BWWM Dark Romance Books: Purchased For Submission | Greek Mafia Brotherhood (Book #1)

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Purchased For Submission (2021)

Chapter One | Auction Block

Eight auctions a year. That’s how many of these I sit through. I loathe them, but when you’re a part of this family, you get used to doing shit you don’t want to do. At least the women are always beautiful. Too beautiful. You’d think someone would notice these women going missing. Khalid has a knack for it — luring beautiful women lusting after fame or power into his clutches. Once he has them, he brings them here to the auction.

Tata sent me here to bring back my sister. It’s the only reason I’m smiling and drinking vodka with these sick motherfuckers instead of brooding in a corner like I normally do. The auctioneer speaks about the first one like he’s talking about a Ming dynasty vase.

“Meet Kim, she’s Korean, loves a big dominant man but willing to work for a woman. She’s been pregnant once but would make a great surrogate or breed mare for individual gentlemen. We begin the bidding at £20,000.” 

Kim got herself on Khalid’s bad side because she has a black eye and she’s whimpering, showing visible signs of distress that Khalid hates people to see. Men here like the illusion that women give a shit about them, like any chick in her right mind would get on that auction block without coercion.

If her trembling and now, loud whimpers, affect the price Khalid and his team get for her, she might make it to her new master’s house with a broken bone. My mouth is dry. There’s not enough vodka in the world to desensitize you to this shit. Only time, my father tells me. I don’t know if I ever want to be this sick.

I glance over at my father and he shakes his head. We’re not in the habit of buying sex slaves although once or twice, we’ve purchased a girl or two — for re-sale. We mostly have Loukas to blame for that.

“We have a bidder! £20,000. Can we get £25,000?” 

Mr. Reichenbach buys Kim for £40,000. I wonder what happened to the girl he bought last quarter. He has a newer, younger floozy on his right arm now desperately straining on his sleeve to tear his gaze away from the woman he’s purchased. Tick tock, gold digger. They’re all disposable to him — the ones he buys and the ones he keeps as pets.

A gaunt waitress with a black collar around her neck approaches and offers a drink. One of Khalid’s personal harem. A little “K” hangs from her neck marking her as his personal sex slave.

“Vodka martini, Mr. Pagonis?”

“Dry.”

“Just the way you like it,” she whispers.

I grunt thanks and she seems surprised that I acknowledged her enough to say thank you. 

I finish the martini in one gulp. If I have to watch female after female parading out there with horror on her face, I get sick to my stomach. Don’t these women have fathers and brothers to protect them? Yiayia is the only person who enjoys these events. Not even my father enjoys them and he’s technically our leader. Everyone knows yiayia really calls the shots. 

A Thai girl who looks nineteen sells for £14,000 because she isn’t a virgin. A Duke from England buys a blonde-haired blue eyed American from South Carolina for £65,000. He likes Southern accents and women twenty years younger than him. My father raises two fingers and I’m the only one who notices his signal. It’s simple. We bid on her. Then all hell breaks loose.

But the night doesn’t go according to plan because Khalid’s man on stage announces, “Sapphire. She’s African American with perfect proportions. She’ll need a handler with a firm hand, someone willing to engage in frequent discipline. Nevertheless, she’s never had a baby and skilled enough for domestic labor. We recommend keeping her outside the United States.” 

She stares ahead, unflinching and proud. Khalid hasn’t broken her yet which means he mustn’t have had her long. 

She’s not the girl I’m here for. I’m here for my sister. Helen. Khalid’s a bastard and making us buy her back. One year searching for her and tonight we finally rescue her. My instincts draw me away from my purpose. Sapphire. She’s beautiful, with a raw umber skin tone and perfect lips. I can’t take my eyes off her. 

“Bidding starts at £13,000.”

An eighty year old man with mottled skin raises his card. 

“We have one bidder at £13,000. Anyone for £15,000.”

