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“Yes sir,” said the Bravo sergeant.
“Not you,” I said. “You three idiots almost let them get away. Get the hell out of my sight before I fire you.” I gestured towards the exit.
“Sir, yes sir,” he said through his voice modulator.
The three Bravo guards turned and walked out the door.
Good riddance.
As the other guards walked the girls past me to the elevator, I grabbed Ash’s arm. “You’ve been playing games with me all day,” I whispered to her. “As soon as we get upstairs, I’m gonna fuck you so hard.”
Auction Me - Chapter 30 – Sabotage
The events of Sunday – September 22, 2013
As told by the banana king
The dick-sleeve in my pants was extremely sturdy. But it was struggling to contain my erection as I stepped off the elevator and made my way to the dressing room.
“Sir,” said my assistant as I passed by her desk.
“Yes?”
“Mr. Locatelli is on line 2. He said it’s urgent.”
Fuck.I nodded and went into my office to take the call.
“Magnus speaking,” I said into the phone.
“We have a problem.”
“I took care of it. The girls are in our custody. And the buyers…” I glanced at the security footage of the pre-auction lounge. Most of the leather sofas were already occupied by buyers in masquerade masks sipping on cocktails. And there was a line out the door. “We’ve got a full house. I’m confident we can get the five million.”
“I’m not. Your failed attempt to bribe Benedict Morgan tipped him off that we’re struggling. My informants tell me that he’s convinced the other families to bid low tonight. And once we go bankrupt, he’s gonna buy all our property on the cheap.”
“That mother fucker.”
“That’s not all. I just got off the phone with regulators in Italy. They’re fining us three million euro for some bullshit. So now we need this auction to bring in eight million.”
“That’s not possible,” I said. “Especially with the families colluding to bid low.” I’d just had a lovely brunch with those fuckers this morning. How dare they plot behind my back.
“For your sake, I hope it’s possible. You’ve served me well, Magnus. But I will not tolerate failure. Do I make myself clear?”
“Crystal clear.”
The call ended.
Fuck!I slammed my fist against my desk.
I couldn’t believe how quickly all of this was unraveling.
My Italian villa village was going to make us billions of dollars. It was going to cement our position as one of the wealthiest crime families in the world. But then Chastity’s father had pulled some strings and gotten our building permits revoked, leaving us with hundreds of millions of dollars’ worth of the finest Italian finishes in the world and nowhere to install them.
And now my boss was going to kill me if I couldn’t earn eight million dollars at a fucking rigged sex auction.
I took a deep breath. It would be fine. I thought best under pressure.
Maybe I could just kidnap all the high rollers and ransom them back to their families.
