My Father Sold Me to a bunch of Crazy Alphas
Chapter 66: Cherry on top ( Emiliano’s POV )

Chapter 66: Cherry on top ( Emiliano’s POV )

"Killian, you are the first to be invited to the after party no matter the bid! Gentlemen, Killian recently developed a new drug that erases any effect of toxic omega pheromones, leaving their scent sweet and harmless. He is kind enough to provide the future husband of Luther with the medicine on the condition that he gets to test him in private once in a while.", Claus’ voice announced rigidly.

Well, I’ll be d-mned.

This night kept the surprises coming. I haven’t had my blood pumping so hard since the last edition of Love Island.

Little hero Killian either lied to the Prime Minister or lied to me.

And given how he shifts from one leg to another in the middle of those lustful sharks, I somehow doubt I am the fool.

This makes the situation even more hilarious.

We have—

The Prime Minister selling the son he doesn’t own,

The childhood best friend Claus who sells his first love out not to one, but to a bunch of greasy old alphas,

The hero Killian selling out basically the access to Luther’s body,

Luther’s true owner wearing a wig in the corner of the room

And my poor wife, who is the object of the auction, that is sleeping peacefully in our marital household.

They couldn’t make this up even if they tried.

I could see Tom closing in. Given his somewhat slumped posture, I would say he is rather disappointed and disgusted in the new light of the events. Did he know Killian? Are they close?

I took a mental note to search this guy up after the event is over. Something about his whole demeanor didn’t sit right with me. He was too dangerous to be let on the loose.

He nodded and took a place on my right, leaning into the wall, fully facing me. Since the position was rather awkward, I’ve turned to face him, aware of how gossipy our placement seemed to an outsider.

"Can you believe that?" he asked casually.

"Didn’t know the guy personally. Since all I’ve seen tonight in this depravity, I am not surprised at all."

He let a low chuckle escape his lips.

"A justiciary? That’s what you are?"

"Not necessary. I still haven’t called the police."

He crossed his arms amused while gazing at me up and down.

"What are you waiting for?"

"To win the auction."

I shrugged dismissively, provoking hysterical laughter to shudder this man from head to toe. I just sat there watching him struggling to breathe between the chuckles.

"Sorry, love, but you don’t stand a chance against me." he managed to say between the laughter.

"I don’t think so."

"Why? Do you think I’m poor?"

"Nope. But giving his son a lawyer husband could be read as a strategic play even by an uneducated civilian. It’s too obvious for the Prime Minister’s plan. He wants to sell a story of true love to the public. Lawyers are incapable of loving, don’t you know?"

The low laughter transformed into a horrific sound of a busted pipe as Tom started to slap the wall in search of a chance to breathe. He was giggling so hard, he was holding his own ribs with the other hand, tears rolling down his cheeks.

My God, this guy was the worst kind of extrovert.

"I like you, blondie!"

"Blondie?"

"Well, you have blonde hair, don’t you? Or did you rather want to go back to me calling you love?"

Ah, the wig.

I smiled annoyed. I wish this guy would leave already, yet he stares at me with a dumb grin on his flawless face.

Does he know that it is fake?

I doubt he knows who I am since the Instagram lives didn’t focus on my face at all and I could count on my fingers the number of people who know how I look and are still alive.

Just being this close to this man is making me uncomfortable. Shuu, shuu away!

"I’d rather you leave," I answered.

"Feisty."

He continued to smile and yet not move an inch of that tall, muscular body. God, what did he eat to grow like this?

Given that he is a lawyer, so probably the hopes and tears of his clients.

"Are you gonna buy it?"

"Akna’s omaga blocker? No."

"Why not?"

He just won’t back off, would he?

"Because I am only interested in Luther."

"He’s toxic though. Aren’t you scared he will kill you with his pheromones?"

I involuntarily smiled. It was too late to regain my stoicism. He already caught me.

"For a crypto guy, you’re dangerous, blondie!"

"For a lawyer, you talk too much. Let me use the right of not saying anything on you."

"Oh? Am I incriminating myself?"

