The Life of a Tres Spades Maid

Part 4 of this series.

Disclaimer same as before.

Part 4

And after that, those men ordered me to change my clothes and take me to a golden cage. The mafia boss seemed like he disagree by this decision but didn't do anything to change it. In fact, after I locked away inside the cage, he disappeared to nowhere.

Those mafia men blindfolded me and covered my cage with some kind of velvet clothes. Now at first, like most people, I'm afraid of what will happen to me later if I'm really become an auction item. All horrible scenarios filled my head.

But five minutes later, I don't care anymore. Who the hell will bid for me anyway? And if there's a weirdo who really buy me, I'm sure I'll be okay. I'm not that pretty to be made a sex slave (the most thing I'm afraid for) and not that skillful and strong to do dirty job. My best bet, I will become kinda maid again, not much different from now. Or worst, killed for my organs but since encountered those mobster, I thought I'm already dead anyway so I'm not concerned about that.

When the auctioneer open my cage and start the bidding, I decided to observe the surrounding and didn't pay attention to the auction at all. The stage was enormous. There was a huge amount of patrons. And far beyond, I saw a balcony and gasped.

There's the arrogant man in the middle of the long seat. The flirty man. The famous artist. An unknown man who smoked nonchalantly. And that scary mobster who left me!

They all wearing masks like the patrons but I'm sure it's them. The flirty man winked at me when he realized I looked at the balcony.

I waved at him cheerfully.

The artist laughed at this, while the smoking man looked kinda baffled. The man in the middle seemed amused when the scary mobster slapped his head.

The flirtatious man waved at me back, chuckling along the way.

Those men started to discuss something while glancing at me several times. I titled by head at them, confused at their behaviour.

Some time later…

Suddenly, the man seated in the middle of balcony raised his bidding card.

20,000 million.

My eyes widened looking at the bidding card.

"And the item sold to the men on the balcony!"

And that, my friend, is the words that closed my dream for having a peaceful life for, maybe, forever.

To be continued

A/N: Yey, prologue finished! Time to crazy stuff!