The Mafia's revenge

Natasha’s POV The chains clattered as I was pulled forcefully into the stage. My ankles hurt, bruised up from the pain of the rusty chains rubbing off against my feeble skin. My breath shuddered and my limbs trembled with teeth gnashing fear. My father did this to me. He sold me out to be bought by these monsters who will use me. I felt my heart squeeze so tight within my chest as tears streamed down my eyes. I was supposed to get so used to the pain anyway. This isn't the first time he's doing something demeaning to me. But this…this feels so terrible for me to believe. A father sells his daughter off at an auction house just to get money to pay off a few debts he hit himself into. I sniffled, breathing through the pain that filled my lungs and made breathing almost a war for me. He's not my father. I shivered in the white thin dress I wore, looking like some f*****g lamb. My eyes stared at the huge screen before me, darting through the number of bidders displayed on the screen. I could see their eyes burning with hunger…not for food…with lust…the evil they were going to do to me. Even though only one person was going to own me, that look in their eyes showed that there was no good fate waiting for me on the other side. My heart clamped hard against my chest, and my blood just pulsed with so much force through my body. My dress was soaked in sweat, and my legs were slowly giving out from supporting my weight. My soul begged for the shackles of death to hold me down because death was a far greater fate than what I was about to face. “Ten million dollars!” The auctioneer yelled and I felt my heart jump out my chest as I lifted my head right away. I've been sold? “Sold!” He spanked me behind my head. Spending such a fortune to get a lady like me? Who could that possibly be? My heart pounded faster as the suspense grew with each passing minute. Suddenly, I had a blindfold around my eyes, and the chains were taken off me right away. “What's going on?” I asked, panicking for my dear life. I was dragged while my eyes were still shut with the blindfold. I yelled for help at the top of my voice, not because I knew one was coming. That was my way of stopping myself from falling into a panic attack. Then the blindfold was taken off, and I found myself in an SUV car. A huge bodyguard sat beside me with firm eyes that weren't looking my way. I swallowed hard, taking deep breaths as my chest kept pounding. My fingers couldn't stay steady anymore. They just kept trembling as perspiration covered my forehead. As the car drove, the thought of escaping struck my head. But I was too quick to sway it away. There was no escaping this brutal fate that I have met. I stiffened my jaw, curled myself to the edge and remained there through the entire drive. Soon, the car pulled up into an enormous mansion. The door was opened, and the bodyguard hauled me up to his shoulder as he carried me into the building. I screamed, kicking and punching desperately to get myself off his grip. But his string hands were no match for my feeble and frail body. He tossed me across the living room, dropping me to the ground like some worthless piece of garbage. I curled myself, breathing through the pain and sobbing softly. Footsteps slowly descended the stairs, and I felt my heart stop for a moment as my eyes curiously watched to see who I was. It was a six feet tall man, dressed in a black pair of tailored pants and a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He had a cigarette in his hand which he was smoking from, and his eyes were firm. He casually waved his hand, and the bodyguard scurried off right away. He majestically sat down, towering over me as he looked straight into my eyes. His piercing eyes carried an aura that made me push away from.him in terror. I kept pushing away, dragging my butt on the ground till midnight had my back against the wall. He slowly dropped his cigarette in an ash tray, leaned back and crossed his legs while he kept staring at me. “Natasha Reeds, daughter of Thomas Reeds.” His baritone voice echoed within the walls of the living room. My brows pulled together, puzzled by how he knew my father. Leonardo Manfredi is a well known mafia boss. His name alone drives terror in the streets. There's no way he would have known my father. Fear clutched my heart, piercing through my vessels as I started thinking of the worst that could happen right now. Is my father owing him? Does he want to take revenge? “You're shocked, aren't you?” I swallowed hard, “I'm…I'm innocent. I don't have anything to do with his debts.” He smirked. “Who told you your father owes me?” If my father isn't owing him, then what could he possibly want from me? Why would he spend so much just to buy me? “Then…then why did you go through the stress of buying me?” I stuttered, my lips shivering from the stress of even speaking up. He smiled, casually touching the beards beneath his chin. “Don't worry. I didn't buy you to hurt you,” he said. “I actually have something better for you. You only need to comply.” My curiosity piqued as my gaze narrowed. My racing heart finally felt a little calm. But my instincts were still set on edge. “What do you want from me?” “I was hoping we coukd work together to achieve my goal. That way, I won't see any reason to hurt you.” This idea seems quite intriguing. My face luggtened up a bit, and I pulled away from the wall, slightly drawing closer to him. “I'm listening.” My heart pulsed with the tension, waiting to hear what he has to say. My eyes were fixed onto his lips.waitkng for them to speak to me. Say something. Tell me what you want because I really don't have any choice but to follow your will. He leaned away from the sofa, resting his elbows on his knees as his eyes narrowed slightly. “Marry me, Natasha,” he demanded coldly.