I raise my placard. Foolishly. Impulsively. Because I want her. Neither my father nor yiayia can control what I do with my own money and from the second Sapphire steps onto the block, I want her. She must be an American girl. I can tell from her proud expression, the disgust quivering in her lower lip and barely concealed. She doesn’t have visible markings on her which means whoever she is and wherever she came from, she was wise enough not to piss Khalid or any of his men off.

”£15,000. Anyone for £20,000?”

That aging bastard raises his placard again. Breaking protocol, I stand a say, “I’ll take her for £45,000.”

My hand’s on my weapon and everyone in this room knows that you don’t fuck with a Pagonis. 

“Sold!”

Khalid sends one of his girls over with a card containing handwritten instructions on what to do next. I’ve been through this before, I don’t need help. I look over at my father once I sit and he’s scowling. But relief floods the room because I have what I want and my hand isn’t on my weapon. 

I don’t know why I did this, but now I owe Khalid £45,000 and he hasn’t trotted my sister out yet to make us bid on her. It’s been too long since I’ve seen Helen. She comes on stage after Sapphire. She’s bruised and bloody. Khalid’s head would end up on a platter if he was the one who did this to her. Ironically, he’s the one who saved her but the bastard refuses to give Helen back without making us pay.

”Helen Pagonis. Bidding starts at £10,000.”

No one in the room is stupid enough to bid on my sister. I raise my placard. My father strokes his chin and observes the transaction silently. I’ve done what I came here to do. Once the auction ends, I follow Khalid’s instructions to the waiting room. After a short wait, he sends the girls in. My sister strides over to me and wraps her arms around me. I don’t hug her back. I haven’t seen Helen in a year and the last time I saw her, she wished me dead. 

“My brother...”

Sapphire stands against the door, terrified, like she’s thinking about running but smart enough to realize if she does that, she’s dead meat. At a private club like this, I’m not the scariest or most powerful guy in the room. Helen pulls away from me and I think she’s going to say something deeply sentimental.

Then, my sister slaps me across the cheek. Hard. 

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Dark Romance Books: Beauty & The Biker | Alpha Male MC Romance

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Savage fighter. Ruthless leader. Icy blue eyes. 

My now ex-boyfriend lost me in a bet.

The winner? The ruthless leader of his rival motorcycle gang — Heath.

Heath is a cold-blooded killer, or so I’ve heard.

He expects total submission…

I don’t let anyone tell me what to do.

On the open road, I don’t have a choice.

I’m his. He won me fair and square.

And he won’t give me up without a fight.

Romance Novel Excerpt: Beauty & The Biker | Motorcycle Club Romance

Heath took me prisoner two days ago. Since then, I’d scoped out every opportunity to run. Clinging to him on the back of his Gold Wing, I scrutinized the landscape as we rushed past. Thick forests hung over the highway, shading us from the blazing heat of the sun beginning its descent in the sky. When all the bikes stopped and the men started their tune ups, I hung close to Heath’s bike. 

As he stooped down to check his tires, I checked on my cash.

I reached into my jeans and pulled out my wad of bills, mostly fives and ones. This was all the money I had but it would have to do. 

I counted it for the second time and prepared to run.

“Kaja, get over here,” he called and I rounded his shiny metal beast, my eyes darting furtively along the highway.

“Yes?” I folded my arms. 

My time approached.

“Hold this. I need to screw on the bolts,” he growled.

I stuck out my palm with a scowl on my face and he stuck the spanner in it with a bemused raised eyebrow.

“You don’t have to be so sour.”

“Whatever. I want to get out of here.”

He chuckled. 

“Bossy huh? We’ll see what you say when we get to Chicago and I off-load you onto the first toothless bastard I find.”

“Buzz off.”

He chuckled again and bent down to adjust his tires. 

“Spanner.”

I handed him the spanner. 

“Good.” 

He opened up the toolbox on the back of the bike and shoved it back in.

“Why the long face sunshine?”

“Don’t mock me,” I spat back, “I don’t have to put up with your bullshit.” 

“Suit yourself.”

