AUCTION
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CHAPTER 13: AUCTION
Her throat was parched dry. Her limbs are numb, and everything hurts. Italia whimpered, when she woke up again with the splash of cold water.
“A—ah!” She let out a low shriek as she hugged her body.
Blinking past towards the blinding light, Italia could see Fredo in front of her.
“Did I wake you up?” He chuckled.
He always laugh, and Italia....she was beginning to hate how much he was gaining amusement from her suffrage.
“N—not at all, Sir.” Her jaw clenched as she lied between her teeth
The cold made her tremble, her lips are already quivering, and she could have sworn that she was already pale from what he pulled. But Fredo Montreal doesn’t seems he care. Only if Italia began to talk back, and earned back her strength. In that case, he would something to put up the fire and the feisty Italia would just succumbed, submit and pleaded for her life.
She hated it.
Fredo Montreal. Italia began hating that name.
“Good.” The man then soon pulled her arms harshly. “Then you’re coming with me.”
“Where are we going?” Although scared, Italia manage to ask.
“Hmm?” He glanced over his shoulder and Fredo’s grin doesn’t gave Italia a good feeling. “We’re going somewhere you’ll like, Ms. Mercedes.”
But she didn’t think so.
When Fredo pulled across to the abandon warehouse, Italia’s gut were telling her that it doesn’t mean a good thing. She shuddered, when all the horrible thoughts filled her head. Terrified, but helpless, and afraid that she might have gotten hurt again, Italia complied to Fredo’s whims, but he never acted with care. He was always harsh, and brazen.
“What are your plans with me?” Italia was already numb from the pain, but that doesn’t mean she forgets trauma.
“Let’s just say, I am going to make some money with you, young miss.” When the greedy look was plastered across the old man’s face, Italia felt her heart dropped.
“Now do what I say or you will definitely get punish. Do you understand?”
She was defenceless. Italia doesn’t have any option but to nod.
Two men walked outside from the warehouse. Clad on an expensive suit, their stance are similar to Fredo’s men, and they are both wearing....a mask?
“Is everyone already inside?” Fredo asked.
“They are, Mr. Montreal, and it just happens that the host invited prominent men across the country.”
A satisfied expression came on the latter’s face. He clapped his hands together, and said, “That would be great! Now that I have something to auctioned myself with!”
Auction? Italia thought. That does not mean....
She was struck by fear, when Fredo looked behind and his eyes averted to her.
“Something good, or more like somebody who could earn me a billion.”
“N—no.” Italia’s eyes widened upon her sudden realization.
She backed away, but Fredo’s men catch up. They walked behind her back and hold both of her arms, when she began fighting.
“Y—you can’t he doing this!” Italia screamed on top of her lungs. “I have rights! You can’t just sold me to somebody else as if I am an object!”
“Well, for a starter that is what they are going to say—” Fredo stalked her. “—but don’t worry, I just wanted to know how high they would go for a Mercedes.”
With that being said, one man injected something on her left arm.
Her eyes widened, “N—no, please.”
But it was too late, when she began feeling her legs weak, and her eyelids heavier.
“Goodnight, Italia.”
And his laugh was the last thing that Italia could remember. She couldn’t fathom what fate awaits her, but she knew how terrible it would be.
“I never knew that you are going to accept my invitation, Mr. Salvador.” Sally chuckled. She is a model, and one of her many exes. But she called herself a woman he can bed whenever he wants. There are no real actual relationship, and Sally knew better that it is just list.
Gustav did not speak.
He leaned to his chair, and crossed his arms above his chest, “Don’t test my patient now, Sally. What do you know about Italia’s disappearance?”
“A lot that you would want to know, but I am getting jealous, your eyes are all over Ms. Mercedes, when it use to be mine.” Sally run her newly painted nails over the glass.
They are on a high-end cafe she owned. That’s why she isn’t scared being seen with the great Gustavio Enriquez Salvador. If she may, Sally would had been grateful. Gustav’s name being link to hers is what opened many opportunities that lead for her career on its high peak.
