFTER HE BUYS ME LIKE A FUCKING PET

I stand on the auction block in nothing but a sheer black slip that hides nothing, wrists chained, chin high even as the bids climb higher. These bastards think they can break me. They’re wrong.

The room falls silent when he raises his hand. Don Luciano Rossi. The man who owns this city, this country, half the fucking world if the rumors are true. Tall, broad, dressed in a tailored black suit that screams violence wrapped in money. His dark eyes rake over me like he already owns every inch.

“Sold,” the auctioneer announces. “To...