Chapter 3

Salvatore

'You shouldn't be here,' I thought but I refused to listen. The underground club at Arena Glitz was like nothing I've ever seen. The air in this particular one was stuffy,full of dirt,kink and sin. Rumours had it that they catered for men who wanted young , sexy and sometimes untouched women. This alone was enough to make my prick hard.

The men seated by the table were mostly business men. It was already late, so their ties were crooked. I could smell their sweat mixed with both cheap and expensive cologne. It was evident that the men here were rich, powerful and horny. I rolled up the sleeves of my shirt and took a seat in one of the booths too.

A humming sound erupted somewhere in the room before the stage went up slowly. The light in the room was switched on. Everything in the room became clear but it was opposite for the women on stage. It was too harsh for them. Some of them tried covering their eyes but the men on the stage wouldn't have it.

Blood surged through my veins as women of different sizes and different ages lined up on the stage, all naked. From where I sat I could taste their desperation and their eagerness.

I love desperate women. They are easier to control and break.

Most of them were trembling, others stared into space while the rest had an unreadable expression on their faces. More like they had resigned to their fate.

I checked my wrist watch, I knew I should probably be on my way to meet my Stefano but I didn't move. I didn't come to ArensGlitz for some fun. I came with my brother because we wanted to nab Massimo in his games. The bastard had picked here because it'd be easier to blend with the crowd. Massimo is my brother, Stefano's arch enemy. The two have been rivals since I could remember. I stood up, ready to leave and then I saw her.

All plans to stand up came tumbling and I sat down again.

A red-hair.

She was the only one with that shade of hair in the room. Even though most of the women were frightened, she looked the opposite. She seemed to be enjoying the show. As if she could read my mind,she looked up. Our eyes met for a second and she looked away as if my sight was burning her.

Fuck me.

Her wavy red hair cascaded her shoulders, almost reaching her navel and covering her breasts but not totally. I thought that was all but then I saw them.

Her eyes

They were emerald green, inviting and matching the green necklaces on her neck. My eyes roamed all over her body and then I saw her hands shake a bit.

"Gotcha," I muttered. She was only pretending to be undisturbed by the crowd of men. She was trembling as she should. No one wouldn't be, especially in that situation. I could tell she was barely hanging on. That phase, just before one breaks down, that's where she was.

No one seemed interested in her initially but everything charged the moment the auctioneer spoke.

"She is still in her factory settings. A tight virgin cunt for your dicks" he said with excitement.

The men roared with wants. Even my dick tightened up and I knew my juice was already leaking out of its holes.

Men began to call ridiculous prices just so they could get their hands on her. The thoughts that any of the foolish gambler would own her fueled my own response, making me propose the most ridiculous of prices

"Fify million euros," I blurted out.

The entire room fell silent and all eyes fell on me. It might look too much to spend at once but it was nothing for me; Salvatore Niccolo. The youngest of the Niccolo family, a long line of bloodthirsty,ruthless Mafia in Italy. I rule alongside my brothers Stefano and Vittorio, they love me and wouldn't mind me spending that much for fun, for something I wanted to own.

Neither the silence nor the look of wonder on the face of other men in the room got me like the one on her face. The red haired lady looked astonished more than anyone in the room. The composure she had earlier was now replaced with fear and frustration as she sat down on the floor with resignation.

"Sold" The auctioneer's voice resonated with eagerness. I stood up as red hair was being dragged forcefully. She tried to prove stubborn but her strength was unmatched to the man. He held her with an iron fist hand and dragged her out. I stood up and adjusted my wrinkled shirt and walked out of the room, following them.

Time to have fun.

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She was pushed into the room with force after they must have had her cleaned up. I smirked when her gaze finally settled on me. She walked up to me and balled her fist and began to breathe heavily.

She was angry.

Hmm. Feisty.

"How dare you!" She said, "Everything was working fine, just a bit more minutes and I would have been free from all of these. But what? A million euros? Just for a fucking minor!'

"You are not a minor, Red, " I said calmly, but that only increased her fury. "No minor will have such tits and curves," I said.

" You are one crazy bastard!" She said but I smiled instead. She wanted to add more to the insult but I stopped her from doing so.

"I won't take such insolent behaviour from you, so you better watch what you say. I bought you with my money and that only means one thing.

"You now belong to me. You'll accord me respect or you'll regret your behaviour." I warned.

