Resplendent in a black suit and a flashy red tie, this man’s silence and composure drew my attention. His short, slightly tousled black hair caught the air as he sat, exuding confidence and power.
A jagged scar ran along his jawline, but that wasn’t the most striking thing about him. That credit was reserved for his eyes—those cold and empty gray eyes that sent shivers down my spine. His face was rugged, his expression completely blank, unreadable.
This man was different from the other men. And while I thought of them as pigs, I wasn’t sure what I thought of him. How could I when there was nothing to read from him?
Those men were mean, and their words were cruel as they debated on the rapidly escalating price. Even the auctioneer was shocked by the numbers—to be honest, so was I. But despite my shock, I hated every last one of those men and hated myself for being stuck in such a sticky situation.
I never thought that a day would come when I’d be put up for sale like a used cargo. I stood there, fighting back the tears that welled in my eyes, unsure of my fate. One thing was certain, though; now that the bidding was ongoing, one of these filthy pigs would emerge as the highest bidder.
And then, they’d claim me as their prize.
The mere thought of that felt like I was being gutted with a knife. However, I wasn’t going to let them see me vulnerable.I refused to break down in front of these soulless monsters. I wouldn’t give them that satisfaction. No.
When bidding began to stall and murmurs about the “unmanageable girl” being too expensive rose from the crowd, the unexpected happened.
The man with the cold eyes casually raised his hand, and the room immediately fell silent. Clearly, he was one of the most respected among the ranks. Because why else would a single gesture command such instant compliance?
Heads turned to face him, and I could feel the anticipation in the air.
When he placed the bid at one million dollars, a collective gasp rose from the others, and I felt my own breath catch in surprise.
No one dared counter, not a single soul. Instead, they all just exchanged glances and watched him in awe.
For a moment there, time seemed to have stood still, and that’s when it dawned on me. This man didn’t just buy me like a vintage car in an expensive garage. He just claimed me as his own.
I hated myself for feeling a bit of relief that he was the one who bought me and not one of those pigs. However, the feeling was fleeting, and his stare told me what I already assumed deep down.
This wasn’t salvation.
No.
It was something darker, and I was caught right in the middle of it.
Chapter 4 – Nik
“Damn!” a man from the auction exclaimed softly beside me, watching as the wild girl fought against the men forcing her into my car. “It’s a good thingIdidn’t buy her. She’s a liability.”
I turned toward him, casting a stern glare that made him shrink in terror. His throat bobbled as he swallowed hard and avoided my eyes.
“Bitch!” One of my men’s voices drew my attention to the commotion unfolding near the parked SUV. “She fuckin’ bit me!”
The girl was fighting back vehemently, refusing to get in the vehicle. Even with her hands bound, she threw powerful kicks and weaponized her head, striking her skull into their faces whenever she had the chance.
Her grunts filled the night air as she snarled, biting, violently flashing her fingernails like demonic claws.
“Just get in the fuckin’ car!”
“No!” She slammed the door shut with a kick.
Another one of my men groaned in pain, his loud voice echoing through the night. It turned out that when she kicked the door, she’d slammed it into his fingers.
That must’ve hurt!
The struggle between the wild girl and my men caught everyone’s attention, including those who were already driving out of the compound. Most of them looked at her with disdain and disgust, as if she were an untamed beast that needed to be locked up in a zoo.
But that’s not what I saw. Inmyeyes, she was wild and dangerous, yes. But that was the exact thing that made her different—fascinating in every way. The darkness that wrapped around her like silk pulled me in like a moth to a flame.
Breaking such a fiery spirit would be a challenge, since she was a tough nut to crack. But that was the most interesting thing about this whole situation. She was definitely going to break under my rule, but at least I wasn’t going to be bored with her anytime soon.
