Sold To A Gang Leader Novels & Stories

The gang leader sat at the center, a large man with a shaved head. The leader leaned back. “I heard from my informants.” He began. “That you need help.” He added. “What kinda help we talkin’ about?” He sales Maya nodded, her hands shaking. “I want you to kidnap someone,” she said. The whole booth fell into silence words heavy The leader frowned. “Kidnap?” he said. “That’s a crazy request, Who’s the target?” Maya slowly opened her mouth. “The packs Luna.” She whispered. The men in the booth froze.

he smirked. "Well, thanks!" I started to get up, but he grabbed my arm. "Do you know how to fight?" "Yes. I took some classes...after...." I looked down at the ground. "Hey." he lifted my head to look at him. "I get it. You're safe here." Our faces were just inches away, our noses nearly touching. Part of me wanted to kiss him, but part of me wanted to run. I've had boyfriends before, always ended the same. Me getting abused or him cheating. I can never fall for a gang leader, I heard they're the worst. So I just walked out the door and up to my room. I threw myself on my bed and stared up at the glow in the dark stars that I've never really paid much attention to.

It was a risky strategy, but he knew that it was the only way forward. Mr. Roger couldn't bear the loss of his men, his money, and his product. He was filled with anger and sadness, and he knew that he needed to take revenge on those responsible. He reached out to a group of gangsters who were known for their violent tendencies. He offered them a large sum of money, as well as fifty kilograms of different types of hard drugs, if they agreed to carry out his plan. "What do you want us to do?" one of the gangsters asked.

Helping Mr. Gang Leader . Chapter 98: organized chaos . Gianna tried to give the most helpless, hapless shrug she’d ever managed in her life. “I know he’s one of my brother’s friends. I guess you’re telling me he’s a member of Mariposa right now, but I really didn’t know. I just thought he was some punk kid who thought his stupid nickname was clever. I put up with him for the sake of my brother. No other reason.”

The kind of slap that leaves a mark on the ego of a powerful man. Ilyès Blackwood. He was no ordinary man. Cold. Calm. Insultingly wealthy. And above all, vindictive. “Are you kidding?” she breathed. “You’re not really going to…” “It’s too late,” he interrupted, his voice sharp. “I’ve wiped out your father’s debts. You’re mine now, Lena.” “No. No, that’s illegal. I’m of age, I…” But she didn’t have time to finish. Two men approached from behind her. She felt their hands on her arms, the force, the impossibility of escape.

"And you just decided this? You sold me off like some commodity?" "Don't be dramatic, Maisse!" he snapped, his voice losing its veneer of joviality and taking on the sharp edge she knew so well. "This is for your own good. For our good. Do you think I enjoy living like this? Scrabbling for every shilling? This is a chance for us to finally live comfortably. To be respected." His eyes gleamed with a self-serving vision of grandeur.

He unlocked the chain from my neck. My neck felt free, I rubbed it in delight.I no longer felt the choking feeling. They started walking, and I followed them. As we walked, I saw other sold slaves being handed to their masters. We reached outside, and for a long time I breathed fresh air. Outside, a black SUV was parked. The men walked towards the car and opened the rear door. “Get in.” The leader of the guards ordered. My buyer must be inside, I thought. I entered the car and looked around and saw no one. I wondered where he was and most importantly I wondered where I was being taken to.

Hearing the bonus of 20,000 yuan, the little gangster brightened his eyes, but then said with disappointment, "Boss, it is really impossible to buy it. I have no medical record of leukemia. They require buyer to drink it on the spot, and they are not allowed to bring it back, unless we rob it!" "Then go and rob it! Anyway, you'll get it back for me, or you'll be fired!" Huang Weili said, "If you can't do it alone, call a few more people. I don't care what you do, but get a one medicinal liquid back for me." "Yes, boss. I'll go now!" The gangster left the general manager's office, and then he called several colleagues and hurried to Liu Yage's house.

Didn’t even acknowledge that I existed in that environment. Hands grabbed my arms, dragging me forward with effortless force. My feet stumbled against the floor as they pulled me toward what they called a cellar. My mind spiraled. Who would do this to me? I had never harmed anyone. I didn’t know gamblers. I didn’t know criminals. I barely even argued with people. Yet here I was—sold like a bargaining chip to a man whose face I hadn’t even seen. What if he’s a butcher? A trafficker? A murderer?

I yelled and fired over ten staff from the club today for the tiniest mistake they made. Rave noticed it and asked to go out. He said it would help calm me as if I told him I wanted to be calm. "I already owned a club; where else do you want me to go?"I asked him. "There is an auction being held today. It would be good to go and spend some cash; who knows the valuable item that may attract you?" He said. Auctions for Mafia lords weren't like regular auctions where goods were sold. The items Rave referred to girls who were sold off as slaves or sex workers to the mafia lords.