Owned By The Mafia Boss Novels & Stories

Andrea's pov. “ You have one week to pay us back or you submit yourself to be a sex slave for our mafia gang!” He said as tears dripped through my cheeks. I was kneeling before Romano. The leader of the undisputed mafia gang in the city of New York. People hated entering into his trap because it doesn't usually end well. But how would I know that Dad owed him $10 million dollars and even signed me off to them if I couldn't pay.

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he said with an ironic chuckle. "What were you prepared for exactly?" I asked curiously. "For being chased by another mafia gang." "So you are in the mafia then?" I asked. Since Elian was already telling and there was nothing else that could risk my life more than it was now, I might as well just know a little bit more about him. "Not just in it, but I'm the leader." I gasped. "For real?" He nodded. I tried to digest the information. So… my boss was in the mafia? No, just in it. He was the leader of a mafia gang. Wow.

Is this mafia boss here to silent us now? The man eyes me from head to toe, before flickering his gaze back to mom and dad. “If you want my mercy and my trust, then I’ll take your daughter with me back home in Italy.” My chest clenches in fear when mom and dad only glance at each other without any attempt to reject him. The man stands up and extends his hand to me. “I’m Adriano Giordanno, the mafia boss of Le Distruzioni. I’m pleased to meet you, Miss Mei Zhou.”

“Y-Yes, Madame. I will try my best to be a good servant. I will follow everything that you say.” “Really?” “Y-Yes.” Mr. and Mrs. Denmarks exchanged glances before Madame Hannah gazed at me again, “So, for sure you know about Mia’s upcoming wedding.” “Y-Yes, I know…” “Are you also aware that her fiancé is a mafia boss?” I nodded my head. “Yes, madame…” “What are your expectations about a mafia boss?” “U-Uh… Based on what Ella used to tell me, a mafia boss tends to do bad things. They also kill and hurt people…”

"Was that the way they worked?" "Excuse me?" I almost jumped out of my seat after hearing the driver talk. Had I asked that question out loud. Shit. Now, he probably thought I was crazy or some shit like that. Oh, brother. "Are people in the mafia bipolar or something?" I asked, not wanting to give in to the dumb passenger stereotype he might make for me. He shrugged, as if to say he didn't know either. "Most are, though. Horrible people. The only good one I've seen is the boss."

“Since you were so eager to show up at my workplace uninvited, maybe you should also follow me to my other workplace, “ he spoke menacingly and I gulped. I knew better than to protest. He definitely wasn’t asking my permission but on the bright side, I would get to see his Mafia boss side, since I didn’t get to see much of his CEO side. ***************** I was stunned to see that a 3-story house was what he usually referred to as the mafia house. I mean the first thing that came to mind when I heard that wasn’t a beautiful house adorned with beautiful flower bushes. I had expected to see a campground with people fighting and blood spilling. I expected a chaotic environment, not this peaceful

he said, tossing his gun onto the ground. The man laughed, a harsh, ugly sound. "Nice try. You're no use to us. We're here for her. She's Janessa Collins, right?” “She's not,” he denied. “You can't fool us!” How did they know? Only a few people knew my true identity. I spoke to Xavier using the earpiece, "This guy must be involved with the mafia." "You're right. Don't worry; I'll get you out of here safe," he responded, his voice low and assuring.

Mia said silently as the club was starting to get filled up. I looked puzzled what did she mean by the boss world, is it because he owns a strip club, I must have said that aloud because Mia responded “Ohh wait, you don't know” she said I looked at her, still puzzled “know what” “The boss is The Ares Valentino” I still looked at her with the same expression, like girl how do you expect me to know who that is, is he a celebrity or what. She face palmed herself for the second time tonight and said “I can't believe you don't know him, he is a Mafia boss who is feared and known in the country, with a body like that of a Greek god, one I could definitely eat up….”

But somehow he still looked like the one in charge. I leaned forward a little. “Who are those people?” Lucia followed my gaze. “Them? Mafia. That crew basically owns half of Venice now,” she said under her breath. “And the one in the white shirt? He’s the boss. His name is Zayden.” She cut the engine. “Dangerously hot, right?” I couldn’t answer. Because the second she said his name, his gaze snapped back, sharp enough to cut glass—I couldn’t tell what he was looking at but it wasn’t me.