Slave Of The Mafia Boss Novels & Stories

After a few minutes of begging and weeping, Alex stopped lashing her, he untied her angles. "Next time you do such a thing, trust me you will receive more." He took the whip and angle spreader bar and place them in his drawer. Laura curled herself as she weeps silently. It was a stupid idea, she should have known there was no way out of this hell hole. This was her life now, she will forever remain a sex slave to this mafia boss. He took out his phone from his pocket and called Dexter "I won't be going today, take care of everything. You know the drill, no room for mistakes" he dropped the call after passing orders

"And don't worry, I'll be keeping a close eye on you. If you try anything funny, I'll know." Booze groaned. "This is insane. I'm not a spy. I'm just a low-level thug and there's no way I will betray the mafia, I prefer death."

He stepped into my room, while I curled up in a little space in the bed. "Oh! I see you ate the food I gave you," he spoke, picking up the plate. I ignored his words, while I was trembling in fear from inside. "You know, Nisha. You now committed a felony," he winked. I was surprised at his words, so I looked at him. "What do you mean?" I asked. "There's a rule in the underworld. If a Mafia's Slave eats something at another Mafia's place, it's said that the slave has committed a felony, and now, is not restricted to any one Mafia," he spoke, coming close to me.

He protested, his snort entering his mouth as he spoke. Ohh, dear reader… I forgot to inform you... I am not your regular mafia boss. I am the topdog in the mafia world even though I am still monitored by my father. Denver is not just my consigliere and best friend, he is the head police of narcotics and crime. He helps me run my dirty work. If a young guy or lady gets caught at the airport smuggling drugs, they would be given options– It is either they sign a deal working for me at my different clubs as strippers or they get arrested. Some young boys and girls are workers at my club because their parents couldn’t pay up their debt. Some work as security personnels who transport my goods– dr

I did not know what to call him, the great lordly Allesandro Martin. "Your picaro boyfriend and your scrote of a brother were right. I work for mafia." Shelton confessed to me in a growing irate. "Your father, Allen Rodriguez is my boss Sheikh Abdul Razim's strong opponent. My boss was attracted to you after seeing you in one of the parties. Since then he is heavily bent on having you as his mistress. He will use you as long as he wills and then sell you as a sex slave." He tells me in a teasing snicker. My anger for the words he used for me was undecipherable. "I am not a whore that whoever wants to fuck me I would go to him and spread my legs." I walk towards him about to hit but he stops

I lay on the massive king-sized bed in nothing but a thin black silk robe, staring at the ceiling of the luxurious prison I had called home for two years now. I still remembered the night Jackson Cho bought me at that underground auction. I was twenty-one then, terrified and naked on stage while rich, dangerous men bid on my body. He won. He paid an enormous amount of money and took me home that same night. From that moment, I became his personal sex slave. His toy. His property. He ruined me for anyone else. My body, my mind, even my soul now belonged to the most dangerous mafia lord in the city.

He hardly ever gets a rest, and that girl still gives him a pain in the ass," he added. My pupils drew more widely. The fact that he is linked with major organizations comes as a surprise to me because all along I had the impression that he was merely a CEO and a millionaire who owns a great deal of property, assets, and businesses. After overhearing Lorenzo refer to him as his big boss, it's possible that the presence of so many robotic bodyguards was the cause for this. Everything that was strange or unsettling is beginning to make more sense now. The moment he used the phrase "big boss," it was clear that he was a member of the mafia, right? Or, if that's not the case, he could be the bos

His ten years old daughter. I could see the faint crease between his brows deepen, jaw shifting slightly with each word. “To the Bratava and was to be trained as a help for a fucking pedophilic bastard. The little thing was lucky I had business with them.” My mouth gaped as I tried my best to formulate the words raging in my head. I didn't know much about the mafia world but I knew one thing for certain, the Bratava were the kings. Ruthless beasts too. The idea of what she’d endured made my chest ache. I wanted to curl into myself, hurt and angry all at once.

Kai looked at him coldly. "Pakhan, we have recovered the money he stole from us" Nikolas, Kai's second hand man and the person who is close like a friend spoke up. There is an edge of stifness in Nikolas's tone. The edge that came with fear and respect for his Pakhan. The same edge can be heard in everyone's voice when spoken in presence of Kai. That's because Kai proved to be dangerous when triffled with, and earned the name 'DEVIL' with his deeds. He rules the mafia world under this fear.

One of the men in the suit commended me but I could see the way his eyes kept roaming all over my body like some piece of meat he was about to tear into. It was no news that men around here didn't see any reason for us to be appreciated but that wasn't even what irked me the most. It was the fact that he kept looking at me and Hayden refused to acknowledge it. I knew that many mafia bosses were territorial about their women but not me. He might have said that he saved me from getting killed but that didn't feel like it right now. Instead, it felt like I was just another pawn in his hands, used as a bargaining chip. "She is decent." He finally acknowledged.