“Ready to go you bastard?” Rhys approached and smacked Heath on the back, causing the two of them to erupt in guffaws. Heath’s laugh was a low chuckle while Rhys’ pierced the air with the same pitch as his Southern accent. Rhys ran his hands through his blond hair and stuck it in a loose ponytail.

“Damn straight,” Heath said, “Where’s Jacob and his girl?”

Don approached then zipping up his leather jacket and twirling his helmet in his hands.

“Those two love birds snuck off for a bit of nookie in the woods.”

Heath chuckled, “Joining ‘em this time?” 

Rhys snorted, “That slut? No thanks. She’s been passed around by every guy with a bike on the Eastern seaboard.”

Don chuckled and retorted, “Yeah right, you’re just pissed off she chose Jacob instead of you.”

“Fuck off,” Rhys snorted, putting his helmet on.

“Reckon I should go scare him out?” He touched the gun on his holster.

Heath shook his head, “Nah. They’ll be here soon.”

Don smirked, “Knowing Jacob, it should be about… 90 seconds.”

The men erupted into laughter again and I just stood there, glaring with my arms folded. I’d tried to go unnoticed but Rhys noticed my scowl and approached me pressing his fingers to my lips and flicking them.

“Why the long face? You ain’t find us funny?”

“No,” I spat back.

“Hey watch your mouth,” Rhys spat, “You’re nothing but a piece of meat and if you catch an attitude I’ve got no problem ditching your sorry ass on the side of the road.”

“Hey!” Heath interrupted, “Leave her alone.”

Rhys snickered.

“Whatever man, don’t defend her.”

Don grunted, “Don’t be a pussy Heath, he’s only joking. No one’s going to harm princess over here.”

The men laughed again, like I was some big joke. I kept my gaze steady, trying not to care. I wouldn’t be stuck with them much longer. Five minutes later, Angie and Jacob emerged from the woods holding hands and laughing.

“Not much stamina, Jacob?”

“Shut the fuck up,” Angie spat, “Watch your mouth Don or I’ll cut your tongue out?”

“Why so you can shove it up you —”

“Watch the way you talk to my lady buddy,” Jacob interrupted, stepping in front Angie.

“Geez, it’s just a joke.”

“Yeah well fuck off leprechaun.”

“Me ma’s Irish, that’s why I’ve got this red hair,” Don replied, doing his best imitation of an Irish accent and breaking the groups tension, sending everyone into fits of laughter.

“Let’s get out of here,” Angie said, “Princess looks like she’s going to shit bricks.”

She jutted her chin towards me, drawing even more attention than I wanted.

“I’m fine,” I spat.

Angie winked, her brilliant blue eyes twinkling with excitement. Her daisy dukes barely covered her thin, pale legs with blue veins trailing through them. Her long chocolate hair hung to the middle of her back and she fixed it into a ponytail before donning her helmet and hopping on her bike.

“Time to ride…”

I had no choice. I hopped on the back of Heath’s bike, clutching his torso as he revved the engine up.

“Don’t let go sweetheart,” he both commanded and taunted me.

I wouldn’t let go. With only twenty miles to the next fuel station, all I had to do was wait. Once we got there, I’d go to the gas station restroom and make my break for it. I knew these backroads well enough and this would be my last chance to escape before these hooligans dragged me God-knows-where.

We drove down the highway, wind whipping my dreads into the breeze and my breath fogging up the helmet. I clutched Heath tightly because I had no choice. I had no choice but to hold onto his body or go flying down the highway. 

The road stretched out for miles before it curved, deserted since rush hour had passed. We were deep in the New England boonies and wouldn’t hit traffic until New York. The Steel Dragons spoke about going around the city when they thought I wasn’t listening. I’d been preparing to take my last stand. 

However they managed city traffic wouldn’t be my problem. I needed patience. Heath’s gaze fixated on me whenever we’d stopped. I’d have trouble getting out of his sight at the gas station but he couldn’t follow me everywhere. I hadn’t said much, hoping they’d underestimate me. He kicked the stand up and I squeezed my arm around him tighter.

