Chapter 60 MAFIA GAMES
This trajectory has all happened on impulse— alas, I just might have become a victim of Stockholm syndrome and this was evident in the words I had said to Sergie DeLuca and my thoughts as well.
I had just told Sergie DeLuca I would rather be with Santiano Rafael Devereaux than be with him.
I have weighed my options before him and my choice was with the man whom I thought had driven me into hell, the same man who had brought me into the world of the Mafias, tangling me up with their affairs and bringing me to a conclusion about my choice and feeling with a question—
“Am I in love with this man— Santiano Rafael Devereaux?”
The feelings riling up within me were all contradictory that I wasn't sure what to believe. I couldn't believe myself at that moment nor in the days I was with Rafael.
He had made things easy for me, made everything simple when I needed them to be, he had made my business his and would readily go down to earth to protect me from any harm.
Santiano Rafael Devereaux had shown me what it meant to be loved by a man and how far a man who was in love with a woman would go to make her feel secure.
Have I been conflicted about these feelings he nurtured for me and thought of it as right for myself?
Am I forgetting about my sweet Dylan Smith all because I have been separated from him?
Am I really succumbing to being loved by Santiano Rafael Devereaux?
Am I truly in love with this man?
After a little while of silence, Sergie DeLuca folded, getting up to his feet with his tone changing to a cold hue.
I knew I had gotten him upset with my words about Santiano behind a better choice for myself rather than being with him, but Sergie DeLuca seemed to be the last man to ever want to give up what he wanted and couldn't reach— not without endless trials.
The look he had in his eyes was expressive enough for me to understand and I knew he was making a vow with that look about how he would go any length to make me forget about Santiano Rafael Devereaux and have me say his name instead— claiming him to be my own choice of man over Rafael, just like Santiano had made me almost forget the man I was supposed to be married to— Dylan Smith.
“At the auction, Vanessa,’’ He began to say, looking away from me like he was hiding the expressive emotions already smeared on his face.
“I'm going to make the highest bid on you and you will become mine after you get sold to me and with that, my money will become my very own leverage to own you. That way, you will belong to me without a choice— forever!”
The sound of ringing bells began to jingle in my ears as I heard this, my eyes widening and my chest going numb that my words could barely force their way out of my throat.
An auction? I'm going to be in an auction? Or do I say, I was going to be auctioned?
I couldn't believe this as I began to wonder how many more surprises I was going to have to keep facing in this Mafia world.
At first, it was at my wedding— a Mafia boss had created a loop, destroying my wedding and taking me away for himself and for several days which had turned into weeks, he had continued to profess his love to me and just when I had thought I had finally escaped from his world, I had suddenly found myself in the lair of another mafia boss who apparently also was in love with me.
He wasn't just in love with me, he wanted me solely for himself, just like Rafael, but according to him, he could only have me by buying me.
Even if he did, I could definitely make out a war brewing hot in some space and it would burst out at any given minute as the day rolls by— all because of me.
How have all these things come into being? The host of the auction, who is he and what right does he have over me to make me one of the objects of an auction in the Mafia world?
I swallowed hard, bracing myself to say some words to Sergie DeLuca as he stood by.
“You think you can own me by buying me?”
He rushed back at me with a turn, swatting his fingers behind my ear as he cradled my face in his palm before I could resist his touch.
“I can do anything, Vanessa… anything.” He replied, then pulled away from me.
“By tomorrow, when I have finally won the bid for you, we shall get married at once!” Sergie said, ready to leave already as he began to retract his steps.
“What?!” I spilled out in a mumble, the feeling of surreal surprise shooting out goosebumps out of my skin.
“Good night, Vanessa. Tonight might just be your last night as an unmarried woman.” He continued with a mischievous grin. “Sleep well, my love.”
With my mouth slightly opened agape in surreal unbelief and my eyes telling a story of being dazed, I watched Sergie walk out of the room while stylishly sleeking his hair to the back with his palm.
He did this like he was refining his sleek, rich, dark hair or perhaps, he was trying to flex some muscles under his clothes.
Perhaps, I had been totally wrong about Santiano Rafael Devereaux bringing a crazy man. Sergie DeLuca seemed to be on another different level entirely which made him look more insane than the man I had seemingly become used to.
Has my fate really been sealed even before I can react to what was happening around me? Have I been left with no choices than to watch people from the Mafia world make biddings upon me to own me?
I couldn't doubt Sergie's claim to make the highest bid for me, but that was as well accepting the fact that I will be getting married to him once he buys me.