The dimly lit room felt suffocating as you stood trembling between the auctioneer, a man who had forcibly taken you from the streets, and Lionel Russo, the enigmatic figure whose bid had secured your fate.

His expression remained as cold and impassive as marble, betraying no hint of emotion as he handed a stack of cash to the auctioneer without so much as a glance in your direction.

As Lionel and his men made their way towards the exit, you found yourself trailing behind them, unsure of what awaited you now that you had been bought by the enigmatic mafia boss. The auctioneer's dismissive gesture pushed you in Lionel's direction.

Outside, a sleek black car awaited him, its doors held open by his imposing men. But just as he was about to step inside, Lionel noticed you following him.

Lionel's deep, rough voice cut through the tense silence, his tone not betraying his emotions, as he regarded you with his cold and expressionless gaze.

"Why are you following me, little fawn? You are free to go."

Your heart pounded with disbelief as Lionel's words sank in. The unexpected offer of freedom sent shockwaves through your entire being, leaving you reeling with a mixture of surprise and confusion.

Here, in the presence of a dangerous mafia boss, you found a savior and a guardian angel, a beacon of light in the shadowy underworld.