Sally Davian, a college student, who were lured by wealth, and now earning her fortune as a module. That’s all thanks to the man, who broke her heart, yet she was still wooed on her feet, although he promise no future for her.
He was like an addiction, and she couldn’t get over to him.
“Aren’t you a little bit interested to know about mine?” Sally playfully laughs.
“I am not playing with you, Sally.” Gustav warned him. “Tell me if you know where she is. If not, then stop wasting my time—”
“It’s Fredo Montreal.” Sally cut him off. She was grinning, while watching his expression change. “One of girls told me about it, and you know whose Montreal is link to you?” She paused for a moment, laughing. “It is that b***h Samantha, Gustav! I didn’t know that she would certainly do something out of desperation.”
He easily recognize the name.
Samantha Montreal. His rumoured girlfriend, and a fiancé as many speculate the moment she showed up their heirloom ring, a Salvador’s ring that has been passed down from his great grandmother.
“Since I already told you what I know.” Sally reached out for his hand and run her fingertips rather flirtatiously. “Does that mean it was my turn to ask, hmm?”
But Gustav already jerk his hands off, and stood up, “Expect your payment a few minutes now. I’ll have my secretary to wire you an amount.”
“If that is how you are going to top me off.” She shrugged her shoulder, but the smile never dis3on her eyes.
What Sally, and Gustav is obviously about is the black Mercedes that was parked outside of the cafe.
Inside, Samantha was boiling with anger.
“That b***h Sally!”
It takes a toll on her not to blow her cover, and stalk the pair as of a betrayed lover. The media would believe her story. Only that, Samantha didn’t wanted to anger Gustav more than she did before.
Her eyes averted towards the heirloom ring on her finger.
It isn’t the real thing, but a replica she bought. A ring that symbolise the Salvador’s bloodline. A powerful and wealthy men, and women, who could have everything they wanted. Cruel just like Gustav, and ruthless, but his intimidating aura and those attractive eyes is what pulled her to wooed her way to him. Only if she can beg, Samantha wouldn’t hesitate to do so. If that means being own by that great bachelor and billionaire across the world.
“You are mine.” Delusions filled her head.
The thought that no one could have Gustav, except for her... Samantha Montreal – Salvador.
How propitious!
When Gustav went out of the cafe, he fished out his phone. His eyes are dead serious. Hooded, and dark as he emitted an intimidating aura.
“Hello—” A voice full of authority came on the line. “It’s a pleasure to receive your call, Mr. Salvador. What is it that you need?”
“I wanted you to rescue somebody for me...unscratched.” He said calmly, but in an icy tone.
“For how much?” Curiosity seems to pick up the man’s interest.
“5 billion dollars—”
“But I guess, you can make it 10.” The latter was amused, pulling Gustav’s legs knowing how he wouldn’t spend such amount for something or more like for somebody else.
But he was surprised hearing Gustav’s words.
“10 billion then, only if she wouldn’t have any wounds across her body.” His jaw clenched.
“And who we are talking to?” The man hums.
“Italia....Italia Mercedes.”
“Oh, I knew it!” The man clasped both of her hands. “So, what happened?”
“Abducted.” He said shortly.
“And what do you wanted us to do with the abductors, Mr. Salvador?”
“I wanted them dead.” Gustav was ruthless. “But I wanted you to left me Fredo Montreal. He was all mine.”
“Deal.” The man grins on the line. “I’ll brief my men, and you can have Italia and Fredo tonight. It’s a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Salvador!”
Gustav only nodded before he hangs up the call.
He didn’t wanted to resort playing Fredo Montreal’s dirty game, but how dare he touch Italia? The thought made him mad, knowing what he was capable off. He gave him no option.
Gustav will show Fredo that it isn’t good to mess up with a Salvador like him. He’ll make sure that whatever he had put her through, Gustav would so the same. Only that, in a much more cruel way.
Merciless. He’ll show him the heartless monster that many feared.
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