The Assassin's Destiny: The Confradia Assassins VII

Chapter 3: Unexpected surprise

Argent

“Okay, so here’s your profile invitation code. As soon as they sent an invitation to this profile, I intercepted it, took the code, and removed the invitation from the actual user’s profile. As long as you give them the code, you should be good to go.” Mateo says as he shows me the information.

I look through the profile, recording all of the facts in my mind before I look up again. “What kind of party am I going to?”

“Fortunately, it’s a virgin auction, so we don’t have to worry about anyone getting killed.” He replies.

I look at the screen to see if there is any more information on the auction, but the little provided is ambiguous.

“Alright, do I need any kind of money?”

Mateo shakes his head. “No, but you do need an account number. I took the liberty of creating an electronic account for you in case they ask for it. One of my sources told me that this is an exclusive auction. Hopefully, Sebastian will show up. Take these.” He hands me a jelly tracker that is used by the Confradia. The tracker was innovated by the late Hunter Cohen─a promising confradia tech who died several years ago. The tracker is perfect because it blends in with the skin in my ear. I can also use it to communicate with others.

I slip on my suit jacket and adjust my tie while Mateo places the tracker in my ear.

Rogue enters the room a moment later, his face set in a scowl. “Are you sure about this, Apollo? I can go with you if you want.”

I quirk a brow at his tone. “Do I look like I’m weak, Rogue?” I ask, gesturing down at my muscular frame. I’m six foot four with golden skin, hair, and eyes. I’m also very fit. I work out, and I keep my skills honed. I’m definitely not a weakling.

Rogue c***s a dark brow and shakes his head. “That’s not it, Apollo. It just that you’re one of the few Confradia directors that I like, and I’m not too keen on the idea of not being there to help you.”

“I’ll be alright, Rogue. I am furious with Sebastian, but I would never let that distract me from my mission.”

Mateo steps back and looks down at his tablet. “Okay, so let me give you a rundown on how the night is going to proceed. Along with other buyers, you will be led to a private room where you will be presented with drugs, drinks, and a buffet of women. The auction will happen later in the evening. According to the data that I was able to encrypt from Sebastian’s laptop, a beautiful virgin will be brought out and placed for auction instantly. Once all of the sales are final, Sebastian will show up to collect the money. We will be waiting outside, ready to strike as soon as he appears. We’re just waiting for them to send you the address, which they will do in an hour before the auction. They don’t want to take the chance that you’ll contact the authorities.”

I frown in consternation. “Don’t they have the authorities in their pockets?”

Rogue shrugs. “Yeah, but it’s better to be safe than sorry.”

“Is there anything else that I need to know?” I ask both men.

Rogue gives me a wry frown. “Be careful, Apollo. These people are remorseless, and they won’t hesitate to kill you if they find out who you are.”

That night, I find myself walking into a large mansion near a secluded part of Sao Paulo. I was able to procure the address from the social media site Mateo provided. The mansion is quite impressive. Not as impressive as my home with its large picture windows, airy rooms, and indoor terrace, but it has an attractive veneer. A man opens the door as soon as I walk up to the stairs. After inspecting me for weapons and takes my decoy cell phone, he holds out a tablet to place my digital code in, which I do without issue. Several well-dressed men are sitting around drinking, and there are waiters serving drinks while women in different stages of nudity walking around. The men do not talk to each other. It’s a goddamn bordello. Griding my teeth, I move further into the room, take a seat near a large covered window, and accept a drink.

The room is gaudily decorated with red velvet chairs, large velvet curtains, and fragile tables laden with wine and food. I’m approached by a couple of women who offer their wares, but I refuse their attempts. For the next hour, I drink and roam the room in search of Sebastian. Unfortunately, I don’t recognize any of the men, but I take note of their faces and anything else I can learn about them. It’s eerie to see how the men sit there wordlessly waiting for the auction’s commencement.

