Auctioned to the mafia lord

CHAPTER THREE

Now that I think of it I haven’t even bothered to look for my phone or call Celia. Because I can’t seem to understand why I’m the only one who got sold and Celia is nowhere to be found in all this.

I searched my purse to find my phone but it was not there. I decided to go downstairs to check for the landline and place a call to Celia, it rang twice and then she picked up the call.

“Hello, who’s this?” Celia asked

“Ohhh Celia you picked, it’s me Che ... .ry…l” she hung up before I could even say my name. I tried calling her back but her phone was switched off.

I went back to my room disappointed and not knowing what to do I laid on my bed, counting the design on the ceiling and I fell asleep afterwards.

FLASHBACK….

“Hey Cheryl, are you free tonight? There is an art gallery opening show tonight and I got invited by my colleagues and he says I can come along with anyone I want to bring for the opening.” Celia asked me while sitting at the bar chair sipping her cocktail.

“Ummm I don’t really know, I think I want to rest today, bartending is actually really stressing me out and it’s the weekend so I want to take a break and have a day for myself.” I replied to her.

“Ohhh common Cheryl, it's going to be fun and plus you get to feel your eyes with enough artworks so you can get inspired to make another masterpiece.” She said looking at me with those cute cat eyes.

“Okay fine I’ll go with you, but we won’t stay too long.” I replied to her.

“Ohh my gosh you the best” she said stretching to envelope me in a tight hug.

“Look hot tonight but keep it simple.” She said, still hugging me tightly.

“Okay let go, I have work to do.” I said teasingly as I pulled myself out of her embrace and continued working. Few minutes later she decided to go home and rest for a while to get ready for the show.

It was time for me to get home too, I went to the restroom and changed my clothes and headed straight home.

When I reached home, I took a shower and ate spaghetti and meatballs for dinner, then set my alarm to wake me from sleep before the time for the show so I can get dressed before Celia comes over.

‘Grrrgghh’ my alarm waking me up from my sleep it was time for me to get dress before Celia comes over, I got out of my bed and walked up to my wardrobe, I saw this red dress short dress, I got as a gift from my ex-boyfriend and I thought it would be perfect for the occasion.

Now to decide on the shoes, hmmm my black six inch stiletto would be a perfect fit, now my fury black jacket and time to do my hair, I simply packed it to a high ponytail, not a jewelry person, so that was off the list.

I quickly did a little touch up on my face, went ahead to get dressed before I was completely done, my doorbell rang, Celia was already here and she looked stunning as ever, with her long hair, styled to be wavy, her long yellow dress with a high slit that brought her slender body figure and her white heels to compliment the dress, perfect I tell you, perfect.

“Omg, Cheryl you out did yourself for someone who did not want to go out.” Celia complimented me,

“Ohhh well even if I didn’t feel like going doesn’t mean I shouldn’t look good,” I said smiling and twirling to give her the full view.

I quickly went upstairs to get my purse and off we went. We arrived at the gallery bursting with rich and sophisticated people, what a view.

When we got inside I was in awe, the paintings, the artwork. Was mind blowing, I took a glass of champagne being offered to me by the waiters, walking about serving people.

I was exploring and feeding my eyes, while Celia went to mingle. I came across a significant masterpiece. This work of art was so beautiful and intriguing, I felt inspired.

After filling my eyes, I got exhausted and tired and decided to sit down and take a break. I was already feeling tipsy as well from the champagne I took.

After spending some time sitting without seeing Celia, I decided to go outside and feel the cool evening breeze while I called Celia to know where she was.

I stepped outside and walked down the street to a place more quiet and with few people around, I called Celia’s phone it rang twice but she didn’t pick, so I decided to give it some time before I dialed her number again, when I noticed someone looking at me, it gave me the chills instantly and I did not like that.

I decided to head back to the gallery, I quickly took off my heels, cause I was scared of the fact that I was a bit far away from the gallery and now I have a stalker, who might be a killer tailing me.

