Becoming His Woman

Chapter 4: Auction

I am laying on my bed as I enjoy my weekend break. It was stated in the contract that Saturday and Sunday will be my day off. It’s been a week since I started my job as his secretary. But I can’t still see any improvement on his part in relation to my plan. Just like the first encounter we had recently, he barely notices me and focuses more on his work. If we happen to talk, it would be all about business and nothing more. What should I do then?

Knock!

Knock!

I snap back to reality when Alexis storm off to my room. “What the hell!” I hissed and grab the pillow to cover my body. It’s 6 o’clock in the morning for Pete’s sake. How can someone intrude to your room when you only have a shirt and a panty on.

“Darling. Don’t bother about it. I already saw many things like that and tastes them firsthand.” Ugh! Men are always been men. Alexis is just like Devon despite his immaturities.

“What brings you here early in the morning when I am suppose to have my rest? It’s Saturday Alexis.” Should I remind you how Saturday spells day off (r-e-s-t-d-a-y).

“Relax Herena.” I just threw him a glare. If only looks could kill... 

“I’ll be attending a meeting in the nearby state and I need you to do something.” He explains.

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I drove my car in the middle of the night to the Black Mansion in Connecticut where the auction was said to be held. There are already many black limousines in the area. I turn off my engine and step outside. Great! I don’t have an escort with me. This is what exactly Laghberg Mafia wants in order to test the loyalty of my family as well as my capacity as heiress. They want me to act on their behalf.

Xervil Laghberg, the founder of the said underground organization used to be a friend of my dad before he died in a gunshot. Now that his son succeeded into power, he doubts our loyalty. I would care less if Devaraux household will fall out of grace of the mafia’s new boss. But it was my grave respect to the friendship my dad has with the former leader that makes me agree in doing this.

I am wearing an all black outfit plus a black sequined mask as per the motif of these events. My black strapless satin gown gentle kisses the balls of my feet. The length is practical enough to prepare for an unforeseen event that might happen. This was a mafia gathering to start with. My gown has a long slit on one side; revealing my killer legs as well as giving me easier access on the gun placed on my legs. A black sandal was worn on my feet. On both my arms are lacey gloves complementing the lacey headdress on my hair. I look like a contemporary goddess in black.

I proceeded inside with my purse on my hand. Spreading my eyes, I find a suitable seat for me in the front row. I need to get the main item.

“Good evening ladies and gentlemen. The Black Mansion looks even more breathtaking with your presence. A round of applause everyone.” I also clap my hand as everyone is doing it. I heard that the MC have this kind of psychopathic problem to kill the person who displeases him.

“Tonight, with the limited relics that we found, we will be reminiscing the forgotten honor and pride of the fallen mafias …including their shame and failures.” Everyone around can’t help but to laugh on the MC’s succeeding phrase. Feisty!

“Here are the some of the items that will reminds us of their existence and innovation throughout the years. Let’s start with the first item. Bring it in!” The MC officially starts the bidding upon the opening of the first glassy chest. It was a handy elegant mirror.

“The mirror of Hellenistic beauty.” The MC introduced the item. “It was used by the notorious reaper who mothered three sons with three different mafia bosses twenty years ago. The framing as well as the handle is made up pure gold. Let’s start from 1 million dollar.” The MC officially started the bidding.

I just waited patiently on my seat as I watch people bid for their desired item. I suddenly got conscious about the time. I searched for my purse in my seat but it was nowhere to be found. Did I drop it somewhere? Or someone stole it? I mean everyone in here are billionaires, who would bother to stole a purse. Unfortunately, it was my phone which is in there.

After about an hour, finally we came to the main item of the night. This is what Laghberg Mafia is eyeing for. I have to win this.

“Everyone…Let’s give it a round of applause- The Silver Gun of Yakuza.” The last glassy chest slides open, revealing a silver intricately carved gun. It was really a smart choice sitting in front as I can easily peek at the details.

“This gun originated in China particularly from the great Yakuza Family which eventually dissolve after a pandemic sweep over the place five years ago. It has a pure silver covers carved with dragons representing superiority and power. Above all, it has ten strength of a common bullet; breaking through bullet proof window shields.” No doubt that different Mafia bosses around the world are going crazy with this gun. I would love to use it too if given a chance.

“Twenty million dollar.” Some impatiently raises his number to express his bid.

“Anyone?” The MC asked. I raise my number. “Twenty-five million dollar.”

“Twenty-six!”

“Twenty-seven!”

“Twenty-eight!”

“Thirty million dollar!” This isn’t good. I raise my number to end the bidding. “Thirty-five million dollar!” I bid. Finally, I hear no one going higher.

“Anyone? For the last time!?” The MC asked the crowd again.

“Thirty-eight million dollar.” A man from the back raises his bid. He didn’t tried to hide his identity. It was Calix. Devon was also in his side. Of course, Dexigrous Mafia wouldn’t let this item go.

“Thirty-nine!” I shouted.

“Forty!” He shouted back. Determination was all in his voice. I gathered all my energy. This would be my last bid. “Fifty million dollar!”

Silence…

Silence…

Thank goodness. I heard no one objects this time. I look at the back to see the reaction of Calix. But to my surprise, they were not on their seats. I look at the main door. They are retreating outside. My instincts felt something strange.

“Anyone? Who has a higher bid than fifty million dollar?” The MC asked the crowd. Should I vacate the area too? It makes me feel nervous more when I saw small group of people starting to go out.

“I’ll count from ten then the Gun of Yakuza will be officially mark sold to the lady in front…1, 2, 3…” I really don’t feel right about this. I hold on my dress and runs toward the main door. Too bad, I’m on the first row and people were startled with what the ruckus I am creating. They also run to the door; blocking my way.

“What is happening? Everyone? What is happening?” I can hear the MC asked as people are rushing outside.