Vendetta: Mafia's Deadly Game

Sell a girl

[Ava's Pov]

He grasped my face, examining me closely before attempting to lift me. "You wretched woman, did you consume any medication prior to your arrival here?" I locked eyes with him, my heart racing within my chest. Anxiety surged through my veins as I struggled to make sense of the predicament I had landed myself in.

"No," I managed to utter, my voice quivering. "I haven't ingested anything."

His grip on my face tightened, his fingers digging into my skin. I winced in pain, desperately attempting to free myself from his hold. Panic engulfed me as I became aware of the danger I was in.

"You're lying!" he spat, his voice filled with anger and accusation. "I can see it in your eyes. You're high, aren't you?"

Tears filled my eyes as I vigorously shook my head. "Please, I swear I'm not. I haven't taken any medication... I can't recall it clearly at the moment," I pleaded, my voice barely audible.

His gaze penetrated mine, searching for any hint of deceit. The room fell into silence, the tension mounting with each passing moment. My heart raced, my mind consumed by thoughts of escape.

Suddenly, he released his grip on my face, causing me to stumble backwards. I managed to steady myself on the edge of a sofa, my hands trembling uncontrollably.

In that moment, I was completely intoxicated, consumed by an overwhelming desire for him. Four glasses of wine had numbed my mind, rendering me oblivious to anything but his enticing presence. Rational thoughts were overpowered as my longing for him grew stronger, rendering the world around me insignificant.

As soon as he moved away from me, I swiftly grasped his shoulder and brought him down onto me. Our bodies pressed together, our faces just inches apart. I could sense his breath on my lips, and my cheeks grew warm.

His eyes revealed anger, uncertainty, and frustration, as if he was torn between resisting and surrendering to the unexpected closeness that had unfolded between us.

I felt his hand reaching out, but it surprised me. Instead of what I anticipated, he reached for my fallen clothes beside me and covered my face with them. With trembling hands, I removed the clothes from my face and barely opened my half-closed eyes to catch a glimpse of him hastily dressing himself.

Confused and disoriented, I struggled to comprehend the recent events that had unfolded. Gradually regaining my senses, I came to the realization that I had been drugged, leaving my memory of the past few hours hazy at best. Panic began to consume me as I desperately tried to piece together the sequence of events leading up to this moment.

Summoning all my strength, I managed to sit up, my head throbbing with each movement. Surveying the room, I recognized it as the location where I had arrived for a meeting. Empty bottles were scattered across the floor, and the pungent smell of alcohol permeated the air. It became painfully clear that I had been taken advantage of during my vulnerable state.

Fueled by a surge of anger and determination, I hastily dressed myself, pushed myself off the bed, and stumbled towards the door. Just as I reached for the handle, a voice from behind me interjected, "You cannot leave this place without my permission."

My body became frozen as I glanced back and witnessed the man from earlier positioned in front of the door. The gun he gripped was aimed directly at my chest. "You have no alternative but to surrender peacefully, or else I will shoot you in the head right here and now," he uttered in a hushed, snake-like tone.

His words were delivered with a casual yet chilling coldness, leaving no room for negotiation. I never anticipated Mr. Daniel to be like this. His expression lacked any emotion or fear, resembling more of an assassin than a murderer, someone who wouldn't hesitate to take a life. A shiver ran down my spine as I cautiously stepped away from the door and left it closed.

He pulled the trigger of his handgun, causing a shot to ring out and strike the side of my wall. Hastily, I covered my ears with my fingers to muffle the sound of gunfire, but it seemed he had utilized acoustic panels. Slowly, I lifted my head and observed him, holding a gun in one hand and a glass of wine in the other.

Suddenly, at the sound of the doorbell, I jolted awake and turned my head to gaze at the shut door behind me.

He rose with a smile and used one hand to push me back before heading towards the door. When the door opened, my heart rate increased even further. I saw four individuals enter the room, all dressed in black suits and wearing stern, serious expressions. My mind raced, attempting to comprehend the situation. Who were these people? Why were they here? And most importantly, what did they want from me?

Upon their entrance, I noticed that one of them tightly clutched a briefcase, as if it held something of great significance. The others positioned themselves in a formation, their gaze fixed upon me with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine.