I rolled my eyes. Hopefully, the contacts didn’t move around too much.

Thankfully, Claus climbed yet again onto the stage ready to actually start this auction.

He banged his little wooden hammer loud enough to quiet down the frenetic crowd.

He looked pale. I could see him dry gulping, trying to keep his composure.

His voice rang a little too loud across the room:

"Starting price: half billion dollars."

Suddenly, the massive ocean rhythm of different heartbeats was the only thing audible.

Boom.

Boom.

Boom.

"Half billion dollars. Does anyone offer seven hundred thousand?"

Who bid?

I didn’t see any bid plate in the air.

"You might wanna hurry up and bid. I don’t like winning this easily."

Tom.

Another plate raised in the middle of the crowd. Tom pouted.

"Though you were fun. I’m a bit disappointed, Blondie."

"We have a seven-hundred-thousand-dollar offer from Arthur Pane. Do I hear someone for eight?", Claus’ voice echoed.

Before having the time to raise my plate, yet again Claus talked.

"An eight-hundred-thousand-dollar offer from Vincenzo Tonelli. Anyone for nine?"

Arthur started yelling at the tycoon of imported fish, raging with foam at the mouth:

"You low b-st-rd! This is the second omega you’re stealing from me tonight!"

Tom leaned in and whispered softly into my ear, making my stomach turn in disgust:

"Those could have been us if you had bid, Blondie."

"One billion!"

A familiar voice yelled while waving his bid plate in the air confidently. I could see Lucrezia’s face draining its color.

Killian silenced the crowd with his offer.

At least for a moment.

The two alphas that were fighting against each other turned against Killian.

"He is the one who took the red hair!"

"I bet you didn’t even use him! And if he wins, he’s not gonna share the Prime Minister’s brat! He’s in love with him!"

"Let’s go fifty-fifty and win the auction!", Arthur proposed.

Claus banged his hammer again.

"Only one alpha will be eligible to win the auction. You can give each other loans, but only one can win!"

Claus’s statement made the two idiots fight about who would lend the money to whom to the point where security had to remove them.

They kept on tugging on each other without any shame as the guards exited the villa gripping them tightly.

"One billion for Killian Akna. Does anyone offer more?"

Another plate was raised nonchalantly. Mark Begnifello.

"One billion five-hundred-thousand." he said unaffected.

I could hear a faint whisper in the back:

"Jesus, Mark, who did you kill?"

"One point five billion for Mark Begnifello. Anyone else?"

A moment of silence.

"One point five billion once, twice-"

"Two billion. Jesus, can’t a guy swallow his champagne at least? What’s the rush?"

Tom yet again.

His attention was no longer pointed at me, but at Mark. Between his lips curved in a smirk, Tom theatrically asked:

"Don’t you know it’s not nice to steal your friend’s toys, Marky dear?"

"If you haven’t paid for it, it’s not yours yet." replied the oil tycoon.

"Three billion.", Killian yelled again.

More stressed this time.

His fingers lost any sense of color, tightening themselves around the handle of the bid plate. Lucrezia no longer looked at anyone. She just stood there, white as a ghost, acting like she was inhaling her last breath.

A whispered "My God" broke the silence.

For the first time tonight, Tom’s smile dropped. His grip on the handle tightened. A faint smell of smoke seemed to fuse the air.

His smile disappeared, leaving nothing but a cold, determined voice behind.

"Three point five."

"Four.", Mark continued while placing oysters on his plate disinterested.

"Six."

A new voice entered the race.

The junkie from the garden who poured champagne all over me was now frantically shaking his bid plate in the air.

Tom frowned.

"You gotta have the money to bid that much, Caleb baby.", the lawyer growled.

"Don’t worry, Tommy, I have way more to spend. Keep it going!"

"Does daddy know?"

On the provoke Tom launched, the bank heir wave his plate yet again into the air, chuckling:

"Ten."

"What?"

"Ten billion dollars for the brat! Everyone’s invited to the after-party to see me pop my investment’s cherry. Tom, Killian, you two have the front seat!"