I needed this young woman to know I wasn’t letting anyone else take her home tonight.
That she was as safe as she could possibly be considering she was here in the first place.
I gestured to Alex and Devin to follow me as I stood from my spot toward the back of the crowd.
We were a united front in this and in all things thanks to our “family” connection.
Soon, we’d be united in a whole new way. In the perfect heat of her body, in the experience of taking her. I was moving forward with even greater purpose when I spoke again.
“And an extra fifty K for you, Mr. Auctioneer, if we can end this right here, right now. My associates and I would like to get our night started sooner rather than later.”
Devin threw a look my way, and Alex kept his cool, but I could see skepticism in the set of his brow. But the auctioneer was the one whose opinion mattered for the moment, and when he accepted my bid, a sense of triumph came over me.
I carried it up to the stage until Alex, Devin, and I were all face-to-face with the item we’d just bid an astronomical amount of money for.
“You ready to get out of here, gorgeous?” Paying the money and signing any paperwork would take no time at all.
The girl’s eyes, a warm brown that was anything but ordinary, the richness in it already making me anticipate touching her,seemed to soften. Not quite melting like chocolate yet, but give it a little time.
“You…” she started to say, but then she looked to either side of me where my two companions stood. Wide-eyed and a little breathless, she said, “There are three of you.”
“More than she bargained for, I guess,” Devin said next to me. “Can’t promise we’ll be gentle tonight, but I have a feeling you’ll like it either way.”
The longer she looked between the three of us, the more my body could feel her responding to us in the same honey-slow, heated way I recognized in myself.
She even swept her gaze over each of us. Head to toe, likeshewas the one who’d won a prize, and now she was surveying her winnings. Devin might just be right.
I’d never been wrong about my instincts when it came to women wanting me, and even if this sweet virgin didn’t know what her desires really meant, she had them all the same.
I’d need to talk to my father about this whole fucked-up situation as soon as possible.
But tonight…well, tonight I’d enjoy this job I was born into and the rare gift it had given me of a gorgeous woman no one had ever touched before me.
3
DEVIN
The girl sitting across from me, decked out in her fancy dress, was perched in a way where she’d be as small as possible.
Legs crossed, arms folded over her chest, shoulders slumped inward like she could fold away into nothing if she willed it hard enough.
But no amount of sheepish posture could keep my eyes off her. Goddamn, this girl was beautiful.
Andgirlwas a pretty accurate way to describe her. How old could she possibly be? Her big brown eyes had a sweet purity about them that practically billboard-displayed that she was a virgin.
But I had no idea how anyone could resist touching her regardless. All that lovely olive-tan skin and glimmering dark hair…she was a knockout.
And I was supposed to fuck her with two of my mobster friends.
How the fuck had I ended up in this situation?
Instead of asking that, though, I turned to her and asked, “How old are you, angel?”
She just about jumped out of her skin.
She hadn’t expected me to speak to her, I guess, and she certainly didn’t expect the seductive venom I injected into my tone.
“Oh, um, my name is Frankie,” she started by correcting me.
