~Matteo~
"Are you sure you want to do this, sir?" Samuel, my second, asked from behind me. I could feel him watching me closely as I watched the girl being auctioned off on stage; he no doubt disapproved of my interest in her.
"Why wouldn't I?" I asked casually without turning from the glass panel where I watched the blonde-haired girl stare up at the booth I occupied on the balcony with contempt. I knew the lights would be blocking her vision of Samuel and I, but luckily, I could see her perfectly.
"Well, she is not like the usual stock we purchase," Samuel admitted plainly, stating the obvious. "I am not sure we have enough sedatives to dull her feistiness and make her compliant." He lamented, looking out the window at her.
"Why would we dull her ‘sparkle’?" I asked, loving how she stared into the glass; it was like watching a tiger at the zoo. It was beautiful, majestic but wild! You could see its power, its killer instinct, and its need for survival as clearly as you could see the stripes on its back. But the glass barrier gave you the security needed to make you feel safe!
Something told me she was not much different from that caged animal, and once those restraints were off, she, like the tiger, she would be fighting for her freedom. Freedom she would never taste again now that she was mine.
"You mean to put her to work?" Samuel asked as he approached the glass to access her like he did all other purchases. A smirk played on my lips as the host came to pull her from the stage, but her eyes remained locked on mine, and I wondered for a second if I was wrong and she could see through the glass and see the smile painting my lips.
With no warning, she lifted her elbow, slamming it into the host's nose; blood exploded all over her, and the white nightgown splattered in more of his lifeforce.
"I don't think she would like that, do you?" I asked Samuel with a chuckle.
"Since when does it matter what the slaves want?" He countered, making me smirk. Usually, he would be correct, but there was something about her that I liked, something that drew me to her. Even my wolf Blaze, who mostly lay dormant in the back of my mind, had stirred seeing her fight.
"Do you like her?" I asked Blaze, but as expected, he ignored me and slithered back into the hole he had crawled out of.
"I am pretty confident that if she is dumped in one of our establishments, she will bite off more cocks than she will suck!" I expressed, watching as the security came in and three enormous men restrained her trashing body, dragging her backstage.
"I am not sure whether to be impressed that it took three men to restrain her or disappointed in the security team who work the auction," I stated dryly, making a move to leave.
"Both!" Samuel snapped as he followed, sighing heavily. "But sir, the elders will not be happy; they will want to see a return on their investments." My second started to say as we headed from the room and down to where I would lay eyes up to my most recent purchase.
"You have spent a small fortune on this girl, and you don't plan to put her to work?!” He continued whining.
"That is correct!" I grinned as we approached the door, my eyes flicking to the security team that stood outside. I allowed them a minute to radio through to find out where I needed to go.
"Realistically, this should have been sorted before I arrived; I do not appreciate being made to wait." I expressed calmly as I crossed my arms and waited.
"Then what is she for?" Samuel huffed moodily, unable to hold his tongue, hating that he would have to explain to those on my board that I had spent the 50 Million that was meant to go on a slave for one of their whore houses.
"I guess we shall see." I grinned, not caring; it was his job, not mine. Straightening my suit, I nodded to the staff as the door opened for me. A beautiful woman wearing far too much make-up and not enough clothes beckoned us to follow her down the hall to where Samuel would make the deposit, and I would lay eyes on the newest item in my collection.
A metal door opened for Samuel and I; the smell of blood and sex filled the air, but the overwhelming scent of fear that oozed into the room did surprise me. Turning, I eyed the host, a smirk coming to my face, realising the scent was coming from him, and something told me it wasn't because of me. But rather, the dainty blonde he had left to come and greet me.
"Are you sure you want to go through with this sale, she is a handful?" He grunted roughly, still sulking as he held his bloodied nose, which was undoubtedly broken.
"I have large hands!" I stated dismissively. "I didn't realise you were in such a position to turn down 50 Million?" I walked around the dimly lit room, taking in the chains that hung from the ceiling and whips and other floggers lined the walls, no doubt used for pleasure, just not the girls that I knew had hung from the chains.
"I am not! But 50 Million isn't worth the holy hell that will rain down on me if she slits your throat in your sleep!" The male in charge expressed through a wheezing nose that evidently was giving him breathing issues, a smirk toying at my lips as I stared at his ageing face, his eyes as dead as my cold heart. The wrinkles that loitered his face made him look much older than I suspected he was.
