Sold Bride Of The Mafia Lord

2. Taken Away

**RICHARD'S POV**

Arriving at the Dark House Auction, I sat among the group of bidders with my father, watching the young women set up on stage to be sold.

Then I saw her eyes, the same blue eyes of the pretty young woman Isabella brought to my 24th birthday party at the clubhouse.

How is this possible?

I only arrived at the auction with my father because he wanted me to accompany him to witness tonight's auction and bidding.

Seeing those pretty blue eyes, I couldn't look away.

I could smell her innocence and felt the urge to protect her.

"Richard, do you desire to buy any of the women tonight? You can use her as your 24th birthday present," my father, Mr. Wesley Henshaw, said.

"Dad…" I grumbled, looking at the women set up on the stage to be sold. None of them caught my eye except for Angela.

I was waiting for her to be sold.

I knew she was mine when I set my eyes on her. She was so beautiful with long blonde hair and a pretty oval face.

"Richard," my father called to my attention once more to snap me out of my trance.

"Dad, I will choose when I see any of the women that catch my attention," I mumbled, dressed in a black suit and seated beside my father in the auctioning room.

After I left my birthday party at the club, I arrived here to see how the auctioning went.

It wasn't like I wasn't aware of the things my father does for pleasure and fun, but none of them caught my eye.

I wanted something different to define my style, uniqueness, and taste.

Once the auctioneer mentioned Angela, my heartbeat increased as I saw many bidders wanting to purchase her.

She wore the same blue dress that she had worn to my 24th birthday party, and it made me wonder how she got here.

Did Isabella put her younger sister up for sale?

Was Angela kidnapped?

There was no way that Angela would come here willingly to be sold. She was sold off against her will, but who brought her to this place?

There were many mafia lords, both young and old, all desiring to purchase Angela. Her skin glowed more than the rest of the five women on the stage.

Her innocence was compelling, and so many of those men wanted to taste her.

I kept my cool as her bidding started from a million dollars.

She was worth more than gold.

"One million dollars!" The bidding started, rising until 20 million dollars.

I looked at Angela and raised my bid: 50 million dollars.

The hall fell silent. My father, Mr. Wesley Henshaw, was the most feared mafia lord in Top Hills City.

"50 million dollars going? 50 million dollars, anyone else?" The auctioneer asked, looking around the dark room, as only the stage was lit.

"Sold!" The auctioneer announced, and my father looked at me proudly.

"Congratulations, son. You won the deal. Welcome to the dark house. You will have to brand her as yours so that others will keep from touching her," my father said as he sat next to me and exhaled a cloud of smoke, smoking next to me.

"Yes, I will," I replied.

After leaving the auctioning room to complete Angela's payment, I was so sure that she didn't know who had purchased her.

She had passed out from the shock, as her hands and legs were tied and her lips were taped.

"Take her to my car. She is going home with me," I said, instructing my assistant.

"Richard, are you sure about this? She would have been taken to the harem for the women to train her. She is inexperienced," my father said as he stood next to me in the car park after we were done completing the payment for Angela's bidding.

"I will personally train her, Father. You don't have to worry about that," I said, my voice cold as I didn't bother to look back at my father's face.

"Richard, remember the rule. You are not to fall in love with this woman or to develop any feelings for her. She is your property, an item to be used and discarded at any time that you want. And once you are done with her, you should discard her if you don't want her again," my father reminded me coldly. He and my mother were divorced because she couldn't follow his rule.

Dad used women and sees them as an object to purchase, own, break, and discard at any moment.

I nodded. "Don't worry yourself, Father. I will have her branded and follow the rules."

"Good. Enjoy your birthday night and see you tomorrow at the meeting," my father walked away to his black car waiting, flanked by masculine bodyguards.

I got into mine, as the pretty blonde woman was still unconscious and asleep.

She hasn't woken up yet from the horror that she was in, and I know that she will be shocked once she awakes and sees me as her new master.

I anticipated how she would react.

"Boss, where are you going?" My assistant, Derek Tyler, asked me as he stood next to my car and was my chauffeur.

"I am going home. You start the car; let me stay in the rear with her in case she awakes and the security checkpoint," I said, tossing my car keys into Derek's hands.

He was 25 and a year older than me.

"Alright, boss," Derek answered. He got into the car, and I took a seat at the back next to the pretty blonde woman who was fast asleep.

I allowed her feminine scent of citrus to envelop me.

As I sat next to her, she moaned and shifted, making my muscles tense.

As I took my seat, I raised her head gently and placed her sleeping head on my thighs as she was still in shock from the whole ordeal.

Her wavy blonde hair felt so soft and warm in my hands as I ran my fingers through it.

"Get going," I ordered Derek, as I saw him taking a look at the back of the car through the rearview mirror.

Derek averted his gaze and asked, "Forgive me, boss, but isn't she Isabella's sister? How did she get sold tonight?"

"I don't know, but she is mine now, and keep your eyes away from her," I warned coldly, and Derek nodded.

"Understood, boss." Once Derek started my car, he drove off to my new house.

Coming of age and becoming my boss at 24 felt good. As the only son of my father, he gave me money, power, and influence in the entire Top Hills. I was respected like a prince, and I knew Isabella's parents were part of the mafia but of lower ranks.

Two years ago, I met Isabella at a mafia event, and we got along because she was beautiful. We dated, but surprisingly, I haven't had s*x with her even though we had kissed. I limited doing things and make the women beg and yearn for my touch.

However, during my 24th birthday, Isabella had brought her younger sister, Angela. I knew she had a sister because Isabella talks a lot even when I don't ask her anything. It's why I don't want to keep her. I don't want to marry her either.

However, when my gaze fell on Angela, I could see her innocence as she looked out of place, like she doesn't belong at my party.

I wanted her, I wanted to keep her, and I couldn't get my eyes off hers.

She whimpered on my thighs as I continued to stroke my fingers through her long blonde hair.

Then her eyes snapped open, her blue eyes locked with my intense black orbs, and she immediately raised her head away from my thighs, shivering.

"You, Richard… What are you doing inside this car with me? How come? Was it a dream?" She asked me, trembling like a jellyfish.