BETRAYED BY THE MAFIA LORD

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r announced. I stared at the painting from across the room, the dim

$1,500," the auctioneer

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rested in the painting, in fact, I was only here for the painting. I saw no re

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er waiting for a few more seconds, I raised my paddle just as

urned arou

,000 from the gentleman at the back

ck tuxedo. He had long hair tied in a short ponytail and a p

for more bids. Everyone began murmuring among themselves. "Who

000,

now had his eyes on me. His scowl seemed to disappear

$1,500, but we are already at $2,

a proud smile, knowing that he wouldn't go higher. To my surprise, he lif

ion on a painting? Even the announcer was du

like this. I glanced at the man, who was staring bac

head-on. "Twenty million dollars!" I yelled. If I thought the room was already dead silent befor

room erupted in applause. I had just bou

y life savings on a painting and saw him staring back with a grin.

able and introduced myself. "Hey there, I see y

ested in," he replied, flashing me a smirk, the

ong his tuxedo. His grin grew wider, hinting that he knew what I was implying, and soon his h

er lying next to me, but I could hear the sound of running w

rations. There were many paintings hanging on the

id open, revealing the man standing half-na

?" he asked with a

ven't gotten your name after

," he said, beginn

it was for nothing?" I asked with a scoff.

to be a one-time

ass! Do you think I

ression. "So what do you want then?" h

d. He stared at me wit

ust met," he said, lea

n he stopped, he took slow strides to the bed and leaned over so that our faces

n, and two men barged in, dragging a nearly unconscious man with them. They dro

ole from me?" the hot strang

o sell the drugs," one of the men

held his chin in his hands. "Do you kno

on't happen again!" the

and without warning, he brought out a knif

all over his face and asked, "Do you s