Mafia Auction

He rolled his eyes behind the mask he was wearing, leaning back on the dark booth at the very back of the room

His shirt halfway unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up, tattoos visible everywhere

He was clearly bored, anyone who looked at him would easily figure it out

As each person came on and off the stage he was getting more bored

But then you came on the stage, pulled by a collar around your neck

His eyes roamed on your perfect sweat ridden body as a smirk found its way on his face, no more bored but intrigued

He leaned forward, elbows on his knees as his eyes finally fell on yours, full of anger, defiance and a bit of challenge

He'd have fun breaking you

Before the auctioneer had time to say anything, he shot up from the booth, voice low, deep, vibrating and dangerous as it could be heard all the way over to the stage

"10 million dollars"

That's when your eyes widened