The bikes roared and they kicked up dust as they accelerated down the highway. Jacob and Angie rode side by side in the front, Rhys and Heath rode together behind them.

Holding down the flank were Don, and Clay. Don would be the hardest one to get something past. He was too sharp and he didn’t trust that I’d stay with the Dragons in the first place. He’d begged Heath not to bring me along but Don didn’t make the rules around here — Heath did. 

I breathed a sigh of relief when we pulled into the gas station as they’d planned. My heart skittered in my chest. I was too accustomed to fear to allow it to paralyze me. I got off the bike and took my helmet off.

“You stay here,” Heath growled as he walked to the pump.

“I-I need to go to the restroom.”

Heath looked me up and down.

“Fine. Be quick.”

He gestured for me to hand him the helmet so I did, relieved that I was now unencumbered. 

The gang stared at me as I entered the gas station. I could feel their eyes on my back and of course, Rhys dog whistled which earned him a warning punch from Heath. A tinny bell rang as I thrust the door open and as the door closed behind me. 

I stood alone with the attendant, tempted to ask him to call the police. If the police found me, they’d find out quick that I knew Trey Holt. They’d want me to talk and if I dared say one word my life would be on the line. No cops. I didn’t need them. The attendant at the desk eyed me and then eyed the gang, clad head to toe in black leather in stark contrast to my jeans and white tank top.

“You with them?”

“Y-yes,” I replied.

I was too scared to say much to anyone. The man snorted.

“You don’t look like the type.”

“C-can I use the bathroom?”

“You sure you okay ma’am?”

“Yes,” I replied, “I’m sure.”

“Okay, it’s back there behind the hot dogs.”

“Thanks,” I mumbled.

I’d been here before with Trey. A girl had been working that time but the gas station had no reason to change. I walked into the bathroom and closed the door, turning the lock and exhaling.

“Pull it together Kaja,” I muttered, wiping my sweaty palms on my jeans and looking up at the window, perched a few feet above me just as I remembered it.

I stood on the toilet, grunting as I shoved the small window open. I was small enough to fit and I’d considered running away the last time I’d come with Trey so I’d thought the plan through before. I grunted again as I thrust the entire window open. I reached up to the sill and grunted as I pulled myself up, shuffling my body through the window.

There was an eight foot drop from the window that landed on a patch of grass. Lucky freaking me. I tucked and rolled as I dropped. I stood to my feet and without looking back, I turned tail and ran.

The gas station was just outside of a small town with plenty of New England charm and an absence of any people. My feet pounded the pavement as I hurried towards the trees. My heart thumped in my chest and my stomach tightened. If I didn’t get away this time, Heath would be pissed and the rest of them would be pissed. I’d be stuck riding to California with a bunch of crazy assholes — who hated me.

I burst through the clearing and stopped to catch my breath, bending over my pressing my palms into my knees.

“THERE SHE IS!”

Shit. Angie ratted me out. So much for girl power…

I picked up the pace, adrenaline bursting through my chest and forcing my legs to carry me. At the other end of the clearing I’d have to cross the highway and then I could get to the strip mall. Once I got to the strip mall… Well someone in there had to have a phone. I could call Julie and she’d come get me. Wouldn’t she? I knew she was Trey’s sister but come on, Trey got me into this mess. It’s not like I wanted to be here in the first place.

I ran towards the light, through the trees, hopping over felled tree branches and avoiding deep murky puddles with rotting leaves. 

“Don’t you dare shoot her!” A voice called — this time Heath.

Yeah, I’m sure he wanted Don, Rhys or whoever had pulled the gun to keep their hands off his precious cargo.

“She’s heading to the mall, guys we have to split up!”

My chest tightened. They knew where I was going and they planned to stop me. I couldn’t stop running. I was less than 1/4 mile away from the entrance to the highway and if I was lucky, I could find someone passing by who would stop and pick me up. 