I was walking as fast as I could looking back to see if the man I saw earlier was still there, to my surprise he was no longer there. Before I could look forward I already bumped into someone and when I looked up it was the same man.

‘How did he do that? Where did he come from?’ These were the thoughts running through my head. I was scared who would come to my aid. At this moment I turned to run away, another man was standing in front of me.

When I suddenly blacked out. I groaned and rolled over, squinting at the clock. It was seven a.m., and I had been dreaming so I thought. But the dream had felt so real, so visceral, that it was hard to shake the feeling of dread that lingered in my mind.

I stumbled out of bed, my feet hitting the cold floor with a thud. I glanced around the room, taking in the familiar surroundings, reassuring myself that I was safe. It was just a dream, I told myself, but my heart was still racing.

‘Could that be a memory?’ I thought to myself 'cause I couldn’t remember how I got to the auction and the scene looked familiar and more real than a dream, I guess my memories were coming back.

I waved my thoughts off and went to take my bath and get dressed. I came downstairs to see Marcel having a meeting with some new faces, who were these people, they looked scary and dangerous.

“Ma’am” , one of the security guards from yesterday popped up out of nowhere and called me out. He walked up to me and told me to go back inside my room, that he would tell Lydia to serve me breakfast in my room.

I did not bother to question him as that would seem irrelevant or go unanswered, I just obeyed and went back inside my room.

“Knock knock it’s me Lydia, I brought your breakfast.” She said, I quickly opened my door to let her in.

“Ahhh finally, I thought I was going to die. I am extremely hungry.” I said taking the tray of food from her hand and walking to my bed to dive in and eat without hesitation.

“If you need anything ma’am just ring my phone and I will be here in a jiffy.”

“Sure Lydia I will do just that.” I mumbled with food in my mouth.

“ I will be heading out now, ma’am so take your time and eat slowly so you don’t get choked up”.

“Thanks Lydia I will, please shut the door after you.” I replied to her.

Meanwhile….

Marcel was busy discussing the new drugs they had just produced and was planning on selling soon.

He was particularly upset about the way El Chapo's boys had behaved and he made it clear that he expected them to show more respect for the business and him especially as he was a business partner to their boss.

"They're like children," he said, "running around and causing trouble. I won't tolerate it any longer. They need to shape up or they'll be out."

“You know how I do my things El chapo, I tolerate but not for too long.”

El Chapo nodded in agreement, and apologized for their behavior as it was unruly and uncalled for.

but Rufus spoke up. "I understand your frustration, but we need to be careful about how we handle this and know how to differentiate friends from foes.”

“ My apologies, I don’t know what got into them, but it will surely be dealt with.” El Chapo replied.

“That’s fine amigo, so back to the drugs, it’s really effective and you will always feel the urge to take more, but now the police are on our tails and it’s alarming I have to do something to ward them off.” Marcel said.

“I thought you had boys in the police department.” El Chapo asked Marcel.

“Oh well I do but they seem to be growing wings and I think it’s about time to cut those wings off.”Marcel said angrily.

“Okay no problem I think I should head out now, I’ve got other businesses to attend to.” El chapo said standing up and adjusting his trousers.

“I will escort you out.” Rufus said standing up too and gesturing for El Chapo to follow him.

Marcel headed to the balcony upstairs, he held out his big expensive cigar and took a lighter and lit it up, then took a puff and blew it out in the air.

Marcel took out his phone and dialed a number on his phone, and waited for the person on the other end to pick up.

"Hello?" a woman’s voice answered.

"Angela," Marcel said, "it's me." There was silence on the other end of the line, and then Angela spoke again.

"What is it, Marcel? I'm busy." Her tone was impatient, but Marcel pressed on. "I need to have a brief conversation with you ," he said. "It's urgent."

Angela sighed heavily “okay, what is it ? I’m all ears now.”

