Unknown POV

-A few days before the attack-

   My shoes drag against the muddy grass as I head towards my dreadful destination.

A small, run-downed house in the middle of nowhere is in the mist of a soon-to-be thunderstorm.

The sky is a dark blue almost purple like hue with heavy clouds lingering above.

It's like the weather can sense my gloomy mood.

"I can't believe I got myself into this mess." I mumble under my breath as a tear leaves my eye.

Rain starts to pour as I bang my fist on the door. The wood rattles underneath my fist.

Footsteps near the front door patter against the hardwood floors.

The same hardwood floor that gifted me splinters the first night they kidnapped me.

"Oh good." The door swings open harshly. The same man who decided to threaten my grandma's life was standing before me.

He whips his head around, making his eye-watering smell demolish my nostrils.

"Don't just stand there. Get in, moron."

I swallow the lump in my throat as I step through the threshold. The smell of oaky wood and whiskey was present.

"Did you place the listening device where I told you to?"

I nod my head with a sigh. I'm such a horrible person. I regret ever getting into this mess, but I can't just abandon my sweet old grandma.

"Good. Now will finally be able to kill two birdies with one stone," his sadistic grin shows off his yellow teeth. "Take down Vincenzo and that bitch, Francesca."

"Dominick?" My voice quivers as he stares down at me. He is a short man, but he still beat me by a couple inches.

He hums under his breath, his hands busing himself by pouring liquor into a shot glass.

"How is my grandma? Is she still alive like you promised?"

He licks his lips, setting down his glass. "Of course. You will get your sickly bitch of a grandma back right after we take down the Valentino family."

He knock back the glass before pulling out his phone. "Here is some proof."

He flashes me a picture of my grandma sound asleep.

My heart aches at the thought of her being all alone. She can't take care of herself. Dominick's henchmen better be taking good care of her, like I was promised.

"Now get lost. The Russian's will attack in two days. I don't want to see your face ever again." He turns back to face me. "Am I understood?"

I nod, rushing to get the hell out.

"Oh, I decided to be a generous man and transfer fifty thousand dollars to your bank account."

I freeze in place. That's enough money to get away from all this. I can take my grandma and finally move to Australia.

Grandma could be happy and live her last couple of months in peace by the ocean.

"I suggest you take your grandma and move far away by tomorrow," Dominick chuckles as if he can hear my thoughts. "I won't be as friendly if I run into you the day I attack. Might even kill your pathetic ass." He mumbles the last part making me shiver.

I run straight out of the door hurriedly. I need to start packing today. As much as I cared for the Valentino family, I care even more for my own flesh and blood.

Grandma took care of me when my parents died tragically. It's my turn to take care of her.

I just hope the Valentino family can forgive me in the future. I somehow grew attached to them in the short amount of time.

Especially, the love of my life, Ria.

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Francesca POV

   My whole world seems to be declining as we speak. I have a gag in my mouth, suppressing me from calling for help.

Im on my knee with my hands tied behind my back like some animal.

And multiple other women are in the same situation as me.

Im helpless.

I listen as music from behind these very walls stop. It goes silent before there are people shouting on microphones.

"Ladies and gentlemen. We are now going to start our bidding for tonight."

Fucking shit.

"We have a butt-load of items for you today, including the famous, Francesca Walsh"

Loud booms of cheers and applauses are heard throughout the room. Is that all I am to these sick people?

An item!?

I tune out the rest of the nonsense and focus on calming my nerves.

I'm not about to get sold like some livestock animal.

A tall but slender man walks over to the girl on my far left. Her screams are muffled by the silk ribbon gag.

He throws her over his shoulder and walks towards the stage.

This is wrong.

And very fucking sick!

I need to get out of here. Not only that, but save these poor women from being victims of human trafficking.

I'm going to make all these people pay. Including the potential bidders. How dare they indulge and sprinkle their money into this type of auction.

I'll make the all pay. Starting with that Russian bastard Dominick.

Vincenzo's POV

"There she is." I grin like a stupid idiot as I look through my scope on a sniper rifle. I catch a quick glance of Francesca's gorgeous red locks of hair, before she is carried away by men.

"We need to move fast." I abandon my rifle and replace it with an AK-47. "Kill anyone who gets in the way of us finding my girl, understood?"

A confident chorus of "yes boss" was heard throughout my mafia. I had about 10 men with their guns fully loaded. One of the men just so happens to be Lorenzo.

I told him to stay back and rest, but his stubborn dumbass insisted. Right when the family doctor discharged him, he was back in his feet, ready to blow some heads off.

I assume he mostly wants revenge from getting launched out a fucking window.

"Fucking fantastic! Let's get this over with!"

Francesca POV

One by one, the ladies are roughly plucked from the ground and brought to the stage to be sold.

"Annnnd sold! Kassidy Golding, for $1.3 million."

This is just a fucking game to them. They raise their numbered paddles and make an offer on a human life. On ladies who have no say in this world whatsoever.

"Your turn bitch." A man cuts off my wrist ties. My head snaps to the side, my arms flying to hit the man. Just as he drops me, another man joins in on the brawl.

Before I can blink, I'm slapped across the face. I hiss at the unpleasant sting and my watering eyes.

Assholes.

I'm dragged to the stage kicking and screaming like a damn child.

"Our last but certainly not least item for sale is, FRANCESCA WALSH!"

My eyes try to focus on the crowds below us. The brights stage lights are blinding me. I'm pushed down to my knees with by three men.

The bidders all wear masks like cowards. They cover their faces so no one can identify them.

"Look at her ladies and gentlemen. Francesca Walsh is a well know women when it comes to the mafia world."

The blonde haired guy on the microphone walks across the stage with a sadistic smile. I want to cut that smirk off his fucking face.

"You may have heard of the things she has done. She killed Micah Serrano, a well known king pen."

My head throws back in laughter. He was my first kill. I did it when I was first hired by Giovanni.

The man deserved it though. I intervened right when he was about to have sex with a girl who was asleep.

"She also murdered my cousin Dorado. Rest In Peace." The announcer snarls my way as I smirk at him.

Not so smug now are we, mate?

"She assassinated him days before he was going to get married."

To be fair, I didn't even know he was engaged, but he was willing to fuck me, so maybe I saved his soon-to-be wife a broken heart.

"Recently, Walsh has joined a popular Italian Mafia in the United States."

The crowds roar in excitement. Every single minute of this is pure torture.

"Her and the Valentino Crime Family murdered a well known guy with allies upon allies. Giovanni Morelli."

Ah, there it is.

The crowds start boom with people shouting and cheering. Some protest while some laugh in glee.

I watch as the announcer stirs the already boiling hot pot even more. Adding out-of-context accusations here and there.

"Let's start the bid at $5 million! Do I hear $5.1? Oh, 6.8 from the lady in red."

The biding keeps going, money offers stacking higher and higher.

"Do I hear $20.5 million dollars!? $20.5 million going once, going twice! And sold! $20.5 million dollars sold to the man in white with a black mask!"

I close my eyes as I hear claps heard throughout the stadium. I can't bring myself to open my eyes and search for the fucker who just bought me.

The guards start to once again pull me away, that's when the rabid sound of gunfire and screams start to take hold of the auditorium.

A/N- I think we all know who the rat is!! Are you surprised!?? 😱