Eventually, several men and the rugged-looking woman step inside the room. The woman’s wearing a long ill-fitting black gown and tall boots that make her look masculine. Her skin is overtanned, and her face is weathered. “Boa noite, cavalheiro, e bem-vindo. Por favor, tome seus lugares. O leilão está prestes a começar.” Good evening gentlemen, and welcome. Please, take your assigned places. The auction is about to begin.

Wordlessly, the men all rise from their seats and walk into another room. They remind me of robots in an assembly line. Eyes narrowed, I follow the crowd of men, surprised to find myself inside of some kind of stage room. The floors are obsidian marble, the walls are covered by thick black velvet drapes, and the ceilings have several rightly placed spotlights. There are velvet seats organized in a circle, and in the middle of the floor, there’s a small, round platform stage. The men who have been anticipating the night’s events excitedly take a seat in the front row with their drinks in hand and reach for a tablet that has been placed in their seat. Following their lead, I do the same.

After everyone has taken a seat, a thin, gaunt, bald man with crooked teeth and wide-set eyes strides up to the platform. “To those of you who are new to the auction, there’s a tablet in your seat where you will enter your code. Once you do, the auction’s application for bidding will appear. All you need to do is enter your bid and press submit. The screen will show you the other men’s bids and allow you to bid until you withdraw from bidding. The screen will also indicate a winning bid. In just a moment, we will present you with fresh merchandise. The tablet will give you basic information. However, if you have questions, you can ask them after the merchandise is displayed. You can get a closer look at the asset, but you cannot touch it unless given permission to do so. If you do, you will be disqualified. You are also not allowed to communicate with the asset. Once you’ve gotten your fill, you can sit back down, and the bidding will resume. Any questions?” The man asks, running his gaze around the room.

No one asks.

After a couple of minutes, the lights dim, and the spotlights are turned on. In the middle of the stage is the most beautiful woman that I’ve ever seen. No, not woman─girl. She looks young. Perhaps eighteen. Jesus! I look at my tablet and place the code. I had no intention of bidding at all tonight.

However, as I look at the beautiful girl with long brown hair, creamy skin, and blue eyes, I’m mesmerized. She’s wearing a long sheer white dress that conceals nothing of her flawless body. I can see her tight little n*****s, firm breasts, flat stomach, and shaved folds clearly. She has long lashes and pouty red lips that make a man think of sensual nights of pleasure. However, what gets to me is the sad expression on her face. She doesn’t look drugged, but it’s obvious that she’s there against her will.

My jaw clenches with rage when several men rise from their seats and approach the solemn girl. Her eyes remain vacant as the men circle around her and inspect her body. A flush spreads across her body, but she remains stoic, which makes me admire her courage in the face of such a dire situation.

Rising from my seat, I walk up to the platform and observe the men. Not to sound like an arrogant asshole, but I’m taller than all of the men, younger, fitter, and better looking. I definitely don’t fit in with this crowd.

That’s when our eyes meet. It’s a natural moment where she’s looking away from one of the men, and her gaze bumps into mine. I don’t know how long we stand there, silently gazing into each other’s eyes. It’s like we’re connected by a magnet. I’m snared by her beauty and innocence. I can see the heartbreak in her expression as the auctioneer tells us her age, height, weight, and that she’s a willing virgin, which I know she’s not.

Finally, I get my turn to stand in front of her. Anger and excitement thrum through my body as I gaze into her helpless eyes. Through this whole process, our eyes do not stray from each other.

The auctioneer must notice my concentrated stare because he approaches me and mutters. “She’s perfect, isn’t she? How about a closer look?” He asks before he approaches the quivering girl and lowers the strings of her dress down her rounded shoulders. Her round milky breasts are firm with pink n*****s, and her skin looks like silk. The girl’s harsh breathing reaches my ears, but she remains silent.

