"One million," A man seated at the corner of the room called out, raising his paddle.
My heart pounded louder with each bid. The men sneered, their eyes devouring me like I was a piece of meat. My body trembled as I rubbed my sweaty hands on my clothes.
The bids went higher and higher until there were just two men left. 
"Three million," the chubby man declared, impatient evident in his tone.
There was silence in the room for a moment.
"Five million," A stranger countered, raising his paddle. 
My eyes widened in shock as I tried to figure out who this stranger was. The room was filled with murmurs and no one could counter the stranger. 
The auctioneer's gavel slammed down. 
"Sold!" 
***
Leila Flynn, 19 years old, struggles to keep her ailing brother alive, and her life takes a dark turn when she is suddenly kidnapped into London's underworld auction. During the auction, she is bought for a high price by a mysterious and wealthy stranger, Dominic Anderson. Leila is then taken to a grand mansion in London, where she begins a complex relationship with Dominic.
Dominic, a powerful mafia boss, lives a life shrouded in mystery and danger. Leila gradually discovers that Dominic's concern for her and her younger brother, Michael- who suffers from leukemia- goes beyond mere kindness. Under Dominic's protection, Leila tries to uncover his true intentions while also developing a subtle emotional connection with his brother, Luca.
In this dangerous game of love, betrayal, and revenge, Leila must decide whether to place her trust in Dominic or sever all ties with his perilous world once and for all.

Maid for the Mafia

　　Finally, after an eternity for my phone sitting on the desk to buzz, it did. I picked up the phone and saw Stefano light up the display. My heart was hammering in my chest as I answered.


　　A pause on the other end was a long-enough pause to spike my anxiety. Then he spoke, his voice low and serious.


　　"Dom, you're not going to like this."


　　My grip on the phone tightened. "Just tell me."


　　He was quiet for so long again, and I could feel, across that phone, that tension. "The call… it's coming from a place you would never expect. And to be honest, well, it just doesn't make any sense."


　　"What do you mean, Stefano? Where in hell did it come from?"


　　His words leached the color from my face. It was as if the ground had opened up and I'd started falling into some bottomless hole. None of it made any sense.


　　"Are you sure?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.


CHAPTER 24 Just Tell Me