Chapter 208. Sold

Lucien

Schwartz burst out of his study, racing to Lucien. The Mafia Boss had just managed to lull the little girl to sleep. It was four in the morning and Beatrice had sent in a large thermos of coffee and some cookies to the war room.

He looked at his friend, as Schwartz said urgently,

‘Lord, Tristan Lord is on the phone!’

Lucien raced into the study, grabbing the phone.

The younger man's voice, charged with excitement, came over the line, over the speakers.

‘The Candelaria Desert! That’s the area. I know that an auction began there a few hours ago. it’s going on now.’

Lucien felt his blood turn to ice.

Auction.

Proserpina was being auctioned.

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Proserpina

Xenia’s thick, guttural voice broke into my thoughts in the darkness. She was announcing something and the words gradually took meaning in my mind.

Her voice silky and purring, she was addressing the people who were s