Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 114584 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114584 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Lucca comes around the car to let us out, and I release Elena’s hand and step out of the SUV, adjusting my tux. This is an important event for me. There are arms dealers here, friends and foes, and the selling of flesh. This event is where men join together and rise up. Not showing up wasn’t an option, not showing up with her even less of an option, especially with her father being here.
If I’m lucky, I’ll show Romero how much his little girl has changed and end up with a deal or two. All I need is for Elena to stay in line.
Reaching for her, I take her hand once more and help her out of the SUV. She stands on shaky legs, and shivers in the cold wind, before smoothing a hand down the rest of her dress. The venue is at an old casino that was newly renovated but not open to the public. Ahead are the only doors that allow entrance into this place, and they’re guarded by two mammoth men.
Inside this place, any type of fighting is prohibited, and I feel naked having to leave my gun in the SUV, but I don’t need it to deliver damage. There is a reason I work out and why I did illegal fights when I was younger.
Elena leans closer, seeking out the warmth of my body. When we reach the doors, the two men look me over before moving their gazes to Elena. Submissively, she looks down, and the men drink her in, and how couldn’t they in the dress she is wearing.
They look a little longer than necessary, and my jaw tightens as I bite my tongue to stop myself from telling them not to look at her.
What the fuck is wrong with me? I’m the one that put her in the dress, the one that wants to draw attention to her. The reason they’re looking at her is my fault, and yet, I want to stab every fucker for doing so.
After a moment, they open the door and wave us in. Elena clings to me, looking every bit like the helpless, obedient slave I want everyone to see her as. Peering down at her, my eyes are drawn to the diamond ring on her finger that glitters in the light. Mine. All mine. Any man who tries to make an offer on her tonight will die. I’ll kill them, not here but afterward.
Walking inside, the smell of cigar smoke filters into my lungs. The place is already crowded, men exchange in quiet conversation while half-naked women walk around the room carrying trays with beverages.
There are a few women with men, but those are few and far between. Most do not bring their spouses to these types of events, women have no real place in our world, except on their backs with their thighs spread. This is a business event, but it’s also my chance to show off my soon to be bride.
Anything from the selling of flesh and guns, gambling, and to the arrangement of marriages and illegal fights take place within these walls. This will be Elena’s first dip into my dark world, and hopefully, last.
Surveying the room, I see they have it divided into three spaces. A huge horseshoe bar sits at the back of the room, a stage where the auction takes place is at the front of the room, and numerous tables and chairs litter the center, making up the middle. On one of those tables, I spot Markus, he got here early like I told him. Our eyes briefly lock, and he gives me a slide nod, letting me know there is no trouble here tonight.
Walking over to the large bar, I release her arm and pull out a stool. She sits down without question, squeezing her thighs together so much that her legs shake. Keeping her head down, she places her hands in her lap just like I’ve instructed her to. I long to see her beautiful green eyes but push the thought away.
I take the seat next to her and look around, surveying the space. Of course, most of the people around us are men and looking right at Elena. They openly gawk at her, and with the way she is sitting, most of her legs are exposed, the fabric riding up her legs, so close to her pussy, her bare ass is touching the seat. She is all but naked and fulfilling the job I need her to, but that doesn’t mean I like it.
“I don’t like this,” she whispers beside me as if she can read my mind.
“Don’t talk,” I brush her off and wave the bartender over. “Whiskey neat, and a water.”
“Yes, sir.”
Just as our drinks are being served, the first group of men dare to come and talk to me.