Cyrus POV
I look at the clock on desktop computer and see that 4:40 is approaching soon. I buzz my front desk lady and tell her that I will be leaving for the day, and that she can lock up as soon as she's finish with the documents I gave her earlier.
I put away all the files and paperwork I had to look over into my briefcase. I then proceeded to lock my office and head for my private elevator. On the way down I call my right hand man.
" Areon, have you started on what I have assigned you to do?" I say as soon as he picked up the line.
" Yes mother, I am more than capable of following orders. Relax man, I've already started looking through our runners. I see a good bit of potential in a few of them, but the background checks haven't come back yet so I'm patiently waiting for them.
I also went down to the Tech and Human Resources Departments before I left your building earlier. It seems as though the two main culprits in the slave situation have also been giving you trouble in previous drug deals and shipment delays. One is named Polly and the other is Dex. I did a little digging around and found out that they are trying to turn your guys against you. They claim that you are an unfair leader and that they are gonna start their own gang by getting your men on their side." I was fuming ,what kind of bullshit is this. I help these men feed their families and this is how they repay me?!
I walk off the elevator into the parking garage and head for my Rolls Royce where my driver is waiting for me. " bag em up and bring them to the warehouse by the docks on 34street I got plans for them. You can rough em up a bit, but I need them alive, we're gonna let the Russians have them as a makeup. Make a meeting with the Russian mob boss for three days from now, have them put in one of my hotels in the city and bring one of the wine bottles out of my private cellar. I am counting on you Areon to have everything together by the time I'm done with these auctions tonight." With that I hang up and prepare myself for the long night of waiting.
"Take me to the first location, have Charles clean up one of my guest rooms. Have him also prepare a small meal, something along the lines of soup. I also expect clothes in this car for the slave when I return. Is this understood?" I say as we come to a stop in front of an abandoned building.
"Y-yes sir I'll have everything ready by the time you get out of the auction house." My driver said after opening the door for me.
"Good this shouldn't take long, but just in case be ready for anything. I'm pretty sure some of my past rivals are here, waiting for me to slip up." I say while stepping out of the car, I don't bother with getting the briefcase of money because my guards will hold it for me.
I walked into the warehouse in Brooklyn where I was greeted by the host of the auction being placed today. I just stared blankly at him when he tried to hold a conversation with me. My men walked ahead and made sure everything was in order.
"Enough with your insistent babbling, take me to my spot, then leave my presence." I would not tolerate anymore of his fake pleasantries, I had better things to do with my time.
"O-of course sir. P-please follow me right this way to your balcony seat. Can I offer you anything, w-wine, a cigar, maybe even some entertainment until the auction begins?" He stuttered like the fool he is.
"No, I want you to start this auction by the time I get to my seat. If you can't do that then expect to be visited my some of my dear friends." I walk away without him getting to say a word.
On the way to my seat, an old friend/enemy stopped me.
" I didn't know mob bosses come to pick out their own slaves. What, couldn't pay a bitch enough to stay with you, so now you buy them Cyrus?" Sneered my past right hand man, Marcel.
To think we use to fuck every now and again, until he started getting clingy. He wanted to know where I was, who I was with. Hell, he even wanted to smell my dick when I came back from a meeting to make sure I wasn't doing anyone else behind his back. That's where I had to draw the line, I kicked his ass out after I woke up to him tryin to smell my dick at 3 in the morning.
"Step away from me or I will have you and the little group you call followers eradicated from this planet. Oh, and I don't have to pay any bitch to stay with me. You should know, you remember how you were stuck on this dick. Let's just say I don't want another mistake like you so I'm making sure that doesn't happen. Anyways, I'm just doing a favor to my real right hand man, not that it's any of your business." I lazily said as I continued my stroll to my seat.
"This isn't over Cyrus, you'll get what's coming to you sooner or later!!" He yelled at my retreating form.
I finally made it to my seat, and on cue as soon as my butt hit the cushioned chair the lights dimmed down to signal the start of the auction.
