Slaves: 50 Million Euros

"Sebastian, turn your car to casino!" screamed Don Matteo Linardi's, who was immediately drawn to the charming town of Nice in southern France. After attending the wedding of the daughter of a business partner who was betrayed by tasting the bride on the second floor inside their mansion.

The gentleman appeared even more handsome and stylish in his black tuxedo. The bride, Celine wasn't expecting Don Matteo to show up, and without waiting for the celebration to end, the girl drew him in for a long-awaited moment of passion.

The dashing mafia lord, who rarely smiled and always peered carefully at everyone, became an appealing part of it, beloved by many ladies, young and old.

Mrs. Alice Cooper, the wife of a prominent politician, couldn't stop salivating when she met him earlier, despite knowing that she was holding husband and pretending to follow Don Matteo by the pool.

Wealthy women were readily persuaded by the mafia lord's death seduction; within minutes, they spoke. Her chagrin was palpable when Don Matteo declined the invitation to stay at the hotel as usual.

He headed wandering in quest of a different girl to end the last night in Nice when the wedding party had become dull. "Master, we have arrived," Sebastian muttered unwittingly, shattering his reverie and joining the escort inside.

Casinos and bars are merely disguises at Madam Lilly's club. Upper-class visitors seeking fame and entertainment in a human sales auction disguised on the ground floor.

Don Matteo Linardi's was greeted warmly by the owner, who were surprised to see him arrive. "Oh, sir, welcome! It would be an honor if you would vote for the gorgeous girls of our choosing," she exclaimed to the club's most loyal patrons.

Without smiling, the man strode directly into the VVIP lounge, passing the old woman in thick make-up, not wanting to waste time and money on a girl who couldn't please him, and stating, "We'll see. Hurry up and prepare a drink for me!"

"With my pleasure," Madam Lilly bowed properly before instructing the waiter to serve the most costly bottle of wine in their cellar to the special guest.

Don Matteo sat staggeringly inside the VVIP lounge, peering at the glass window through the dark stage. White smoke slowly emitted from the mouth, awaiting the start of the moment. Beautiful girl are auctioned off to appease greedy men who consider them pets.

Sebastian stood up straight behind him, and the waiter quickly appeared with two empty glasses and a bottle of wine. He checked the bottle and took the first sip for Don Matteo's safety. So many adversaries want the mafia lord to perish in their hands.

"A high-quality wine has classic flavors," he whispered, indicating that it had passed the inspection. Immediately, he poured into another glass and thrust it toward Don Matteo. "Go ahead, sir!"

As the host launched the auction, it was the perfect moment for the mafia lord to enjoy a glass of wine. She was the first blonde girl on stage, with lighting revealing her beautiful visage and curves.

"Elizabeth, virgin of Devon, England," he screamed, booming throughout the glazed room, tempting wealthy men to spend their money. "We start the auction at 300,000 euros, please, gentlemen."

The girl's rigid demeanor makes Don Matteo not at all interested. Sebastian poured to the empty wine glass, patiently waiting for the auction to end. The second girl is shown in the stage. Belmira's from Brazil is seductive and defiant.

He neglected looking for something else from tonight's auction once more. Five girls are presented, and none of them receive the mafia lord's attention, instead opting for older males more deserving of being their father, a sugar daddy.

It's quite monotonous! He grumbled angrily and then went to instruct the bodyguard to prepare to leave. Suddenly, Don Matteo gasped as he saw the last girl on stage holding just a tiny piece of fabric.

"Gentlemen, this is Alyssa Candace, the beautiful virgin of the small island of Folegandro's in Greece, presenting the closing of the auction event," according to the host. "We start at a value of one million euros!"

The girl tiny hands painstakingly covered her exposed chest and bottom. Clumsy, trembling body was unhappy with what happened to her on a dreadful night, after two days of being kidnapped and hidden in a strange environment. Long black hair flowed over the shoulders, some hiding the dark face and lips rattling from the cold without a coat in winter.

The VVIP privileges room was a hive of activity, with men talking with one another. Alyssa Candace, the prima donna, draws the attention of hungry males who indulge in passion to play vulnerable and sinful humans.

