My Bidder

13.

My breath shortened and my chest tightened.

Panic.

That's all I could feel.

I never image seeing them again after what he did to me. I didn't think he would either. And it angered him to know where I am.

My father stood in front of me.

Dante looked at me and then back towards my father. "Fuck," Dante cursed under his breath. Everything was adding up. My behavior, my apologies, my flinching, and how I ended up at the auction. Dante grabbed my hand and I tensed. I wasn't sure if he was doing it to comfort me or show my father who I belong to. Which was now Dante. I knew what my father was thinking. I was a whore. Maybe I was. The amount of time he said I was. It was adding up.

"Hello Boss," my father smiled towards Dante.

"Caporegime," Dante nodded towards him. My father was a Caporegime? I was so wrong about my father. He was bigger than I thought. Dante noticed my tensing. His thumb rubbed my wrist, calming me.

"Mr. Ricci, is she bothering you?" My father muttered through his teeth. He was pissed. He grabbed my wrist, squeezing tight, pulling me towards him. I yelped as my head hit the wall behind him. I could feel the bruise forming.

"You fucking whore, how did you get here? You fucked your way into his bed, didn't you?" He whispered in my ear.

"She's not bothering me. She's my fiancé." Dante told him, gently grabbing my hand and bringing me back towards him. He placed his hand in front of me, protecting me.

"Fiancé?" He questioned.

"Yes," Dante nodded. "Excuse me, but we have to go chat around." Dante clenched his teeth. I could tell he was holding back. But he has to contain himself. His arm wrapped around my waist, and he guided me away.

"Fuck, I'm going to kill him. Are you okay?" He asked. I rubbed my pounding head.

Don't cry

Don't cry

Don't cry

"Shit," Dante pulls me into the bathroom. He shuts and locks the door. Dante pulls me towards his body. He was so warm and safe. Tears run down my cheeks, my make up was messed up and probably ran all over his suit.

"I'm going to kill him," Dante cursed.

"You can't," I whisper.

"Why the fuck can't I?" He growled. I flinch at his loud tone, but I didn't let him see.

"Because he's a Caporegime." I explained.

"I don't fucking care, I'll find another Caporegime." He said.

"Please, I don't want a war breaking out because of me." I begged, looking up at him.

"Okay, go back upstairs. You're dismissed." He grumbled, back to his old self. I pulled away from him and frowned, and then I did what he said.

~

When I reached my bedroom, I took off my make-up and brushed my hair out. I changed into a silk pajama dress and then went to bed.

When my head hit the pillow, a knock interrupted the silent night. I groaned and got up. Opening the door, curiously on who was on the other side. "What are you doing here?" I shrieked, shocked and scared.

"I came to warn you." My father said. My hand gripped the door handle. The pressure I was holding on the door handle turned my hand red.

"A-about what?" my voice challenged. This was the first time I talked back. Maybe this place is changing me little by little.

"Mr. Ricci. You tell him nothing, got it? You're lucky you ended up here, and you can thank me for that." My father's face turned red with anger. You could see the veins popping from his neck. I nodded my head, with no hesitation.

"Good, we didn't have this conversation." He said. He removed my hand, forcefully, and slammed the door. My breath shorted. Shit.

~

The next morning, I didn't see Dante anywhere. He wasn't at breakfast, but everyone else was. Where was he?

Walking back to my room, I bump into Hunter. I cleared my throat. "H-hi!" I beamed.

"Well hello babydoll, aren't you just a joyful thing this lovely morning?" He looks up from his phone, which he was typing on.

I bit my lip, nervous to ask. "Where is Dante?"

Hunter thinks for a moment before responding, "He is... doing something." My eyebrow raises.

"What is he doing?" I wondered.

"He's -" Hunter didn't finish that sentence because we were interrupted by something or someone.

"Hunter!" A man shouts behind us. I turn quickly at his rough tone of voice. It's Blaze.

"Boss needs us downstairs," he announced. Hunter nods and then quickly pecks my cheek. I'm caught off guard, so I stand there acting like a fish who just got flashed with a flash.

The two big men walk a separate way. I sigh and walk back upstairs. I sit on my bed. I'm so bored. I didn't think that would ever come out of my mouth.

I open my night stand and grab my journal. I've always enjoyed writing. I write about my days, made up scenarios and stories.

For the rest of the day, I read, take a walk outside, and eat. That's pretty much what I do for days.