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Chuckling softly, I shook my head, “She can be, yes, but only to those deserving. Her moral compass is better than mine, but her mean streak is definitely worse than mine. I’m a killer, I won’t deny it, but with me people know that they will die. My lovely wife on the other hand, you’ll never know with her. Scary or not though, she’s not bad, otherwise I wouldn’t have fallen in love with her.” Even with the doubts in my mind, admitting my love for her came out naturally without an ounce of hesitation.
The thought of waking up next to her soft face, seeing her cheeky little smile, hearing her obnoxiously cheerful laugh, feeling her soft skin beneath my rough hands, and to be able to look into those warm eyes of her to see the adoration and love that reflected my own were the only thoughts keeping me anchored through this ordeal. Those thoughts were my only motivation to make it out of here alive.
God I’d give anything to see her lovely face again. I want to see that uncontrollable smile of hers whenever I’d hold her face before leaning in for a kiss. That genuine smile whenever she looked at me was contagious to where I often found myself smiling like some teenage goofball.
“You must really love her. You’re smiling so real, and you look like how my dad looks at my mom.” If this kid could see it then I have it worse for Angel than I thought. Not that I complained because what’s there to not love about her?
It felt like forever and not when time for the event came. People in the cages were slowly pulled at random once the event was in its midst. This was so fucked up, selling people like cattle. It took a good chunk of my strength to keep myself contained as I watched the guards pull out whoever would be next.
By the time half the people in the cages were gone, it was my turn. It took two guards to drag me out of the cage, and another four escorted me to the main area where I was shoved onto a stage with Lady Qing looking down at me with a sick smile.
My eyes roamed the crowd below, glaring harshly at each and every single person there. They were all going to regret this, and I would make damn sure of it.
“Ladies and gentleman, the prize of the night. I’m sure many of you are acquainted with thislovelyman here, or at least know of him and his true business. How nice would it be to have all his means at your disposal? To have the Pakhan of the Volkov Bratva under your thumb.” Lady Qing’s voice echoed throughout the open room with the help of the microphone.
Her voice droned on for a while as she advertised me like some piece of damn meat. I paid no attention to any of it after a small while, her words zoned out completely. My full focus shifted away from everything though in a split second.
For a moment, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me, that my lack of sleep finally caused me to hallucinate my desire.
Relief filled me for a second before disbelief and anger replaced it.
What the fuck is she doing here!? Alone! Dressed like that too!
The damn fucker who ogled her would get stabbed if he didn’t look away in the next second. I’ll make sure it happens. I don’t care if I’m chained up, I’ll hold a knife between my teeth if I have to.
My eyes followed Angel as she moved graciously behind the large crowd of people, hanging around the shadows and keeping herself obscure as possible. I couldn’t help the jealousy boiling in my blood when I watched her lightly brush her hand across an old man’s shoulder, smiling flirtatiously and looping her arm around his to turn his body to use as a shield from Lady’s Qing’s gaze.
Fuck she looked lovely though. I only wished it were my arm around her waist right now instead of that old fart’s. The blue stood out so well with her fair skin and made her look like damn royalty.
A swell of pride puffed at my chest as I kept my eyes trained on her. That was my wife.My wife. That drop dead vixen was all mine. That proud queen who radiated a deadly aura of power wasmy lovely wife.
I was going to bend her over and take her in that dress after we got out of this shit show. It would look so lovely pooled around her waist while I pound her from behind. Her pretty ass would be marred with my handprints, and possibly some blood from the bastard who slipped his hand down to cup a feel of her bubbly ass. His hands would be the first thing I take from him before I end his life.
In a blink of an eye, I lost her. Panic stripped away the pride as my eyes frantically searched the crowd for my salvation.
Shit, did I really just hallucinate her?!
No, I might be losing it, but I couldn’t be that far gone. She’s here, somewhere out there.
“Three million, going once. Going twice.” Before Lady Qing could end the bid, her body went rigid.
