Novel & Cerita Reluctantly Ruined & Owned By The Mafia

He looked worried as though he had lost everything all ready. "I know Nelson, I got the news beforehand last night. But no worries, we will get new investors soon. My men are working on kidnapping the kids of some rich families, and in return for their lives, we shall ask their families for a huge ransom amount. Hopefully that might work." Lucifer Miller shared the information with the other three. Some more days passed. Things got worse and worse albeit there was no way that the Mafia lord could stabilize his position. And finally after five more days, Nelson had to endorse the ownership of Array & Thrice to Mr. Malik, one of the oldest yet youngest players of the underworld who secretly tr

he confessed. Emma cried even harder after hearing his words. "But you cannot keep me either" she whispered, her voice hoarse from all the crying. Luca tightened his arms around her further. "I will not lie to you kitten. I don't want you to have false hope. I will agree. If your father really sold you, then he must have signed a document, giving away all the rights on you to your buyer. In the mafia world, that's the only rule we follow. No one can break it. If the document is signed, then legally you now belong to the one who bought you. If I refuse to send you now, they will declare a war on me. You know as well as I do, about how would end. But I promise you kitten, you not going anywher

Not a single sound or cough out of her. Micah chuckled. “You work for the Italian Mafia, correct? You recently shut down some vampires trafficking drugs to humans?” “Yeah. Their drugs fucked with the humans in ways that was calling attention to the drug and what was in it. It also made their blood undrinkable, rendering the humans worthless. Doesn’t matter if you’re vampires, humans, or werewolves. You cross the mafia and try to make money out of businesses we have our hands in without permission, shit happens.” I took another drag and fed it to Auri again, her head still back as I held her chain tight. I had to fucking sell it and I hated every minute of it. She was starting to relax in my

In the forty five minutes drive it took me to get to Cilia's home, I had learnt a lot about the Taxi driver. Appreciate, he used to own his own restaurant until a Mafia group destroyed it. He never got respirations too and his son had died in the incident. His wife left him or rather was taken from him by the mafia Dom. I felt an immense amount of pity for him and I felt obligated to do something. I had told him exactly that but he'd said he was glad I just listened to him. "Here. Keep the change." I handed him a couple of bucks and he thanked me profusely.

Rebecca could not believe him. While the option he was giving her was indeed better than having to spend the rest of her life as a slave, as a person, it was not any better at all for her. If she were to appear as the leader of a mafia group, if someone- be it one of the members or whoever it was Christian was going to have punished, or god forbid if it was Christian himself- were to make contact with the police with the information, she would definitely be ruined. Forget 'selling' her out to the police, the mafia may just abandon her to them, just like her father did.

Tatiana muttered and Francesca blinked twice. "It too dangerous Tiana, get your eyes cleared. I'm talking about a mafia not an ordinary rich man! It a clan..." Francesca warned. "Ion care! I need to save my dad" "Tiana! Do you wanna die" Francesca exclaimed. "I just need to save my father!" She protested. "You can't do this Tiana, let look for some other way!" Francesca suggested. "I don't think there is any other way!" "Tiana, this Mafia is a dangerous one. Lucifer!!!" She exclaimed but Tatiana was determined herself.

Third Person Pov: Thomas Allen is one of the most ruthless leaders in the mafia gang Hayden Wren heads. Its known as 'Python'. Recently, there's been a fued between the two, hence; Thomas moved to Dubai. The members of the gang thought things would dissolve over time... but it didn't. Communication seized between the two for the past two years. Now, Thomas is back to set things right.

I tap my fingers on the door, analyzing the people walking calmly without being aware of what lurks beside them, I check the time once again in a countdown to receive information about the mansion's fire. Jackson assured that the two would take time to return with their soldiers because they were too busy trying to find the stolen cargo and contacting the supplier to ask for new girls. The idiots don't even sell them to another mafia, they just throw the women in whorehouses in Sicily holding auctions for perverts like them and using the kids as freebies for the best customers. sick sick fuckers

"I speak in fewer, clearer phrases. For fifteen years, you will be mine. You have to follow my mafia's rules and regulations throughout that period. You'll be released after that, he said. I gave him the side-eye while picking up the contract. I had no faith in anything he said. I carefully examined the contract looking for gaps before I discovered it. A sly laugh escaped my lips. The contract was smashed on the table by me. I'm not like your stupid henchmen, you know. I'll be your property for fifteen years, according to this contract. It must have been a pleasant notion. to declare that I am Luca Martinelli's property. It makes no mention of the previous contract becoming void. You'd still