"Perhaps we should listen to Mr white!" Samuel sniffed from beside me, pleased that the fat prick in front of me had given us a way out. I flashed my eyes at Samuel, a dangerous warning swimming in my green hues.
"I am just trying to look out for you, Mr Accardo, the host rasped through his broken nose.
"I don't pay you to protect me, I pay you to deliver my package." I barked, flicking my eyes to dismiss him. With a heavy sigh, he nodded and shuffled from the room, one hand covering his nose the other on his thigh where she had bitten him. Turning around, my gaze locked on Samuels, a warning swimming in my green hues.
"I suggest you remember your place, or it will be YOU sucking cock in the whore house. Do I make myself clear?"
"Crystal!" Samuel nodded, holding his breath.
"Very good!" I winked, as he left to make the payment. Walking over to a chair that sat in the corner of the room; pulling my pocket square from my pocket, I wiped the chair off, placing the red fabric down on top of the dirty wooden surface so I could sit on it. My suit cost more than this shithole.
"If you push me one more time, I am going to break more than your fucking nose!" A feminine voice boomed as the doors opened, and a scent of lavender and spring floated through the room, invading my senses. She smelt like fucking heaven! I don't think I have ever smelt anything so sweet, and never will I again.
Blaze stirred in the back of my mind, forcing himself to the forefront of my mind, watching her through my eyes, a baffling amount of lust and need suddenly washing through me.
I could feel him bouncing from paw to paw as the image of a feisty female dressed in a bloodied nightshirt, her blonde hair tangled from the chaos of the last hour. Bruises lined her delicate skin that had Blaze furiously growling as she stepped closer. A hand gripped her arm, pulling her back, misunderstanding my intentions.
"MATE!" Blaze screamed in my head, confirming my early suspicions as a smile etched across my face; crossing my arms and falling back into the darkness the chair offered, I watched her.
'Well, isn't this going to be fun!' I mused to myself.
~Emmy~Shuffling forward slowly, thanks to the iron restraints attached to my ankles, I made my way into a shady room. "Oh, look, another room that stinks of piss and death!" I snorted sarcastically, glaring over my shoulder at Sir. "Although that might just be you, old man!" I added with a sly grin, earning me a slap to the back of the head. "You need to learn some manners!" Sir snapped at me hatefully. "Yeah, forgive me, I am a little out of touch on the etiquette for how one is meant to address her kidnapper." I barked, rolling my eyes at the stupid prick."With a little more respect than that!" He grunted, kicking my legs out from under me as he let go, allowing me to tumble to the floor with a yelp. "Careful now, Sir, you wouldn't want to damage me before I am paid for." I scoffed, rubbing my sore hands from the impact of the fall. "You are already paid for!" He laughed, kneeling in front of me, his face hovering close to mine, close enough that if I wanted to, I could headb
~Matteo~I wasn't lying when I said she was mine, and given how Blaze was itching at the walls of my mind, he, too, agreed. She was a wolf; I could smell it on her, but the way she held herself intrigued me; she was like no wolf I had ever encountered, nor human. She was different, and I wasn't sure if that was a good thing yet. Stepping closer to her, the need to touch her too strong to ignore, I closed the gap between us, lifting my tattooed knuckles to run down her cheek, coating them in the blood that had dried to her skin. "Are you going to be a good girl for me? Or do I have to keep you restrained?" I asked coldly, searching her eyes for a trace of the wolf I felt inside her. "Fuck you!" She growled, spitting in my face before turning her head quickly to bite my hand that traced her skin. She was quick, but I was quicker; moving my hand before her teeth had a chance to pierce my skin I dropped it to her throat, gripping it in my large hands I tightened it around her slender t
~Emmy~ Beads of sweat dripped down my face and onto the blindfold that covered my eyes, inches away from my dried and chapped lips. My heartbeat increased with each passing second. The sound of wind whirling by the vehicle I knew we were in was the only sound I could hear."Hello?" I tried to say, but my words were suffocated by something that had been placed in my mouth. "That will teach you to bite!" The voice giggled in my head, making me groan. I had woken up to the soft lull of the car as we drove down what I assumed was a highway. We had been driving for at least twenty minutes when the car pulled to a stop, and whoever was in the vehicle exited.Restraints completely immobilised me. My wrists were encircled behind my back by the ominous cold metal of what I could only assume to be wrist cuffs. Hard metal ran up my back to where a frigid chain ran around my neck. Every move I made had the chains clank together. My whole body ached and screamed for relief from the position I w
