Novel & Cerita Slave Of The Mafia Boss

Judas asked again. Patrick did his best to let the two’s conversation just get into one ear and out on the other, but what she said last that made his Boss laugh happily tickled Patrick as well. It was not usual, nor often, to hear their Mafia Don burst into a boisterous peal of laughter. He bowed his head lower to hide the smile on his face. To make sure his face did not betray him, Patrick bit his lips tightly as he busied himself doing what he was asked to do. Patrick felt like his presence was a disturbance to these two love birds in the facade of a Slave and Master arrangement. But to look at it closely, the Slave was aware of her disposition. She seemed to know where she stood and did

"Leah, who is she? You and your husband always say that name. Have you both sinned against her?" "Shut your mouth! You know, I could kill you! I told you at the beginning, if you betray my son then your life won't be saved! I have mafia acquaintances who could make you a prostitute slave. You want that to happen to you, huh?" The mafia she knows is my partner. How could she bully me like this, funny. If I make her a slave it's impossible because she already looks old at only 40 years old.

Serena sat in a crouched position, arms securely wrapped around her legs as she stared blankly at the dungeon gate. She had been blindfolded, leashed and thrown into the underground prison just after the Don gave the instruction, and Serena felt her blood roar in anger at the thought of it. She was now a slave, and at the mercy of her master, The cold heartless Mafia boss. It felt like a dream, yet it was as real and clear as day.

Instead, his fingers reached for my chin, holding it gently, but with just enough pressure that I couldn't look away. "You're a smart girl." He murmured. "But I don't need smart. I need obedient. Understand?" So he had no intention of letting me go. Would he torture me? Kill me? Like those two men from last night? I felt like a rabbit trapped by a lone wolf, terrified, helpless, completely at his mercy. It was only June, but a chill settled over me-maybe from the freezing car AC, or maybe from the cold realization that I was now a mafia boss's pet, with no way out, at least for now. I hugged my arms around myself, trying to hold in the shiver.

I said and smirked and found his lips also molding into a big smirk and he nodded sly making me again looking out of the window. If she has the ability to attract me then she will see the real monster tonight, my starving beast who was suffering inside me is gonna get his release today. Even after being the mafia man i have never included myself into any sex activity because i never felt attracted. I am feeling good because i have the hope that, that disgusting place will surely give me what i want. If i found my one then she will have her hardest night today, being a mafia i have seem so many girls who literally threw themselves on me and crave to just fucked by me where normal girls have t

Chapter 1: Interest in Flesh Trope: Mafia / Debt / Captive Heat Level: [NOIR] The basement smelled like damp concrete and expensive cigars. Sofia sat on a wooden chair, her hands tied behind her back. She looked up as the heavy metal door groaned open. Marco stepped in. He wasn't wearing a suit today…just a black undershirt that showed off the tattoos climbing up his neck. He was the man her father owed five million dollars to. And since her father didn't have the cash, he had offered Sofia instead.

I gave a nervous laugh "Jones and Harry. Seize the traitor of a beast!" Both men took out their guns but instead aimed it at me. "W-What?" I asked confused "I said Ferro, not me!" "Sorry Boss." Jones clicked the hammer "We only take orders from Damanico." "Damanico?" I asked in horror "What madness is this?" "The fact that your mafia has been playing you all along." a voice said and a figure walked calmly through the door in a black shirt and jeans "D-D-Da..." I was stuttering as I took a few steps backwards

You shouldn't always trust weather forecasters…. Gazing down at the plants again with my hands on the railings, I wondered if Mira was coping well with Ms. Gaga. This was a totally new environment, different from the beautiful and over pampered lifestyle she must have lived. She had entered my Mafia world and her calm life would never remain the same, ever. Once I gained information on her family, I would do them the honor of officially announcing that their daughter messed with a deadly Don and I was kind enough to make her my slave, just for six months.

The badass bîtch young woman yelled. Valerie stared at the young woman who looked just like her age and inwardly rolled her eyes at her then slowly stood up. She was about to leave the room when the young woman began talking again. "I asked you a question oh wait" The badass lady narrowed her eyes at Valerie. "You're the newest slave if I'm not wrong. You are the one whose brother dared to steal from our capo m de la mafia (meaning mafia boss in Mexico). I guess it's a family type of thing because now you're making out with the underboss after sleeping with the mob boss" she rolled her eyes and shook her head.

“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…”