I heard the sound of motorcycles revving in the distance but I didn’t stop running until I exited the deep woods and stood at the edge of the highway on the other side of the guard rails. Traffic was far from heavy, but the roads weren’t deserted with a few family cars heading up to the Berkshires for the weekend. 

I climbed over the guard rail, listening for the choking and heaving of the motorcycle mufflers  and waiting for the right time to dash across the road. I stuck my thumb out as I waited, hoping for one of the two options to work out for me. 

My heart raced faster, my eyes snapped wider taking in every detail of the landscape from the tall evergreen trees to the leafy green maples to the dust kicked up by the Volvo rushing past. I stuck my arm out and waved but nobody stopped.

When I got a break in the road I started to sprint.

“Gotcha,” the voice came first them I felt the arms around me.

“AHHHHH!”

Heath. He’d caught up with me.

“Stop squirming and this will over soon.”

“LET. ME. GO.”

I shrieked.

I kicked back and struggled against him. Having height, weight and size as an advantaged meant I was powerless against him. It’s not like I couldn’t throw a punch mind you. With Trey, we’d had to defend ourselves a few times as we rode across the country from bar fights to fending off muggers. 

Heath stood a full foot taller than my 5’6” and he kept his body in immaculate physical condition. I screamed and kicked again but he pulled me deeper into the woods, back towards the gas station.

“Pull shit like that again and I’ll strip you down and leave you on the side of the road,” he growled.

“PUT ME DOWN! PUT ME DOWN! HEEELLLLPPPP!” I screamed.

“Shut up!” He growled.

“I’ll shut up when you put me down!”

“You tried to run. You lost the right to stand on your own two feet when you did that.”

Gasping for breath and desperate to stop his thick muscular arms from crushing me, I whimpered, “If you put me down I won’t run. I’ll go with you.”

He dropped me and I fell to the ground, screaming as my back hit.

“Get up,” he growled.

“OW!”

I sat up and glared at him as I got to my feet and dusted my hands off.

“That hurt.”

“Listen up missy.”

“What?”

“I won you fair and square… You aren’t going anywhere unless I tell you to.”

“It’s illegal to hold people captive you know.”

He chuckled, “Yeah, ‘cause I’m a real good guy right? Like Trey?”

“Don’t bring up Trey.”

Heath chuckled again, “I’ll bring up Trey if I want to princess. You’re mine.”

He snarled the word mine with such vitriol I flinched. 

“Y’know the way back is much faster running than walking.”

Heath chuckled, “Nice try. Make a run for it again and you’ll regret it.”

“Won’t be my only regrets,” I mumbled.

“Hush. Too much talking.”

The rest of the way back to the gas station we walked in silence. Heath walked behind me with his quiet long stride. When I burst through the trees fear gripped my chest again. 

“Keep moving. Say nothing.”

I nodded and kept going. Angie and Jacob straddled their bikes, visors turned up as they watched me.

“How far’d she get?” Angie asked with a wicked smile.

“Not very I bet,” Clay added.

The entire bunch of them laughed again and clinked their soda cans against each other before chugging them down and dropping the cans on the ground.

“Ready to ride outta here?” Don asked.

Heath grunted, “Yeah.”

“Get her on the back of your bike and make sure she doesn’t try anything else,” Rhys drawled with his thick Texas accent, “I’m sick of this. When you made that bet—” 

“Quiet,” Heath growled, “I don’t want a lecture.”

Angie nodded and gestured Rhys away from us.

“C’mon, leave him alone before he hits you again.”

Heath smirked at that. Angie got on her bike and led the charge, speeding out of the gas station with Jacob behind her.

“She gives too many orders for a woman,” Clay grumbled.

He and Don bumped fists and laughed, flicking down their visors and revving their engines into action. Heath turned around to face me before getting on.

“No more funny business.”

“Yeah. Whatever.”

“Listen,” he growled, “If your stupid boyfriend hadn’t bet you like a fuckin’ poker chip, you wouldn’t be here. So blame him.”

“He’s NOT my boyfriend!”