"Such an innocent girl, so original, deserves to be my concubine!" The old nobleman, eager to have her soon. "Two million euros!" he exclaimed firmly.

"Alyssa deserves to replace the loser girl I bought two months ago who frequently steals my money!" remarked the successful businessman from America. "Five million euros! Each day, I shall whip such a delicate, gorgeous girl into obedience."

On the other hand, not to be surpassed by others, a prince of the Middle East joined the more expensive offer, saying, "It is very suitable to accompany my bed. I put in a bid of ten million euros; carry her to my yacht right now!"

The girl stood up agitate, peering around the large, dark glass window. The only possibility remains a predatory man who has completely destroyed her life. The spotlight distracted her vision, and unwittingly raised hand, masking the harshness of the light.

It was a pleasing sight for Don Matteo Linardi's, who was astonished for a minute and determined that the girl was the most expensive slave he had bought.

"50 million euros!" He pointed to the girl as if she were a slaves in his lavish mansion.

Everyone present, including Sebastian, was taken aback by the mafia lord's decision to spend so much money on an innocent woman who appeared ordinary. Bastardo! His mind condemned master's immoral behavior.

"Thank you, Don Matteo; we will immediately prepare the girl as yours to take home," the auctioneer remarked as he concluded the bidding with a flawless profit.

Alyssa's arm was yanked off the stage, but she managed to avoid two guards who threatened her life. Matteo smiled as the country girl was eventually led out helplessly. Little rebels are voluptuous. Tonight, he conquered her heart.

"Let's go home now!"

"Okay, sir."

Then, Sebastian called the pilot at the airport, as he was prepared to return to Italy. In the corridor, they see Madam Lilly. "Oh, Don Matteo, you are indeed a very kind and generous man!" she exclaimed as awaited for him to pay.

"Sebastian, quickly transfer my money from a Swiss bank to this club!" He gave a stern order and then walked away.

A black limousine awaits him entrance outside the casino building. Soon after, the bodyguard bring a girl wearing a fur coat over her head and was pushed into the car for joining his boss.

The girl is attempting to flee from terrible predator who wish to prey on her. The tough man's hand was shoved aside, but the grasp was too powerful.

"Don't cause any trouble, miss!" he sternly warned. "Just follow my boss's orders if your life wants to be saved!"

"Let me go, please let me go, I'm not a girl..." She pleaded pitifully, but the bodyguard didn't want to hear her cries and closed the door.

Click! All of the doors are locked. The vehicle drove along the road to the airport. Bruk, Bruk! Alyssa pounded on the windows and doorknobs to get the car to stop.

"Hey, let me go, bastard!" She screamed even louder; her fate was truly unfortunate to be kidnapped and threatened by a stranger a second time.

"Stop whining, miss!" Don Matteo exclaimed. "You are already mine; there is no way you can escape without compensating more than your sale price!"

The girl was taken aback because she had only observed a man near her earlier. Brown coats are securely hooked, shielding her from being attacked by a harsh male.

"What kind of person are you?" she demanded vehemently, sliding to the brink. "For what reason am I here, and where are we going?"

The strafing query was replied to by the mafia lord's mocking chuckle: "It turns out that you are a talkative and overly curious girl! Your task: don't ask so much anymore; simply desire and fulfill my demands, understand?"

"No! I think you misunderstood, sir, because I'm not the girl you thought I was," Alyssa slammed fiercely at the arrogant and haughty foreign man in order to defend her dignity from a scumbag who considered herself a cheap prostitute. "Now put me down here; take me down!"

Matteo's tuxedo ripped swiftly. The white shirt was ruined by the brash, small hands on the first night of the meeting. The terrible impression left by the jerk girl irritated him.

"I'm going to kill you off if you dare run away from me!" He bluffed, firmly clutching the ragged coat worn by the country girl. Their two eyes collided.

"Please let me go home; my father must be worried there," she whispered quietly, then her eyes darkened weakly before closing abruptly.

Oh, sh*t! Matteo cursed loudly.

Alyssa was already sagging limply in his arms. The girl was suffering from tremendous trauma as well as cold and dread.

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