"No, the only person who'd regret this is you because I won't succumb to your oppressions"

"Kneel before me,Red, " I said, not minding the trembling in her voice. She's one stubborn one and I'm going to enjoy breaking her into pieces. Very soon she'll understand who she was dealing with.

"Never, I won't kneel before you and stop calling me that! My name is Zi__"

"I don't care what your name is. You'll be Red henceforth and that is on period." I said and stood up.

She was still looking at me with defiance in her face but I had yanked her hand and pulled her down on my lap. She tried wriggle free but she only ended up grinding her butt on me. The effect was transforming because I became hard again and began to grind into her again. I was loving the feeling. She still wouldn't stay still, so I grabbed one of her breasts and fondled it roughly. The succulent feel on my palm was heavenly and I moaned with satisfaction.

"Let me go!" She screamed but I didn't. I paid no attention to her.

"Leave me alone, please," she added. She must have realised that I wasn't going to let go of her and that she had no control over her present situation.

As I did this, she fought me with all of her energy. Her dress had pulled up way past her thighs. The sight of her thigh was inviting and so, I placed my hand on her soft skin. I was about to move my hands up and slip my hands in her when__

Gunshots!

We both froze in our position and I pushed her off my lap.

"Fucking Vittorio. Trust him to show up with drama," I muttered and stood up. I was about to dish out orders to Red when a movement caught my eyes.

For someone who was struggling frantically with her strength just now, she was too fast.

Fuck!

"Red!" I screamed out but it was too late.

She had bolted.

Chapter 4

Vittorio

"That would be all for today,"I said as I removed my glasses. A few of the students muttered their gratitude as they walked out. One of them however waited behind. Even though I saw her, I pretended not to. Most of these students were troublemakers and I wanted nothing to do with them.

Don't get me wrong, I love women. I must also say that they are plenty here but I don't go about fucking my students. That's one line I'd never cross.

"Professor Niccolo," she purred like a cat. "Would you mind shedding more light on these behavioural patterns?" She said, pushing her succulent, big breasts slightly against my arms. My prick reacted to this but I managed to push her away gently.

"Maybe some other time, I have a meeting in about five minutes," I said. She pouted a bit to show her dissatisfaction but I knew better than to pay her any attention. I have a name to protect, so I won't let any horny student rip me of it. I checked my phone. I took the rest of my books and walked out.

To anyone, I'm a professor of Psychology but in truth, I'm more than that. Teaching is just something I do for the fun of it. Plus, mom used to be one in her lifetime. She made me fall in love with the profession, so I did it as a side hustle and a cover up.

My real job is to hunt, kill and destroy. Born into the family of ancient Mafia lords and mistresses, I am one bastard who takes joy in hurting and killing. As opposed to my two other brothers, I'm the executor. The one who carries out the plans effectively and to details. I detest sluggishness. Everyone who has ever came across me knows this and they try as much as possible to avoid any tardiness.

"Shit," I said as the vibration of my phone cut through my thoughts. It was Stefano calling, I was supposed to meet him and Salvatore at Arena Glitz but class had gotten too interesting and I had lost track of time. I do that all the time but I shouldn't have done that today.

"Where the hell are you? Salvatore is nowhere to be found and you too haven't shown your face here." He said with a tight voice.

"Didn't you leave with Salvatore earlier?" I queried.

"He did but I can't find him. I have eyes on Massimo but I can't do anything. His men are too much, so it'd be a death sentence. Get your ass over here and find Salvatore!" He ordered and ended the call.

Knowing Salvatore and his weird cravings, he took the black door. The door is a point of no return, it's no surprise that Stefano can't find him. I've been to the club on several occasions and I can say for sure that it has a way of making you lose track of time.

I entered the car and pressed on the pedal. Time to leave the academic room and jump into the dark world, the real place where I belong.

The ride was quite short and bumpy but I managed to get there in one piece. I got through the dark door with no issues at all. The security men knew me and were happy to see me. It would be difficult to look for Salvatore in the crowd. Only one thing would work.

Gun shots.

One shot. Two shots.

The entire room went frenzy with everyone running helter skelter. The loud music in the background stopped and I saw the DJ fling his headset with fear.

I smiled with satisfaction waiting for my brother. He'd get the messages and come running. I began to open each of the private rooms, checking if I'd see him but to no avail.

