The Billionaire Mafia’s Slave

CHAPTER 10: GOING ONCE, GOING TWICE… SOLD!!!

NIKOLAI POV:

My time spent at Madame Cho’s club was a bit satisfying. I didn’t entirely enjoyed it, my mind was somewhere else.

I was at my house, in the study, reading through the background check I ordered Lev to get of the Chief of police.

He was a man in his 60’s, married with two children who are currently in college.

His wife is into fashion designing.

The Chief police, Mr George Brown, has a very interesting record.

He was involved in a gang assault when he was 17 years old, he was arrested but later discharged. When he was 25 he was involved with drugs and other illegal substance, he pledged not guilty for possession of hard substances and the case was dismissed.

He must have had good connections for his dirty deeds to be swept under the rug, but he still has current dirty linens.

‘Very sneaky bastard’, I said with a smirk on my face.

He was really going to use my guns for his businesses, he must be a joker.

“I have to pay him a visit now and talk to him man to man”, I said out loud.

“And who is it you’re paying a visit?”, Someone said from the door.

I didn’t have to see his face before I knew who it was.

“You better start learning how to knock on doors or I’ll cut your hands off since there are of no use, Ivan”, I said to Ivan.

“Brother! That was harsh”, He replied with a smile.

He sat down on the sofa in my study before I could offer him a seat.

“When have I never been not harsh?”, I asked him.

“… true”, He nodded in agreement.

“Why are you here Ivan, we already saw yesterday?”, I asked him.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

“You left Madame Cho’s club without saying bye to me”.

“Do I look like your mommy or your babysitter?”, I raised a brow at him.

It was true, I wasn’t feeling what those girls were doing back at the club, it felt like they weren’t trying enough, I needed something more or… someone.

“What happened at the club?”, He asked again, this time sounding serious.

“Nothing happened. Now get up and get out!”, I stood up from where I was sitting and headed for the door. Ivan followed me.

“Okay, you don’t have to tell me, that’s by the way. I have somewhere I would like both of us to go to”, He said.

From the look on his face, he looked happy and I suspected him immediately.

“I’m not going to a gay club with you”, I said, walking away with both my hands in my pocket.

“What the fuck! I’m straight!”, He yelled and I just chuckled not paying him any attention.

“Go away Ivan”.

“You look bored. Trust me, you would like it there”, He jumped in front of me and said and I came to a halt.

“Where is that?”, I asked.

“Uhm, it’s a surprise”.

I stared at him suspiciously. Ivan can be all smiley and chicky but he can also be mischievous.

I remember when we both turned 22, he told me he got me a gift and that it was outside, I went outside only for the ‘gift’ to be two viciously looking bulldogs.

“Do you like them?!”, he asked me.

I had no expression on my face, I paused for three seconds before turning to him.

“Fuck off”, I remember saying to him.

Surprisingly, I kept the two bulldogs.

“No”, I said and left him.

“Just this one time, you will like it”, He pleaded.

I sighed and nodded and he hugged me happily.

“Fuck of me!”, I pushed him away.

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It was 11pm and we were headed to the place Ivan talked about. Ivan wouldn’t shut up, Lev, who was driving and I were already tired of him.

“If you don’t shut up, I’ll order Lev to turn this car around and I’ll throw you off the nearest cliff”, I said to him.

And that was all it took, he was quiet the entire ride.

We got off at the location and Lev drove back.

As I stood at the entrance of the grand mansion, the towering structure loomed before me, exuding an air of elegance and grandeur. The intricate details of the architecture, from the ornate columns to the sweeping balconies, spoke of a bygone era of opulence and sophistication.

The sprawling grounds were impeccably manicured, with lush gardens and sparkling fountains adding to the estate’s charm.

“What is this place?”, I asked Ivan.

“You will see”, He responded.

As I walked through the grand foyer, my footsteps echoed against the marble floors, and the soft glow of chandeliers illuminated the vast space.

There were numerous bodyguards on standby, in their all black attire.

“Invitation card?”, The bouncer at the entrance asked.

They where other guests arriving and from the looks of it, it seems to be a ‘male only’ party.

Ivan took out a little card from his suit jacket pocket and handed it to the bouncer who then scanned it and let us go, we went to the next set of bouncers.

“No phones”, They said, they pointed a box where he asked us to put our phone into.

“What is this for?”, I asked Ivan.

“For security reasons”, Ivan replied.

I got curious, what actually is this mansion?.

“Why?”, I asked and he just smiled at me.

I dropped the questions because I know he would not give me any answers.

We were escorted to an elevator that leads down to an underground hall or basement, whatever they call it.

Right down there was a whole different world.

Men of different high standings. Politicians, businessmen, retired sport men, even the bad guys, men with power.

‘Now I really want to know what this party is about’, I said in my head.

Ladies dressed in really short dresses were the ushers for the night.

They ushered Ivan and I to our seats, at a table far from the where the stage was. In a very private and dark area where no one can see us.

‘Good’, I commended Ivan silently.

Other guests arrived and were taken to their seats.

About 10 minutes, the guests stopped arriving and the doors were locked.

The lights were dimmed and the stage light was present, an excited looking man took the stage with a microphone on his right hand.

He looked familiar but I couldn’t remember from where.

“Good evening gentleman… No need to keep you all waiting, I know how busy you are hahaha…”, he said causing the guests to laugh too.

“Where do I know this mother fucker from?!”, I whispered.

“… I will keep it short and no need for introduction because we all know why we are here. Let the auction begin!”, He concluded and everyone clapped.

‘Auction? auction aucti– No way!!’, Then it hit me.

This is Kennedy! A notorious sex trafficker and smuggler. He holds a slave auction annually and I think…

“Slave auctioning?! You brought me to a slave auction?!!”, I yelled at Ivan.

“You figured it out”, He said.

“Of course I would. Now tell me why you brought me here when you know I do not like these stuffs?”, I asked him

“You looked really stressed and it’s good to have a change sometimes you know”, He replied.

I was fuming, I might be a criminal and in the mafia but women and children are my limit. I don’t condone child trafficking, women trafficking for sexual purposes and killing of women and children.

“I’m leaving”, I said and stood up.

“You can’t, no one leaves until the auction is over”, Ivan said, scratching the back of his head.

“Fuck!”, I cussed.

“Now, our first girl and the show starter. Her name is Luna, she is 24 years of age, blonde hair and she’s at 5 feet 9 inches. She is from Kentucky. We would start our bidding from 2. 5 million dollars…”, The auctioneer started.

The girl he called Luna was dressed in a black lingerie, she was put in a human size cage and she looked scared.

I was mad to my bones but I couldn’t do anything or I would be starting a war in a land I am not entirely familiar with.

“We have a 6 million, 6 million do we have 7 million?… 10 million, the man at the back said 10 million, 10 million, do we have 11 million?… 13 million! 13 million going once, going twice… SOLD!!!”, The auctioneer said and the crowd of old men gave a round of applause.

The man who just spent 13 million dollars in buying her is a retired congressman, he was married with 3 children but he kept multiple mistresses. His wife was aware of his little escapades but there is little she could do.

I derives joy is spending millions on things he doesn’t need to, he was just an old insect who needs to be eliminated.

I was dreading every minute I was here, “I will kill you when we leave here, Ivan”, I told him, clenching my teeth.

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