“Do I look like I give a rat’s ass? Boyfriend, ex-boyfriend, fuckin’ preacher, whoever the fuck he is, he owes me ten thousand dollars.”

“What if I could give you ten thousand dollars?”

He grunted and laughed.

“You don’t have ten grand. Put the helmet on and hold tight missy.”

He slammed his helmet on and flipped the visor down after handing me mine. I put it on. He was right. This was Trey’s fault. Trey had lost the right to call me his boyfriend the moment he’d traded me over to the leader of his rival gang. He’d apologized — of course, he always apologized — but that time I’d had enough of him..

Tensions had been flaring between me and Trey for a while. I’d been waiting for the chance and as I kicked and screamed slung over Heath Danger’s shoulder, there seemed to be no better time.

I straddled the bike, wrapping my arms around him. He adjusted my grasp and revved the bike up. The sound was like a drug to me. I squeezed tight as he started down the highway getting faster and faster until he caught up with the rest of the gang.

I grabbed onto his coat, my fingers cold without gloves. The scent of leather and dirt wafted in through the helmet. My faux leather jacket barely protected me from the elements. 60 mph. 70 mph. We were all headed west over 80, each of the dragons as fearless and furious as the wind.

Sunset approached and they’d have to stop again soon — this time for sleep. I hadn’t planned to be with them so long. My escape attempt failed and I feared what they’d do to me if I tried again. But if we stopped for the night, I’d have another chance. I clung to Heath until we stopped just after sunset.

“Let’s get some grub then we’ll head to the house,” Jacob said once the bikes had been parked.

“Did any of you stupid fucks tell Hannah about her?” Angie asked, jutting her chin towards me.

“I’ll deal with Hannah. Jake, keep your girl in line,” Heath growled.

“What the fuck did you say to me?” Angie asked, folding her arms. 

Jacob stepped between them.

“Hey, hey can you two cool it for a sec?”

Don grunted, “Keep her quiet. We’ll eat. Heath will deal with Han.”

Clay nodded, “Sounds good.”

We walked inside the Ponderosa and Heath chose our seats, ignoring the chipper hostesses direction.

They all ordered and as directed, I stayed quiet. I didn’t think they’d feed me but Heath got me my own steak dinner. I’d barely eaten all day so I didn’t mind staying silent while I wolfed down the entire steak, the mediocre mashed potatoes and the horrible coleslaw. 

Who knows when I’d get my next meal, especially if I managed to break away in the middle of the night. So far Heath hadn’t been cruel but I was still his prisoner.

Once I was done, Angie slammed down a little over a hundred on the table and tipped the waitress a fifty. The money they’d made for their last deal covered the gang as they traveled across the country to California to make another deal with Angie’s step-brother in L.A. 

I got back on the bike and we entered the small blue house with the white door one after the other after the men parked their bikes. Hannah wore nothing but a thin camisole with her nipples poking through and yoga pants. Her hair was a mess, she reeked of menthols and she kept itching her wrists as she told us which rooms we’d have.

“What’s her story?” Hannah asked about me.

“Mine,” was all Heath said. He didn’t answer any questions about me after that. I knew better than to open my mouth and speak when I hadn’t been spoken to.

He marched me upstairs and pointed towards an air mattress on the radiator.

“This is our room.”

“Our?!”

“Listen cupcake this ain’t the fucking Ritz Carlton.”

He prodded me until I entered the room. 

“Get on the mattress.”

“What?” 

I turned to face him, fists clenched, ready to fight him off if I had to.

“Get. On. The. Mattress.”

My chest heaved with my anxious breathing and I stood my ground.

“No.”

He grabbed me by the wrist and sat me down on the mattress. I squealed as my back sank into the rubber. He pulled a pair of handcuffs out of his jacket and handcuffed me to the radiator.

“That’s so you don’t try to make a run for it while we talk business.”

I shook my arm and rattled the handcuffs against the radiator. Heath smiled.

“No making a fool out of me tonight,” he growled, “Stay nice and quiet and we won’t have any trouble.” 

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