Two more rooms,I counted. Where the hell are you, Sal?

I was about to open one out of her two rooms when I felt something rammed into me. I looked down ready to curse out but I stopped.

It was a woman. Scratch that, a teenager. A curvy one though.

Her hair was too red and it was covering her face. She looked up and pushed her hairs out of her face, making me catch the lots of emotions in her face.

Fear. Panic. Uncertainty.

Her eyes opened widely in shock as I held out my hand and helped her up. I noticed how shaky she was as she stood up and smothered her dress.

"Why are you here?" I asked even though I knew I sounded stupid.

"There's someone...save me," she said in between gasps, making it difficult for me to make up her statement.

"Take me with you please," she added. I wanted to add that it was a bad thing to ask for strangers help but I stopped.

We both heard footsteps coming towards us. She ran behind me and I looked towards where the sounds were coming from.

Salvatore.

I was about to ask him why he left Stefano all alone but he raced me to it.

"She's mine, Vittorio. Let her go."

I noticed how she jumped with fright and came out of her hiding when she heard his voice.

"You know her? I was about to ask her if she has seen you around but it looked like you've met already," I asked and Salvatore nodded.

She looked from me and then to Salvatore as she connected the dots.

"He's your brother?" She asked me and Salvatore chuckled darkly. The look of relief on her eyes when she saw me immediately changed to disappointment. She looked towards Salvatore again and I saw her pupils dilated with a mixture of fear and hatred for him. She must have ran because she wanted to escape him but she ended up falling into my hands.

"You were quite the runner there, Red." He said and walked towards me. For every step that he took, she took another backward step. She looked behind her trying to probably continue running but Salvatore was ahead of her. He signalled to one of the security men around.

"Take her and keep her in my room till I return. If she escapes, you are dead." The security sauntered towards and grasped her with force. She fought with all of her might, raining curses and clawing her nails on the security's skin.

We heard another series of gunshots. These ones sounded with desperation. We ran towards the sound as if our life depended on it.

"Vittorio! Sal!" We heard Stefano called. The sound of his empty gun echoed as he pressed the trigger sent fear down our spine.

He was out of bullets.

Chapter 5

Stefano

It's no wonder that I can't sleep. How could I? I had everything planned out. Get into the club, get a hold of Massimo and finish him off. But what happened? Salvatore went off the grid. I should have known that going with him would end in disaster.

If not for Vittorio's timely intervention, I would have died because I was out of bullets. The anger I felt was out of scale but as always, I had to calm down. I couldn't stay angry at him for too long. I promised mom that I'd cater for my brothers on her deathbed. I guess that's why he became this spoiled. He knew he'd go scot free.

Let's not even talk about the fifty million euros he spent on the auction. Only God knows what the bastard bought with that huge amount. The last time he did something like this, it was on a vintage car that hasn't seen the lights of the day since the last time he bought it

I stood up from the comfort of my fluffy bed. I was feeling parched and hungry. I haven't had a decent meal since last night. The plan was to get rid of Massimo and celebrate at the family's restaurant but that didn't happen. Infact, I was too angry to even look at him, not to talk of eating.

The entire house was silent as I walked steadily, careful not to wake anyone. Only the cracking sound of the ancient fireplace and the tick tock sounds of the clock in the house could be heard.

Just a glass of water and maybe something to snack on, because my stomach hurts,I thought. It was as easy to find the kitchen even in the dark, so I didn't bother to switch on the lights. I was about walking towards the fridge when the hairs on my back stood up. Something was up.

Danger.

I had a company, I thought, possibly Massimo's men or even one out of the millions of enemies we had all over the state.

I took backwards steps towards the entrance again. My hands found the switch box and pressed it slowly. The room became illuminated and I balled my fist, ready to swing my fist at the first thing I see but I froze instead.

A half naked girl in my kitchen.

She looked quite young and I almost thought she lost her way. I was about to ask her how she got in when something crossed my mind.

What if she's one of those kids trained in martial arts to hunt and kill? It's no news that some gangsters use teenagers to carry out their operations because they knew they'd have lesser years as a juvenile. My expressions which had softened earlier deepened. She must have been shocked to see me too because she dropped the glass of water in her hand. Sensing that my appearance meant she had been caught, she turned around, ready to run.