The man leans close to her ear and mumbles. “Turn around, sweetheart. Let’s show the man your lovely bottom.” The girl bites her lip and apprehensively turns around without a word as the man lowers the rest of the dress and shows me her perfectly curved ass, which makes my body heat instantly. It sickens me that I’m reacting this way. Not just because I’m attracted to a victim, but because I don’t want to be like the rest of these sick fuckers. But she’s so beautiful that any rational thought scatters.

I have to resist growling when the man tells the girl to turn around again while giving me a wide, lascivious grin. It’s disgusting. The girl is now looking down at her feet, her body trembling.

Not knowing what else to do, I back away and take a seat in my chair. The other men do the same as they continue to appraise her nude form. I want to kill all of them for ogling her.

Soon, the tablet’s screen begins to light up with bids. The amounts change every few seconds as the amount increases. One of the men gives her a suggestive leer before entering another bid, making the girl visibly shudder and look away. Never taking my eyes off her, I lean back in my seat and cross my legs and try not to react.

It’s an eye-opening moment to see this vulnerable girl be displayed and leered at as if she wasn’t a human being with feelings. The bidding is at two-hundred thousand and slowing down. That’s when I make a choice. I place a bid of five-hundred thousand dollars and wait with bated breath for a counterbid, but none comes. The men look around, searching for the bidder, but I don’t give any indication that it’s me.

Once the bidding is done, the auctioneer comes out and dismisses each man, leaving me for last. One of the men gives me a killing glare as he makes his way out of the room, which doesn’t bother me at all. Looking like a fragile doll, the girl remains where she is, making no effort to see who bid on the use of her body. It’s as if she had given up all hope that someone would save her. Which, I guess, might be how most girls in similar situations must feel. Once the men are all dismissed, the auctioneer walks up to me and asks me to follow him.

“Mr. Black, congratulations on your purchase.” I give him a reserved smile and reluctantly take his hand. Mateo gave me the name Mr. Black when he set up my profile. All of the men were named after a color to preserve their anonymity.

We both stop in front of the girl who is looking at me with fear and wonder. “Now that you’ve made your purchase, we’re going to give you a moment to inspect the merchandise. All we ask is that you don’t have s*x until you’ve approved. However, before I go, I recommend that you check her purity. We’ve inspected her ourselves but always prefer that the clients check before they leave. It saves us the trouble of any future issues.”

He gestures for me to take a seat on a nearby chair, which I do hesitantly. I’m definitely out of my element at this point. I’ve fought in wars, killed men, and put my life in danger many times, but I can honestly say that I’ve never been asked to inspect a virgin. Not seeing a way out of this, I wait for the man to direct the girl to sit on my lap.

If I was hard before, I could break through granite now. My c**k is weeping with need. The girl stiffly takes a seat on my lap, her dress still down her waist, and opens her legs when the man tells her to. Her breasts rise and fall with her rapid breathing as she gazes at me from beneath the fringe of her lashes. I’m sure she can feel my c**k poking her rounded ass. There’s no way she can’t feel how aroused I am. I don’t know what to do. Of course, I don’t show my uncertainty.

Licking my lips, I place my hand on her knee and whisper gently. “Look at me, little one.” Her clear, luminous eyes meet mine with a sad expression. It’s like getting hit by a ton of bricks. At that moment, I want to pick her up and take her out of this hellish place.

The auctioneer clears his throat, urging me to continue. I know that I have to do something. I just don’t know how to do it without molesting this girl. She must see the hesitation in my expression because she takes my hand and slides it up her thigh until it’s resting above her bare folds. I look down at my hand, then back at her, and slide my fingers gently around her swollen seam. Her breath quickens, and her eyes become dazed at my touch. Leaning forward, I place my lips against hers and slide my finger inside her tight velvet sheath. Her soft moan reaches my ears and echoes inside my mouth. The kiss is gentle yet life-shattering at the same time. Her lips taste like berries, and her soft little tongue hesitantly meets mine. Her molten walls wrap around my finger tightly, which makes my c**k throb at the thought of sliding inside of her. As soon as I feel the thin barrier that marks her as a virgin, my mind halts, and my body freezes.

