"Man you always run into the pretty ones."

"She's easy on the eyes that's forsure."

"I wonder how much she'll go for?"

I heard voices echoing in my head as my consciousness slowly started to return. I opened my eyes, blinking rapidly to adjust to the environment. When I finally opened my eyes and my vision cleared, I saw that I was in a very tiny, dark room, laying on the floor. There was a single lighting fixture that hung from the ceiling by a chain. The cement floor was cold against my skin, indicating that I haven't been here long. The walls were also made of cement, with large stains adorning it. Stains that I immediately recognized as blood.

James was leaning against the wall, watching me. Standing next to him were the men I recognized from the bar. They were standing in the corner of the room, one had his arms crossed in front of his chest, while the other was smoking a cigarette. Both of them had their eyes glued on me. The metal door behind them was shut, and most likely locked. I sat up quickly to see that my hands were bound, and I was still wearing that god awful Dior dress and heels.

"Hello darling." James said as he smiled wickedly at me.

"Fuck you!" I scoffed in annoyance, making the men look at me with surprised expressions on their faces. James looked at me with his eyebrow raised in curiosity as he tilted his head to the left slightly.

Whoops. I'm suposto be an innocent girl on vacation. Let's try this again.

"Where am I!? Where the hell did you take me?!" I said frantically as I looked around the room making sure to add fear in my voice to make it believable.

It appeared to have worked, because the surprised expressions on the mens faces now turned into cocky smiles as they looked at me fidget on the floor... fucking idiots.

"Aww no need to be scared now darling." James said as he walked over to me slowly. The cocky grin on his face made me want to snap his neck right here and right now, but I had to play my part until I could figure out a better plan to get into the Mafia. I scooted away on the floor, until the cold cement of the wall hit my back.

"Who the fuck are you? Why am I here?" I screamed as I faked tears. I was an incredibly good liar my whole life, and I was thankful I learned how to cry on command back when I was a child... my parents would always give me whatever I wanted when I started crying, so needless to say, I learned pretty quickly.

"Stop crying. We have a showing in twenty minutes, and we need you looking your best for the buyers." James said as he grabbed my arm roughly and pulled me up so I was standing on my feet. One of the other men in the corner turned around and opened the door before both of them walked out into what appears to be a hallway.

Buyers? So I must be in the right place. Thank God.

Due to my heels, I stumbled as James dragged me towards the door. He paused for a moment before looking back at me with his eyebrow raised. His eyes scanned me up and down, making me feel so disgusted that I bit my cheek in order to prevent me from vomiting on him.

"You won't be needing this." He said as he quickly turned around and grabbed the neckline of my dress. He ripped it in one quick motion, and the flimsy material of my dress fell to the floor, leaving me in only my underwear. Jame's eyes stayed glued onto my chest, where my plump and full breasts were covered by a white lace bra.

"Blaze, was it?" James said as he continued to stare at me as he licked his lips. I noticed that the other two men in the hallway were now focused on me as well, with their eyebrows raised and their eyes wandering.

"Y-Yes." I whispered as I pretended to be scared.

"Are you a virgin?" James asked me as his eyes met mine, I saw his pupils dilate with lust as I felt my stomach drop and my hands start to sweat.

"What?" I asked in a surprised tone. I knew how their operations ran. The more innocent and untouched the woman is, the higher the price they could sell her for. James didn't like my response, and he tightly gripped my neck and slammed me against the wall, knocking the wind out of me.

"Answer the question." He growled as his hold around my neck tightened.

"N-No." I managed to breath out.

"How many men have you fucked?" He asked again as he tilted his head.

"O-O-One." I said as I struggled to breath. He looked over at his men and nodded at them with a smile, and they walked back into the room and closed the door behind them.

"Then I'm sure our buyers won't mind if we fucked you before the auction." He said as he smiled evilly and grabbed my breast with his free hand. I gasped in shock as his hand started to pull down my lace bra, revealing my nipple as the other men behind him started to fumble with their belt buckles as they looked at me with smiles plastered on their faces.

A flood of unwanted memories started to overtake me, and I started breathing heavily as I tried to process what was happening to me. I started to squirm under his hold, causing his grip around my neck to tighten even further as he choked me. My heart started beating rapidly as I began to fight back with more force. His other hand started to trail down my body as the men behind them started to drop their pants.

Fuck this mission. Fuck these assholes. Fuck this shit.

James hand reached the waistband of my white panties, before I was completely and utterly consumed with absolute rage and fury. I kneed him in the balls as hard as I could, causing him to hunch over slightly and release the grip he had on my neck.

While he was hunched over I brought my leg back up and my knee connected with his nose. I heard a satisfying crack of his bone breaking. His screams brought a smile to my face, as I felt every bit of self control I had slipping away. With my hands still bound, I ran past him and ran towards the corner of the room where the other two men were. They quickly started to pull up their pants as I stepped onto the corner of the wall and pushed off, giving me the height boost and the spin I needed to kick one of them in the face. My shin made contact with the side of his head, and I continued to spin until I landed on the ground, facing them. He fell to the floor with a loud thud while James was in the corner holding his nose as the other man ran towards me.

He threw a right hook at me, and I hunched my back forward, dodging his punch. I rotated my hips and kicked him in the ribs before I bent my knee and extended my leg again to kick him in the side of the head while keeping my leg up in the air. I ran up to the wall again and pushed off to give me a height boost. I tucked my knees to my chest at the same time I swung my bound wrist under my feet, bringing my tied hands in front of me again. James ran up behind me, and wrapped his arms around my waist tightly. I quickly head butted him with the back of my head, and brought my bound hands up, grabbing him by his shaggy hair before I hunched my back forward and threw him over my back and into the cement wall.

The other men came towards me and tried to throw a punch at me, but I opened my elbows, and caught his wrist between my arms. I twisted my arms to the right as I brought my hands down, causing his shoulder to pop out of its socket. I kneed him in the face, knocking him out.

James ran towards me, and I once again ran up to the wall beside me and pushed off. I brought both of my arms above my head and elbowed him in the forehead with all of my force, cracking his skull open and making him fall to the floor unconscious.

The last guard came running towards me, and I quickly kicked the front of his knee, making another snap fill the air. He fell to his knees in pain, and I maneuvered so I was standing behind him. I heard the door open, but I didn't give a damn at this point. The only thing that I felt was anger, soul consuming and blood boiling rage.

With my hands still tied, I moved my arms so that I was grabbing the left side of his chin. I brought a leg up, and placed my foot on his left shoulder. I twisted his head to the left while I kicked his shoulder. The sound of his neck snapping filled the air as I watched the fuckers lifeless body fall to the floor. I looked down at my white lingerie to see that it was covered with splotches of blood, painting it crimson. My breathing was sporadic from the fight, and I looked up slowly to see three men standing by the now kicked down door, with their guns aimed at me.

Two of the men were looking at me with curious and bewildered expression as the third had an unreadable look on his face. He was muscular, more muscular than James. He had black hair that was styled to perfection. Even though he was wearing a dress shirt, the top two buttons were undone, displaying the intricate artwork that adorned his chest and neck. He had a sharp jaw line that went perfectly with his full pink lips. His nose was pointed, and he had a nose ring on his left side. He way by far, the most attractive and deadly man I have ever seen in my life. He glanced down at the bodies, examining the mess I've made, before his angry grey eyes met mine.

Annnddd there goes my cover... Fuck.