"So," Marcel began, "our last deal went well, but we need to think about the future.

We can't keep relying on the same sources. We need to branch out and find new opportunities." Angela was silent for a moment, then she responded.

"You're right," she said. "We need to be proactive about this. But we also need to be careful. We don't want to bite off more than we can chew and my boys have been complaining about slow business ."

“How is your newest product coming ? I haven’t gotten the chance to taste you and your product.” she said in a seductive tone.”

Marcel, sounding uninterested, ignored the last sentence she made.

“ Well my new product is still coming together, I will be sure to send you some to try it out.” He replied to her.

"I also need you to deal with those boys in the police department who are no longer doing their jobs ," Marcel said.

"They're causing problems and we can't have that. We need to find a way to get them under control, or get rid of them altogether." Angela was quiet again, then she said, "You're right, but we have to be smart about this.

We don't want to make any rash decisions that could come back to bite us later. Let's think this through and come up with a plan okay? We still need them there but I will deal with them and remind them of their place."

“Okay Angela I am counting on your word cause the next time, I won’t be this calm.”

“Oh Marcel, you have my word. You know I would do anything for you, Now let’s talk about us. I miss you Marcel, I miss us and those fun nights we had together.”

"Angela, I'm not interested in a relationship with you. You're not worth my time or effort. I've moved on, and you should too.

You're not good enough for me." He said without a card in the world if he hurt her feelings.

Angela looked stunned, as if she couldn't believe what she was hearing. "But... but we had something special, didn't we?" she asked, her voice trembling.

"I thought you cared about me. I thought I was special to you." Marcel didn't give an answer. "You were just a toy to pass the time," he said, his voice cold and emotionless.

"You were never special. You were never anything more than a means to an end." He replied sharply.

“Oh I see Marcel, so you’ve got a new plaything. Who is she ? Is she prettier than I am or does she even have class ?” Angela questioned him.

“Just know one thing for sure, I am not giving up on us and no woman will ever take you from me, cause you're mine.”Angela said with confidence.

“Whatever Angela, I’m done talking to you. Do well to attend to the matter at hand with immediate effect.” He said and hung up.

Marcel let out a heavy sigh and took two more puffs before heading inside.

He got inside the house and then headed to the bar, and took out his favorite whiskey brand ‘Glen gate.’and some in his glass cup and took a sip.

I was coming downstairs and didn’t know he was there, when I was downstairs and half way through the sitting room, I noticed he was there and wanted to run back upstairs, when he caught me.

“Pumpkin come here.” He called out loud with a commanding tone, stubborn me ignored him and kept walking towards the stairs and ran upstairs so he wouldn’t catch me.

As I was about to shut my room after running upwards something stopped it from getting shut, I looked up and saw his handsomeness and he was looking evilly seductive.

I felt thirsty at this moment but I resisted his thirst-trap, he pushed the door open slowly and I stumbled backwards, he entered my room and his gaze seemed to be focused on me.

He kept walking towards my direction getting closer to me. I was frightened at this moment and didn’t want him close to me at all. I kept moving backwards and did not when I landed on my bed.

And Marcel still did not stop coming closer either, he went ahead and leaned closer to me, placing me in the middle while he hands were placed by my both sides leaving me stuck.

He leaned near my neck region and I could feel his hot breath on my skin, it made me go nuts. He kissed me on my neck again, and kept going downwards, when he reached my boobs again he stopped.

‘Ohhh for God’s sake, why does this man always do this to me?’ I cried to myself in sweet pain. I wanted this now more than ever but it seems he just likes to play with my body and emotions as he likes, not like he knew how I was feeling inside.

Marcel had an evil grin and smiled standing up and leaving at that same position, so evil of him to do that.

“Pumpkin get ready, we will be going for a shopping spree tomorrow.” He said and left the room.

The nerve of him I thought to myself and eyed him as he walked out of my room.