The Devil's Masterpiece

Chapter2-Luca

“I’ve never been a man of faith, never believed in all the gods that were forced upon us since childhood” I repeat for the hundredth time to this bastard.

“But tonight I believe some supernatural force brought you here. Someone somewhere made sure that you would be here” Makovich Sokolov answers not willing to let go of this matter.

“My father is no supernatural force Sokolov”.

“But what are the odds that the one man I hate most in the world misses this meeting I was dreading.”

“He’s an old man, it’s due time that he steps away from the business. I’m already CEO after all”

“I just need to th… Oh look the girls are here”. And that’s what it takes to shut this stubborn bastard’s mouth, Women.

“Ooooh look at that blonde one” he practically moans.

I look up just to humour him, but all I see is red. Red hair, and not the artificial kind women spend hours in salons trying to achieve. Hers looks like fire, like a helix nebula burning against the darkness.

And then she looks at me. Forest green eyes full of fear, but there’s also something else. Defiance. Interesting.

“Drako, are you listening?”

“Unfortunately” but I don’t spare him a look. I’m still preoccupied with this anomaly of a woman.

She’s in some skimpy lingerie and god her t**s. That cleavage of hers has my d**k rock hard against my pants. For f**k’s sake it’s just a cleavage I see cleavages every day. I feel like some preteen schoolboy who’s never tasted p***y in his life.

“I was saying to Niko that quality p***y cannot be kept in a home otherwise it gets boring” Makovich says.

“What the f**k are you talking about”

“The mafia is very unkind to love so it’s best to have a wife at home and p***y in some apartment in the city”

“And is this advice for me?”

“I mean you are next in line as the Mladshiy boss once your father kicks the bucket” That’s Russian for Underboss.

She’s still staring at me. Brave… or stupid. I hope she’s not thinking about going home with me. That would be stupid. I don’t like soft women and our little red head looks soft, so breakable, I like things I can break but so not happening.

She finally looks away.

“Choose a girl Drako” it’s Makovich again. There’s five of us at the table. I brought one man. Makovich brought two. All three don’t talk unless there’s need to.

“I didn’t come here for a woman.”

“You came for business”

“Correct”

“You are the only male Drako I like. Loosen up a little”

“I’m the only Drako who doesn’t loosen up”

“You know what I like about the Orb”

“What?”

“Everyone here is a monster, no one pretends otherwise”

The Orb

The biggest human trafficking rink in the world run by the Stavros family. Girls disappear from countries all over the world. Girls with no money. Girls with no families. Girls nobody will search hard enough to find. Then every four months they organise this little event where they can sell to the wealthiest men in the world.

They bid.

They buy.

The girls are used and abused before they are thrown off into some ditch or passed down to other men. It’s a dirty business but f**k is it profitable.

Makovich just had to choose this shithole of all the places in the world. Right now we are in Berlin this month’s venue of choice. Makovich Sokolov dragged me out here to discuss the logistics of their next gun shipment. If this deal pulls through it will be the biggest of the century but Sokolovs are very hard people to please and they always want reassurance and forming connections and that’s why I couldn’t say no when he decided to discuss business 1000 f*****g miles away from home.

“So you still don’t want to choose a girl?”

“No need Sokolov I don’t need to buy a slave to have a woman who does what I want” I say in a calm voice and I mean every word I’m saying. Women easily do as I please without a price tag on them.

“Then don’t do it for me or the girl do it to piss off your father and my cousin”

“Very tempting but still not going to do it. Like I said I don’t want a slave”

I see the look in Makovich’s eyes he’s not willing to back down, I hate Selena’s relatives. He’s already told himself if I do this then it means I’m comfortable with the Sokolovs in my life. They are too emotional for a mafia family.

“The red one, she looks like she’ll give you a run for your money, take her home with you and have some fun, I know you like fun. I noticed you drooling over her and if you don’t take her I will, she looks like she’ll kick me in the balls, but you know I like my cats feisty” he’s challenging me.

He knows I like mine feisty too but she’s not worth it.

“I don’t need another person in my space I just want to close this deal and move on to something else. You know our families still have a lot of things we need to do together”

But something else in the back of mind says otherwise, I don’t mind the idea of her in my bed or on my floor, in the woods around the estate running away from me. I want to hunt her, hurt her, maybe even draw some blood. I know the colour of blood would look good on her pale skin. I suck in a breath cause I’m getting hard just at the thought of seeing her blood.

Fuck me.

I’m about to say something else to push this shitty idea out of his mind when he screams “A hundred million” and I know what he’s doing. I look up again at the girl he just bid on, the red head and she doesn’t look very pleased about what’s going on. She looks furious and disgusted. I almost smile

I have no feeling for this woman but the thought of her going to Makovich of all people doesn’t sit right with me. How can he buy her, use her, break her. He doesn’t deserve her.

She’s a burning star that deserves the whole world to look up at her. He can’t have her none of these assholes can have her only I can use her, break her.

Control her

“One billion” I say not sparing Makovich a glance, but I know he’s pleased he got his way a small loss for a bigger reward. I can take it. My eyes are on my little red star, hers are on me

“She’s not happy about this” Makovich grins

Perfect then she’ll be a challenge, I love challenges.

The room is silent. No one else makes another bid and rightfully so most of the men here know me and know not to try to stand up against me, it never ends well.

“Sir?” the auctioneer stutters, he looks surprised. They usually sell big but never in the biilions.

“You heard me” I tell the old man

“One billion dollars?”

“Did I stutter?”

The auctioneer looks around the room.

“Do I hear one point one billion?”

Silence. Good.

He swallows.

“One billion going once”

Nothing

“Going twice”

“Sold to Mr Drako”

Makovich leans back, looking unbearably pleased.

“Go grab you prize tiger”

I stand. This is not what I came here for but I don’t mind having some fun. I slowly make my way up to the front taking my time, and she looks like a deer caught in the head lights like she’d planned everything out and nothing was going per her plan but I also see a bit of a challenge in her eyes like she’s daring me to take her. Promising to be the worst mistake I’ve ever made. I grab her hand, no pleasantries and start walking pulling her behind me. Her hand is soft and I can’t ignore the heat pouring from hers into mine.

I walk up to my table. Makovich looks smug.

“We’ll start with one container and move upwards from there. Drakos Logistics gets exclusive rights to all your shipments, and we get 5% of all profits.”

“We’ll give you the safest routes and make sure authorities stay off your back. We are officially in business Sokolov”. I say matter of fact to Makovich. I’ve played enough of his games now it’s time to reap the rewards. He doesn’t contest just gives me a nod with another one of his blinding grins and says, “See you at Christmas Drako”.

That’s that, and with my little prize still in hand I walk out with Pedro right on my heels.

“Call the pilot and tell him we’ll be there in half an hour, I need to get out of this f*****g country” I say to him. I spot him pulling out his phone doing as he’s told. Bank transfers to The Orb will be made before the end of the week and by Monday I’ll be shipping arms for Sokolovs.

I open the door that leads outside and the car is already waiting for us. I pull the door open and lead her into the car only now realizing she’s still in her lingerie and its March. It’s still a bit cold outside at this time of the year. I follow her in and Pedro starts the car.

“Where are you taking me” she finally talks after we’ve been driving in silence for almost 10 minutes. I look up from my phone leaving Athena on read which I know she hates but my little sister can wait. I look her right in the eyes, f**k her eyes are even more beautiful this close to her.

I lean back against the leather seat and say “Hell with a great ocean view”