Sold Bride Of The Mafia Lord

Chapter 2

Richard:

I saw her eyes—the same blue eyes of the pretty young woman Isabella brought to my twenty-fourth birthday party at my clubhouse. How was this possible?

I had only arrived at the auction because my father wanted me to join him in watching tonight's auction and bidding.

But when I saw those pretty blue eyes, I could not look away. I could sense her innocence and felt the urge to protect her.

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

"Dad…" I grumbled, looking at the six 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 the moment I set my eyes on her. She was so beautiful with long blonde hair and a pretty oval face.

"Richard," my father called once more to draw my attention and 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 auction room.

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

It was not as if I was unaware of the things my father did for money and pleasure, but none of them caught my eye.

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

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

She wore the same simple blue dress that she had worn to my twenty-fourth birthday party, and it raised questions in my mind: how did she get 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 that of the rest of the five women on the stage.

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

I kept my cool as Angela's 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 to 50 million dollars.

The hall dropped into tense silence. My father, Mr. Wesley Henshaw, was the most ruthless mafia lord in Top Hills City.

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

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

"Congratulations, son. You won the deal. Welcome to the dark realm. You will have to brand her as your property, so that other men keep away from touching her," my father said as he sat next to me and exhaled a cloud of smoke from his cigarette.

"Yes, Dad. I will," I replied calmly.

After leaving the auction hall to complete the payment for Angela, I was certain that she did not 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 instructed 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 parking lot after we had completed the payment for Angela's bidding.

"Dad, I will personally train her. You do not have to worry about that," I replied, my voice firm as I did not 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 do not want her again," my father reminded me coldly. He and my mother were divorced because she could not withstand his lifestyle, nor did she obey his rule.

Dad used women and saw them as objects to purchase, own, break, and discard at any moment.

I nodded. "Do not worry yourself, Father. I will have her branded as my property and follow the rules."

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

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

She had not woken up yet from the horror that she was in, and I knew that she would be shocked once she awoke and saw 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 acted as my driver.

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

He was twenty-five and a year older than me.

"Alright, boss," Derek answered. He got into the sleek black 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 it on my thighs, as she was still in shock from the whole ordeal.

Her long 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 is not she Isabella's sister? How did she get sold tonight?"

"I do not 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 the new boss at twenty-four felt good. As the only son of my father, he gave me money, power, and influence throughout 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 charity event, and we got along because she was beautiful. We dated, but surprisingly, I had not slept with her even though we had kissed. I limited myself in what I did and made the women beg and yearn for my touch.

However, during my twenty-fourth birthday, Isabella had brought her younger sister. I knew she had a sister because Isabella talked a lot even when I did not ask her anything. That is why I did not want to marry Isabella.

But when my gaze fell on Angela, I could see her innocence as she looked out of place, like she did not belong in my party.

I wanted Angela; I wanted to have a taste of her body, and I could not take my eyes off her.

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

Just then, her blue eyes fluttered open and locked with my intense black orbs. She hastily 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 leaf in the wind.