Sold To A Gang Leader Novels & Stories

Then just like he grabbed me, he pushed me back like I was a disease. I finally breathed out. That meant it was a no for me. He started to move, then stopped abruptly. “I choose her,” he said in a chill tone, and left. Who? It couldn't possibly be me. He recoiled when he touched me. But the faces suddenly turned toward me in pity, and that was confirmation. It was me. I just got sold to Rai Mikailov. Mafia leader of the Podolskaya gang. Hands pulled me as the seller uncuffed me, removing my tag. “You have a hard life ahead of you, little rat,” he spat, his breath reeking.

It has been going well for quite a while, but one day, I sold a packet in the wrong place at the wrong time without permission. It's not like I knew I was supposed to get permission; I didn't get it for the last hundred I sold in the last couple of years. How I made it without getting arrested is something I can't explain, but this day, it wasn't the guys In blue that I was running from, but the most lethal gang leader back then in Brooklyn—Frank.

They couldn't even rob Nirvana; instead, they were caught, and now he's been sold to a man. "You are sexy," the man whispered in Martin's ear. "Oh no, he's gay!" Martin's heart leaped. The second man to be sold was Scott. "As the leader of the gang, we'll start from $80,000," Mr. Smith Clarke said. People placed their bid and the highest was $200,000. Suddenly, they heard a voice. "$250,000," someone said and everyone gasped. Justin had raised up detective Joe's hands and spoke for him.

“It's legit. He's not fucking with us. How did you get these off the bank?” “There's a lot of ways to make something happen you don't need to tell everyone your secrets and there's a reason why I'm selling this because you'd be making a great fortune off this.” Frederic uttered thinking about seeing his son back on his feet. He wouldn't think of any other thing, he hated why he spent all the money he made from the gold on his wants. “Alright then, we're giving you the price you gave us. It's four million in there, nice doing business with you.” Frederic stared at the leader in his eyes, staring at the sword tattoos that they all had. He was impressed that he made a deal with a Russian gang.

I quickly held her hands on the table " my parents lied to you, they lied to everyone. I never left to Canada. They...they sold me off. " " Sold you? What do you mean?" " Remember Logan DeAngelo? The Mafia man you were so obsessed over and would talk about everytime? " She nods " well that night, it had been his car you saw parked out in my lawn. Apparently, my parents owed him some huge about of money that they were about to pay with their lives. But as soon as I walked through that door, my parents sold me out to him to spare their lives and he look me away. "

Sold To A Gang Leader [He owns her] . . (Sold out) Shawna's POV I sat cuddled on the floor, the room was a bit dark and there were others teenage girls like me. There was fear written in all our faces. Who couldn't be afraid in this situation? We all have been sold. Sold to a sex house. Men come here and purchase us like items, they buy us and take us to their houseses to warm their beds for them.

I asked, sliding the photo back to Alessio. "Yes Capo" he nodded. A dangerous smirk played on my face, "And that was the day we had received drugs worth twenty million dollars. Isn't it shocking? It can't be a coincidence honestly" "We have a rat. A snitch over there" Luca grimaced, the realisation dawning on everyone. "Yes. He or she sells us out to our enemies. I need every soldier who was on duty that night sent back to America" "Why? Don't get me wrong Capo but I mean Leonardo can definitely interrogate them all in Russia and have them killed" Thomas suggested.

The gang leader looked around until his eyes landed on Lewis, who was on his knees, shivering like a leaf in winter, with his fist in his mouth. "No sir, he isn't." "Good." The voice from the phone intoned, "You can let him live." And with that, he ended the call abruptly. The gang leader slid his phone back into his pocket. He walked up to where Rosa was—struggling to make her way into the car. He stared down at her while she screamed at the top of her lungs, still flailing her arms in the air. "Get me the jack from the boot!" He ordered sternly.

he replied with determination in hope of getting a promotion or something. “Any?” Daniel’s eyes followed the motion of the oval-shaped paperweight as he spun it on the table. “Yes, sir,” Michael affirmed. “Very well. Now tell me Michael Can you sell your soul for millions?” Daniel pushed further. His eyes searching Michael’s. “Millions?” lips parted in shock. “How about I offer you ten million in exchange for something you have, Michael. Would you accept the trade?” Daniel asked calmly. His hands are still playing with the paperweight.

Mr Luka folds his hands in front of him as if he would love more than anything to get this over with. “I am selling my daughter to Mr. Allessandro Vanellin.”