"Welcome, Mr. Thomas Martinez," Mr. Daniel chuckled, introducing one of them and warmly shaking their hand. Upon hearing this name, numerous questions flooded my mind, as I recognized it from somewhere but couldn't quite recall where. My thoughts remain clouded from the four glasses of wine I had consumed, and my heart began to falter. It wasn't that I had never consumed wine before, but this was my first time in such a peculiar situation.

Mr. Daniel and Mr. Thomas Martinez were standing far away from me, engaged in conversation. However, Thomas' gaze was fixed on me, causing a sense of unease as it seemed to penetrate through me. There was something about him that felt familiar, but I couldn't quite place it.

Suddenly, a memory flashed in my mind. Months ago, I came across a newspaper article about a notorious criminal named Thomas Martinez. He was infamous for his ruthless nature and involvement in various illegal activities. My heart raced as I realized that the man standing before me could potentially be the same Thomas Martinez, wanted by the authorities for multiple crimes.

Panic washed over me as I grasped the danger I was in. How had I ended up with a wanted criminal? Was this some sort of setup? Countless questions swirled in my mind, but I knew that there was nothing I could do at that moment. Was this the end for me?

Both of them began walking towards the sofa from the door.

"Look up," I raised my face fearfully at Mr. Daniel's voice, but my eyes were still fixed on Thomas's feet. And my mind was fixed only on ensuring that these footsteps did not approach me.

Contrary to my expectations, Mr. Daniel stepped forward and forcefully lifted my hair to face him. "When I give an order, it must be executed immediately."

I trembled as Mr. Daniel's grip tightened on my hair, compelling me to meet his gaze. I stared into his angry and lustful blue eyes.

Thomas, who had been sitting silently on the sofa, finally spoke up. "Mr. Daniels, please refrain from hurting her."

Mr. Daniel's grip loosened slightly, but his gaze remained fixed on me. "She needs to understand her place, Thomas. We cannot tolerate her disobedience."

"She is worth millions of dollars, so please don't harm her," I shifted my gaze from Mr. Daniel to Thomas, trying to comprehend his words. "Any damage to her face would decrease her value. She is precious." I felt uneasy under Mr. Daniel's intense stare, a knot forming in the pit of my stomach. His words lingered in the air, causing me to question the morality of the situation.

Mr. Daniels released his grip on my hair, his anger momentarily subsiding. His eyes flickered with a mix of curiosity and greed as he turned his attention to Thomas.

"How much is she worth?" Mr. Daniels asked, his voice filled with intrigue.

Thomas leaned forward in his seat, his eyes darting between Mr. Daniels and me. "She is a rare commodity, a highly prized possession in the underground market. Her beauty, intelligence, and innocence all contribute to her significant price tag."

My heart raced as I listened to their conversation, realizing the seriousness of my predicament. I had always known I was beautiful, but I never imagined that my value would be measured in monetary terms.

Mr. Daniels stood up and walked towards Thomas, a sinister smile playing on his lips. "So, you're saying that I could sell her and make a fortune?"

"Yes, you can sell it, but you can't make a fortune out of it," Mr. Thomas said, looking into Daniel's eyes.

"What does that mean?" Mr. Daniel's face grew serious as he leaned forward.

"She is drugged, and you even had s*x with her, so-"

"What do you mean?" Mr. Daniel interrupted Thomas, feeling his fortune slipping away.

"Our agreement was clearly stated if you bothered to read it. My boss wanted a virgin girl," Thomas finished his speech and leaned back, causing Mr. Daniel's face to show signs of distress.

A wave of despair washed over me as I realized the depths of the darkness surrounding me. I had always dreamed of a life filled with love and freedom, but now those dreams seemed like distant fantasies.

I quickly got up from my seat and ran towards the door to save my life. "Catch her!" Mr. Daniel ordered, and Thomas, one of the guards, grabbed me and forcefully slammed me into the wall. My head hit a picture hanging on the wall, causing it to fall and shatter, just as I had hoped.

Mr. Daniel delivered a strong slap to my cheek. "Do you understand now? Thomas, take him out of here. We'll deal with the rest later."

As Thomas reached forward to grab me again, I instinctively jerked back, causing my foot to lose balance. I stumbled and fell through the window, plummeting from the 100th floor.

While falling, I cast a final glance at Mr. Daniel, his red eyes fixed upon my demise. Who was this Mr. Daniel, adorned in red? But I lack the breath to seek an answer to this question.