"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

　　It replayed in my head, over and over, like playing a record player in a loop, gnawing at the implications with every run. I wrapped my hands tighter around the wheel as we flew through the night.


　　"Dominic," Luca sliced into the silence between us, his tone taut with concern and anger, "I'm sure the Rossini's know something. What is our next move?"


　　I took a deep. "Well, I'm a step ahead of them. First, we're going to use the tracker on her necklace." I gave that to her for a reason, in anticipation of Rossini and Jocelyn's games. "If they are holding  her in their estate, we'll find out soon."


　　Luca's eyes brightened up. "Wow, that's smart of you, Dom. You already came prepared, knowing they could pull any stunt."


　　The moment we stepped into my study room, I didn't waste any minute and instantly opened the app on my laptop. A red dot blinked, pulsating with her location. My pulse surged. "She is still in the estate, west wing,  near the gardens."


CHAPTER 133 A Step Ahead