Emmy***Three weeks earlier*** "Can I go out tonight?" I asked my Ma for the fourth time this hour; I knew what her reply would be. Yet I hoped she would say yes, anyway. I could count the number of times my mother had let me out on my own on one hand. You wouldn't think I was seventeen months old! Not seventeen years old!"Eighteen soon!" The quirky voice whispered in my head, making me frown softly, forgetting for a second my mother was staring at me. "What's wrong?" My mother asked quickly, her eyes scanning my features and scrutinising my facial expressions carefully like she always seemed to of late. "Nothing!" I snapped, crossing my arms over my chest with a pout. I knew if I told her the voice was back, she would shove another pill down my throat, and then I definitely wouldn't be allowed out! I knew her concern was coming from a good place. No one liked a crazy female! Not even us gypsies! But it didn't make it any easier to swallow; I wanted my freedom out of this damn wo
~Matteo~"I don't think this is necessary!" Blaze whinged while he watched our mate over the top of my laptop that sat on my lap. He had moaned the whole car journey, to the point I wished I had gagged him too. He had been a silent passenger since our previous mate's death, pretty much leaving me to run the show. At times, I had wished he would come back to take some of the weight on his shoulders for the life we led, but if this was how things would be, I would have to speak to Samuel about a supernatural way to mute him. "I don't care what you think!" I snapped as I typed away on the keypad that sat on my lap. She has been babbling to herself on and off for an hour before finally giving in to exhaustion. I suspected she had been talking to her wolf, although I didn't understand why she wasn't doing it internally. Something I would ask her when I got her back to the penthouse. Maybe Gypsies did things differently to the rest of us. A smirk slipped over my lips, hearing her moan in
~Emmy~Waking slowly, I yawned softly, my body stretching out on the softest bed I had ever slept on. "Damn, did I die? Am I sleeping on a cloud?" I mumbled as my eyes opened to see I was surrounded by crisp white linen. Snuggling back under the sheets, I closed my eyes again before they shot open as memories of the last few days danced across my mind. Kidnapped, auctioned, restrained, and ... Nothing after being restrained, only foggy memories of a conversation I knew had to be a dream. "I was beginning to think you would never wake up!" A serious voice announced from somewhere in the room. I wanted to bury myself under the sheets and pray it was all a dream, and I was about to wake up in my mother's wooden caravan on a bed made of lumps and bumps. But hearing the footsteps head my way, I braced myself for the cold reality that none of it was a dream. The sheets were pulled from me and thrown back; light blinded my eyes from an open window. Seizing my chance, I jumped and slammed
~Matteo~Sitting in my seat, I sensed Blaze moaning that she was out of sight and smirked; he was so whipped already! Although I expected nothing less! As I walked by her, I could see the clogs turning in her head and knew she was about to do something reckless. That most likely would end with me not being able to eat my fucking breakfast before my meeting started because I had to teach her a damn lesson.. again! I remained silent but motioned for the chef to bring the food forward; I watched him pick up a tray filled with pastries only to freeze as his eyes lifted beside me. A soft blush crossed his cheeks as he lowered his gaze and looked at the floor, clearly trying to show respect. Closing my eyes as her sweet scent drifted by me, I sucked in a breath to silence Blaze, who was howling like a dog in heat. Opening my eyes, I looked in the direction I sensed her and found myself frozen just like my chef, seeing her stride past my seat as naked as the day she was born, her skinny l
~Emmy~I wanted the ground to open and swallow me alive. I had bared my body to him, hoping to get a reaction, yet the only response I got from this smug bastard was amusement. I guess he is used to seeing naked women, and my body doesn't interest him. "Oh, it does!" The voice countered. "He is just more stubborn than you!" But these men who had joined us, although not looking at me directly, gave me the impression that they wanted to do more than sit at the table with me. They wanted to look but undoubtedly were trying to be respectful of their host! Perhaps respect is what I should have shown him in order to get what I wanted, but then I never did things like most people! "Probably why you are in so much shit!" The voice I was trying desperately to block out laughed, making me wince. I really was starting to miss those purple pills because she was starting to become a constant companion, One I did not want nor as for."How was the auction Matteo?" A male at the top of the table a