My uncle and I sat in silence on our way back to the airport. There's a van following us to the airport as well to drop off my so called present. I can't believe my uncle would even think to put me through what I just encountered. I'm looking out the window watching the skyscrapers as we pass through the city of France and my mind goes back to the girl's face when Paul shouted SOLD. She didn't even look at the person who bought her. She rushed to the other girls and hugged them until Paul's men practically forced her off of them. I can't even begin to imagine the hell she along with those other girls had been through.
I knew my uncle was a part of some illegal f*$@ed up shit but this is an all-time low.
"Lucio you seem awfully quiet", my uncle decides to speak.
I can't even look my uncle's way. Him and his so-called retirement. He's insane, him and his entire organization.
"Smuggling women and selling them like that is not right" I said, not turning my head away from the window.
"You left me no choice, I was worried for you"
"Introduce me to a nice girl not buy me one", how could he even think that I would be okay with this? Why would my uncle even bring me here? He never once involved our family in his mafia lifestyle, "Thank you for the gift but I'll prefer to find a woman the traditional way"
"There's no turning back Lucio, I bought her for you which means she's your property now"
PROPERTY!!! Is my uncle even hearing himself speak? How can you refer to another person as property? "What would I do with her, I'm an old man", he laugh.
The fact that my uncle thinks this conversation is a joke led me to discontinue this conversation.
We've arrived at the airport and in sync the van pulls up right beside our car. We exit our car and the first thing I notice is a man carrying the girl on board my jet. She's knocked out cold. The man came out in the next minute and walked over to where my uncle and I are standing.
"We gave her a little dose of chloroform so she'll be out for a while", the man said then nodded and left with the van.
"I have some business to attend to so I'll let you go alone",
"How am I supposed to….." I started but my uncle interrupted me before I could finish.
"Lucio I trust you with this secret so don't go playing hero and letting her go alright?" my uncle said before driving off and leaving me at the airport.
I enter my jet and notice the girl lying on the couch. Her hair covers her face but she is beyond beautiful. I take off my coat and put it over her almost naked body then walk over to the cockpit to notify my pilot that I'm ready for takeoff. Before my pilot left the airport I texted my PA to go over to my house to the guest room where my sister usually stays in and bring over a change of female clothing to the airport. I can't have her stepping out of my jet in lingerie.
What the heck am I going to do when she gets up? I'm sitting in the seat directly opposite to her. We've been in the air for a half hour now and I'm sure she would be up soon.
I've never seen a girl this beautiful before. Her eyes, her nose, her lips, they've all been sculpted perfectly. Her body is phenomenal. She must've been working out. The sink in her lower back which shows off her amazing ass. Her long smooth legs…
Am I wrong for looking at her this way? 'Of course you are you sick f%$#', the voice at the back of my head confirms.
Seconds later I see her eyes, staring into mine. Her eyes are so dark. She slowly sits up, her eyes not leaving mine. Then she adjusts my coat to hide her body.
"What is your name?" I asked.
"Mya" she whispered.
"Mya where exactly are you from?"
"The Caribbean, an island called Trinidad" she responded. Her eyes left mine and now they're roaming around my jet.
"Should I call you master?"
I study her for a moment. It's as if she's ready to submit to me. Doesn't she want to go home? This conversation is getting a bit too casual. I remember what my uncle said to me about trusting me with his secret and to me it sound more like a threat so I believe I should set some ground rules with Mya for her safety more than my own.
"Okay Mya here's the thing. You were kidnapped and I bought your freedom which makes you property to me. You would be living with me and you are not to speak with anyone unless I say you can." I instantly regret the way I spoke to Mya. I realize that I hate seeing that fright look on her face. I hate myself more because I'm the one who's causing that look, "And Mya, you can call me Lucio".