Cry For Me

[ 1 ] Sold?!

Aeryn's pov:

I always loved to draw. My mother used to draw with me all the time in our garden. When she was still alive we had beautiful flowers like roses and tulips in all kinds of colors.

She died when I was 11 years old and it had a big impact on my whole family. My dad became a completely different person. My mom always stopped him from going too hard on me, especially with training. So when she died, he became even more ruthless and cold.

I believe he actually loved her before me and my siblings were born. I believe he looked at her with love and care. But that wasn't the person I knew. That was the person my mom told me about.

I shake my thoughts away and focus back on the drawing I was working on. It's a woman's face. She looks scared and there are shadows all around her.

My head shoots up when I hear cars pull up in the driveway of our mansion. I look outside my window and I notice a stream of black SUVs driving up to our house.

I go back to my drawing that's almost finished and not even two minutes later my bedroom door opens. I flinch slightly upon seeing my father at the door. He doesn't show any emotions looking at me. I don't think I've ever seen him smile in my 19 years on earth. 

"Aeryn. I need you downstairs for something."

I stand up and close my sketchbook, leaving it behind. I walk up to my dad as he leads me out of my room. His two bodyguards tower over me like hungry lions ready to attack. I was taught early in my life that meek and foolish thoughts like these would get me killed and that showing fear was weak. My dad told me I could not survive in the mafia world if I was weak. I sucked everything up and made myself stronger every time hoping my dad would let me go one day. 8 year old me would've never thought about the life my dad gave me.

I am led through the kitchen into the dining room. There are about 25 men all dressed in expensive-looking suits. When I look at their faces they all look at me with mixed looks in their faces of coldness and hunger. I knew I had a good body and always tried my best to hide it with oversized clothes from all the eyeing guards in my house. I still had my nightgown on.

I give a small meaningless smile at the men standing in my dining room knowing my dad wanted me to be polite. I noticed a few smirks on some of the men's faces. I was used to attending meetings with my dad but I don't think I knew any of these men. Why would they be here?

"Go sit there," My dad says to me, pointing at the small stairs dividing the kitchen and the dining room. I sit down immediately and the men seem ... impressed? While my dad and the men start to talk about business, I just stare at my shoes and fidget with my dress. I look down again when I notice that most of the men are looking at me. I fidget with my earrings but then one drops to the ground. Looking around I find it at the bottom of the steps. 

I stand up and bend down to pick it up. I hear something from my left.

"Fuck, dude, look at her." I look through the corner of my eye and see them all looking at me. I stand up again while glaring at the men scowling them.

"55 million of the profit this 6 months along with 7% of shares from my company in Italy." One man speaks up.

"70 million along with the wine company and the last 2 weeks shipping's," Another man says before a yelling match starts between the men.

"20% in Pisa," The men begin to fall quiet. "40 million along with access to the shops in NYC, LA and Europe." Even my dad is quiet now. The man steps forward and I tense up at the familiar face. My dad's brother, Armani.

His short broad figure stands proud amongst the crowd of tall men. He is dressed in an all-black Armani suit. Of course, his ego is huge enough that he wears his own name.

I don't know what the bidding that's going on right now is for, but considering my uncle is here, it wasn't good. Things are about to go down and searched the room for one of my brothers but no one else was here. I met Armani when I was 9 years old, and there is one thing I know about him. He is not a good man.

"You want to pay that much for my daughter? I thought she was worth less than even a glance." Once those words reach my brain, I start to understand the situation that's going on right now. I want to run, to scream, but before I can move three guards have already surrounded me knowing I would put on a fight.

Armani looks over at me. I try to move out of the guard's grip, but nothing is working, biting down hard onto my cheek till it starts bleeding to not break down in front of anyone.

"Yes, and more if necessary." I stare at my uncle with pure hatred written all over my face. If I wasn't held back by the guards I would've already slit his throat and he knows it.

"On one condition" Armani speaks again. "I want to take her with me right now, not wait until she turns 21 I don't have the patience for that."

I swallow the lump in my throat and I try to break out of the guard's grip again, a growl leaving my mouth when one backhands me across the face. The other two guards grab my arms with more force now and I spit blood on the bitch that slapped me, earning another slap across the face. I don't care. I've taken much worse than this.

"I agree to your terms," My father says while shaking hands with his brother, and just like that I'm sold.

"Father, no, please. You can't just sell me like that." I struggle against the guards as they drag me to my uncle and I punch one of the guards on the nose hearing it break and he falls on his knees holding his nose.

"Pussy," I spit out while being dragged by my hair towards Armani. "Antonio! Emilio! Help!" begging for someone to save me from my fate. I silently pray for my uncle to change his mind.

"Father! No, please. C'mon, I've been strong you! Don't let them take me." My eyes widen slightly when my father's hand connects with my cheek leaving a sting.

"Aeryn!" my brother Emilio now enters the dining room too with a few guards chasing him and my other brother. I punch the man holding me and manage to hug Emilio before I go.

"Don't let them take me" I say with pleading eyes, tears starting to form in my eyes.

My family watches silently as they take me away. I know that if I was in one of my brother's place, this wouldn't have happened. My dad was always angry at me for being a woman. It was never my fault. He's always seen us as the weaker sex. I'll show him when I get my revenge for this and kill him with my own hands.

I started struggling again when we reached the front doors but couldn't do much. I felt a needle pierce into my arm and I blackout in Armani's arms.

The last thing I see before I blackout is my father smirking at me.

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first chapter!! I'm so excited.