Without another thought, I slide my hand from between her thighs and stop kissing her. She’s not the only one who’s breathing like she has run a race. My heart is beating like a drum inside my chest, my eyes are dilated, and my lips are swollen with pleasure. I realize at that moment that if the situation hadn’t been so sinister, I’d have enjoyed f*****g this girl. Probably more than enjoyed.

The man gives us both a satisfied smile and gestures for us to rise. “Are you satisfied with your purchase, Mr. Black?”

I nod my head and clear my throat. “Yes, I am.”

“Good.” The man mutters with a pleased clap. “Very well, a bedroom has been set up for you upstairs. There are drinks, condoms, and anything else you’ll need at your disposal. Please, let me know if there is anything else you require.”

I nod my head as I take the girl’s hand to lead her to the room. This is a completely mad moment. I’m so out of my element with this situation that all I can do is watch the man close the door behind us.

The room is large with a big king-sized bed. It looks like something you’d find in Victorian times with its lavish interior and mosaic walls decorated with painted men and women in various states of dress. There’s a wine bottle, glasses, a tray with condoms on a nearby table, and what looks like drugs.

The girl strides up to the bed and stands beside it with a nervous expression. “How would you like me, master?” She mutters in a breathy yet husky voice that makes every part of me vibrate with desire.

Holy s**t! What the hell is happening to me?

I know that I’m not going to have s*x with her, but my body is not in agreement. “What’s your name?” I ask in hopes of distracting myself from my arousal.

Rogue should be letting me know as soon as Sebastian walks into the house. The girl bites her lip and gazes anxiously into my eyes. “My name’s Penelope Varela. Please…please, can we just… can you just…do it.” She asks desperately. But it’s not the desperation of someone who wants to have s*x. It’s more like she wants to get it over with, which makes no sense.

“How did they get you, Penelope?” I ask as I slowly approach her.

Penelope’s eyes widen with fear, but she doesn’t cower as she gazes into my eyes. “I…I…I don’t know what you mean.” She asks with a false tone. She flinches when I reach my arm out to her and sighs with relief when I raise her dress up her chest and slide her arms back inside the strings.

“I mean, why are you so calm about what just happened when it’s obvious that this is not what you want? Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you for being honest with me.” I ask in a calming voice.

Instead of putting her at ease, my words make her eyes widen with panic. “Please…” She cries softly, her lips trembling and her eyes glistening with tears. “Please, I have to do this. Don’t give me back.” She ends with a mournful cry. Before I can say more, she removes her dress, rises to her toes, and kisses me. My traitorous body instantly responds to her aggressive move. My hands wrap around her naked waist and pull her firm body close to my chest of their own volition. Our tongues meet in a desperate yet delightful duel.

We kiss for several minutes before I can find the strength to pull away. “Wait…listen. How did you get here?” I ask as I try to evade her pleading lips.

The girl shakes her head and kisses my neck, her hands opening my shirt. “I can’t tell you. Please, just take me. I want you to. You’re handsome and gentle.” She whispers desperately.

Struggling in her hold, I manage to make some distance. Her brow furrows in disappointment as she backs away and whimpers hollowly. “You don’t want me. You’re going to give me back.”

I shake my head. “That’s not it. You’re beautiful, but that’s not why I’m here.”

Her clear eyes jump to mine, staring intently at me as if assessing mine honestly. “They’ll kill us if I tell you. Like they killed that poor man in the streets.”

I shake my head and pull her close, caressing her jaw to soothe her. “No. No one will hurt you. No one can hear or see us in this room. I made sure of it.” I mutter gently.

Penelope’s eyes plead with mine.“Who are you?” She asks carefully.

My jaw ticks, and my nostrils flare at her fearful question. “Let’s just say that I’m here to make sure these men never do this again. I’m not here to hurt you.”