Uh..uh

In three long strides, my hands reached the neck of the oversized shirt she had on. I pulled her back with force, making her lose her balance. She slipped on the water from the glass cup she held earlier. The turn of events made things easier for me. I pounced on her and pinned her to the floor flawlessly.

"Who sent you here and how did you get in? I screamed at her. She fought with her nails, trying to make me ease the pressure I had on her neck but I wasn't ready to let go. I was already exhausted and frustrated from the events of the previous night. My blood was boiling hot and I wouldn't mind taking it out on any intruder, even if she's a teenager.

"Don't fucking choke me to death," she said with a tight voice. She hasn't stopped hitting and kicking me.

Stubborn and energetic, I thought. I applied more pressure on her neck again. It was important to make her realise that she was in my territory and that I do the talking and fighting.

"Answer my question first," I said.

"I only wanted to get water, you psychotic bastard!' I smirked, refusing to believe her bullshit. Get water in a stranger's house? One might think that the whole house belonged to her.

It wasn't long before the sounds of Vittorio's and Salvatore's footsteps descended down the stairs. I glanced at them, seeing them armed and ready to help me nip the red haired. To my surprise they let down their guards as they saw me.

"What the hell, brother?" Vittorio said.

"Brother?" The red hair said. "Do you guys have madness in your bloodline? Tell him to get his hands off me," she said, looking towards Salvatore to my surprise. I followed her gaze, requesting an explanation too.

"I didn't tell you about her yesterday. She's my new favourite," Salvatore replied.

"Are you fucking kidding me. Tell me this isn't what you bought at the auction yesterday." I said as I released her. She stood up and adjusted her clothes.

"Yes, she is." He replied. I pinched the bridge of my nose in frustration. He bought her for that ridiculous price?

"This thing here for fifty million euros?" I inquired again.

"Hello? I'm right here and I'm not a THING!" She spat angrily.

"No one is asking for your opinion, Red," Salvatore said.

"Stop being arrogant. Plus, I'm Ziyana, not some colour red."

"She's got fire, this one." Vittorio said as he took a seat in one of the chairs in the kitchen.

"Yes, a fire that none of you can quench. Now, Mr. Macho," she said, facing me and standing akimbo. Taking in her sight, I realised that she was in one of Salvatore's oversized shirts.

"I assume that you are the eldest here. It seems like we both agree on the same thing, which is that he squandered such a huge amount on a minor like me. Could you tell him to return me and I promise I'll be more than glad to be out of your hair."

"Could you get something to shut her mouth. She's too chirpy for my liking," I said with irritation.

"Get your ass upstairs, Red." Sal instructed. She remained unfazed by Sal's voice and stood on the same spot.

"Don't make me repeat myself, girl," he added. She took one last look at us all and gave her opinion.

"I hate you lots!"

"Are you fucking out of your mind, because we let you do whatever you want, you think you can bring home whatever you want?" I asked Sal as soon as the girl was out of ear reach

"You don't need to get too worked up. She's a kid" he replied.

"A kid like that means trouble. Have you thought about what could happen if it gets out that you bought home a minor? My hands are full. I don't want to have to deal with some cops because of your choice of women." I fire back.

"I think I have to disagree with you there. That one isn't a minor. She is a full grown woman. Did you see her tits while she was gesticulating earlier?" Vittorio said.

Shit. I had noticed also. They were full and round and must be soft too. Especially if they are pushed to my chest.

Fuck it Stefano!

How could I be thinking about something like that in this kind of situation?

"Think about how much fun she'd give us. Salvatore here is willing to share with us. Right brother?" He asked and Sal nodded.

"It's high time we replaced Viola," Sal added, making me clench my teeth. Viola is one devilish thing I don't want to think about.

"Not only that, nothing can make me let go of Red. I don't care what you say, she stays with me bro."

My two brothers folded their arms across their chest waiting for me to make my decision. Usually, once two of us agree on something, we go with it, even if the outcome is disastrous.

I ran my hands through my hair in frustration. My hands were tied already.

"Fine, she stays. But, you'll have to provide me with everything I need to know about her. Her name, her family and how she came to be an object that had to be sold off. If you don't provide me with those things before sunsets, she leaves." I said.

"Either way, she's mine and that's all that matters." He said and shrugged as I marched out. As I left, I got the feeling that Ziyana or whatever she says her name was would be staying for a long time at that.