Page 12 of A Virgin for the Mafia Daddy

Bianca wraps her arms around herself, visibly shaking as the bids keep climbing. I have to put a stop to this, now.

My gaze drops to where his hand is already on his cock, stroking himself through his pants.

Oh, fuck this.

I storm through the crowd, pushing people out of my way. "Four hundred thousand," I bellow. Her eyes snap to mine, flooding with a potent mixture of shock and relief.

My brother’s gaze swings to mine, seeming just as confused as the other men in the room who recognize me as a Romero brother.

Caden’s mouth twitches at the corner, but that’s the only indication that he finds this amusing. “Four hundred thousand from Mr. Romero. Do I hear four-twenty-fi?—”

Before anyone else can bid, I leap onto the stage and yank the gavel from his hands. “Four hundred thousand going once, twice, sold to me.” I pound it once against the podium and toss it back to him, snarling as I lift Bianca into my arms.

“You came,” she whimpers, throwing her arms around my neck.

“Always, Little Lamb. I’ll always come for you.”

A rumble of displeasure rolls through the crowd as I sweep her up, bridal style, and carry her down the steps off the stage, my fierce gaze daring anyone to challenge me.

They should know better. One word from me and they’ll never come to another auction again.

Her taut little body trembles in my arms. “I-I thought m-my stepdad was going to w-win me tonight.”

I freeze mid-step. “Your stepfather?”

She nods, her face still buried in my neck. “Charlie.”

Charles fucking Montgomery. That mother fucker who was already touching himself while looking at my Little Lamb.

“One second,” I say, lowering her gently to her feet.

My eyes find Charlie’s, still leering at Bianca from the back and stroking his pencil dick through his pants.

In two long strides, I cross the room, my fist colliding with her stepfather’s face. There’s a satisfying crunch of bone beneath my knuckles as his nose breaks. Blood sprays as the piece of shit crashes to the ground.

Whatever objections our other patrons had on their tips of their tongues vanish and they all sit in dead silence, terrified expressions on their face.

Caden sighs from the podium and gestures to one of our guards to clean up my mess.

Yes, I think. Take out the trash.

Unfazed, I turn back to Bianca, my expression softening as I take in her shocked, paled expression. Once again, I lift her effortlessly into my arms. “Let’s get you out of here, Little Lamb,” I murmur.

“W-where are we going.”

“My bed,” I snarl, carrying her out of the auction ballroom, desperate to get her away from all these leering eyes. Everyone parts for us, gawking as we pass by.

Even though my room is only down the hall, it feels like miles as I stride purposefully through the dimly lit corridors, Bianca clinging to me tightly.

Finally, we're at my door and with a quick swipe of my keycard, I gently lower her to my king-sized bed.

In the corner, the air conditioner kicks on, blowing cool air across our heated skin as I lay down beside her, gently rubbing her back, trying to soothe her, wishing I could take away her fear with every stroke of my hand.

“I was so scared,” Bianca says, huddling against me, trembling uncontrollably. “I didn’t think you cared. I didn’t think you’d come.”

“Shhhh,” I hush her. “You were never supposed to be on that stage. I’m going to find out who put you there and fucking kil?—”

“It was me,” she sobs. “I snuck out to find my sister and when one of the bodyguards stopped me, I told him I was here for the auction.”

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