Marco p.o.v
As the auctioneer looked around the room, waiting for a response, Marco sneered and raised his hand. “I want all of them,” he repeated, his voice low and menacing.
“Are you sure, sir.” The auctioneer chuckled, obviously not falling for it, “That's a lot of millions, can you afford it?”
“All the girls, I want them.” Marco repeated, his voice low and menacing.
“And I'm not paying for it.”Marco's lips twisted into a cruel smile.
The auctioneer straightened his shoulders, refusing to be intimidated. “What do you mean,” he said firmly.
Their men pulling out their guns, seeing Marco as a possible threat. Which he was, a threat to their business.
“Lukeman.” Marco spoke, ignoring the men pointing their guns at him, he didn't bother with them as they would drop dead any minute.
