Marco p. o. v
As the auctioneer looked around the room, waiting for a response, Marco sneered and raised his hand. “I want all of them,” he repeated, his voice low and menacing.
“Are you sure, sir.” The auctioneer chuckled, obviously not falling for it, “That’s a lot of millions, can you afford it?”
“All the girls, I want them.” Marco repeated, his voice low and menacing.
“And I’m not paying for it.”Marco’s lips twisted into a cruel smile.
The auctioneer straightened his shoulders, refusing to be intimidated. “What do you mean,” he said firmly.
Their men pulling out their guns, seeing Marco as a possible threat. Which he was, a threat to their business.
“Lukeman.” Marco spoke, ignoring the men pointing their guns at him, he didn’t bother with them as they would drop dead any minute.
“I want to a private talk with Luke man.” These words infuriated the auctioneer, he fists his palm, holding back from taking any action just yet.
“If you’re here to cause distractions, then I’ll have to escort you out.” He signal for his men to walk man out.
Two of them men previously aiming guns, made their way to Marco ready to throw him out like they would on any other person.
Marco sprang before they could get to him, the action made everyone flinch slightly, including the men that were aiming for him. Unsure of what this daring man is up to, eyes followed him as he made his way to the front.
“Don’t make me repeat myself.” Marco warned.
The auctioneer’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “I’m sorry but you can’t meet him.” the auctioneer scowled.
The auctioneer could sense the danger emanating from the man in front of him, but he maintained his composure.
He narrowed his eyes, studying Marco. He could tell that there was more to this man than met the eye. Lukeman was their big boss whom very limited people can see him, and anyone who sought a private audience with him must have a significant offer.
“I will give everyone here a minute to vacate this place.” Marco said, turning around to the crowd, and took off his mask.
Immediately Marco reveal his identity, the whole place was empty in less than a minute. Now, standing alone in the middle of the auctioneer and his men, they knew trouble has come knocking on their door.
“Since you decide to go the hard way, you will have it.” Marco tsk.
Luciano and some of Marco’s men appeared from the backstage, and escort their girls to safety.
“Matthew.” Marco called, Matthew came out from his hiding spot, dragged along with him is Lukeman’s right-hand man. Felix, beat to the brick of death.
“Now, let me rephrase it, where’s Lukeman. Give me the answer I want to hear, and you will escape torture, or you can be like him.” Marco took his seat on of the seats in the first row.
“The fuck, I will tell you.” The auctioneer hissed, still thinking he has the situation under his control. But the moment those words left his mouth, his men on the right side drop-dead on the floor.
The sound of the bullets meeting the skulls of his men shook him, he flinches back and missing his step. He fell face flat on the floor.
“I don’t make me repeat myself for third time, treat this as a last warning. You should know by now, I don’t give empty threats. I will ask again and if you give the wrong answer….” Marco trails off, watching the man on the floor, who was rapidly shaking his head.
He looked pathetic right now, a minute ago, he was tall and might.
“Where is Lukeman.” The man saw the look in Marco’s eyes, he knew right away that Marco won’t fail to fulfill his promise.
“I…I.” The man stuttered.
Marco’s phone rang, it was his uncle, Lucas. He’s good at tracking, and he has been tracking Lukeman since they arrive in Mexico.
“I’ve got him.” Lucas spoke through the speaker, Marco smirked. A dangerous smirk.
“Bring him over.” He simply instructs.
Marco signal Matthew to do away with the auctioneer, since he’s insignificant to him now, there’s no use keeping him.
“Please…” He pleads was cut short, by Matthew’s bullet hitting him straight in between his eyes.