It's good to be a boss
This 2 hour time skip is brought to you by these dots .......
That is two hours of my life I'll never get back. Now on to the next location in Harlem.
"Sir the car is waiting out front with everything you listed, how do you wish to proceed?" Jefferson asked while following in toe with me to the entrance.
"On to the next location, I want to be back at the manor before 1. If I don't find a suitable slave tonight then expect a pissy mood from me tomorrow." I said in a clipped tone, knowing they hear how serious I am.
"Yes sir"
"You are dismissed"
—— this is a time le skip ———
At auction warehouse in Harlem
"Bring in the money, I got a good feeling about this auction." I said to my guard Jefferson.
"Right away sir. Will you be putting on the mask for this one sir? " He says already on the move to follow orders.
"No, anyone at this auction that feels the need to point me out should be prepared for their death" and with that said I continue walking.
When my men and I walk in the warehouse, the smell of cleaning fluids is the first thing I notice. Seems like this place likes tidiness, perfect. Then I know if I do get a slave from here, then they will be clean.
"Let's get settled men, something tells me this is gonna be a long auction" I said with a chuckle.
After being seated in my chair the auction begins 5 minutes after.
The first few slaves are girls, I felt nothing as I watched them be bet on. It was not until an hour and a half later when they started on the boy auctions. By this time I was bored to death and my patience was running real thin. A boy with blond hair and green eyes was ushered in to the stage, he stared blankly at the crowd and then the auctioneer proceeded to tell his information. I lost interest because the boy seemed to have no soul, plus he had previous owners and I wanted a fresh slave.
This routine continued up until their twelfth boy, who I was barely paying attention to up until he got on stage. He was a breath of fresh air with those mismatched eyes, that brown hair, and that beautiful face. I wondered what his voice would sound like.
" ladies and gentlemen I'd like to introduce this young man, his name is Joshua but his slave number is Z12801996. He's 15 years old with brown hair and one hazel eye and one blue. You could say he's on the small side his height is 5'3 and he's a virgin. He's a good house worker for the master that wants a driver,cook, or butler. The bidding starts at 45,000. Who would like to start us off?" The auctioneer listed off as he had the boy walk down the runway, then turn around and walk back.
I took it upon myself to go on and end the stupid bid.
" 5 million dollars" I say, and in an instant the whole room goes quiet.
"Sold to anonymous bidder number A23 please come and claim your slave and their paperwork."
As I make my way to the claim area, I hear a lot of commotion.
"Y-You can't sell me, I have a b-brother at home!! H-He's probably worried to death t-thinking something happened to me. I need to leave, h-he has no one else but me." The yelling continued to get louder until I made it to where the slave pick up was.
As soon as I saw his face I knew that he was it for me. He had a fire in his eyes as he yelled for his freedom.
I approached him after signing the paperwork, paying, and getting his file.
" hey I'm gonna need you to calm down and talk in an inside voice, tell me what's wrong so I can fix it." I said while squatting down so he could look me in the eye. His eyes are a true work of art. They hold so much knowledge, pain, and a bit of anger.
"S-Sir please, you have to let me go and get my b-brother, you can do w-whatever you want to me as long as you let me have my brother and let him h-have a good life. He d-deserves that much after all he's been t-through." I see he's selfless too, a good trait but bad in my line of work. I'll have to toughen him up to have him rule along side me.
"Where would your brother be, where are you from?" I asked while motioning him towards the exit. He hesitated before cautiously following me. I didn't like that but I refrain from saying anything until we got to the car.
" I'm from Little S-Sicily, New York, and my brother s-should be in our room at the apartment right now." He said looking away from my gaze on him.
We make it to the car and Jefferson opens the door for us to get inside, and again; Joshua seems scared of one of my workers. I pull him inside and tell the driver to head to his hometown.
I then whisper in his ear "Non devi avere paura di nessun altro ... eccetto me ..." (You don't have to be scared of anyone else..... except me....)