Sold To A Gang Leader Novels & Stories

“No hesitation. No mercy. No survivors unless I say otherwise. I want every family of Santiago buried today, his wife, his kids, everyone. I want their house perished as a string message to thier traitor that they are not safe from me." His men answer in unison, “Yes, Boss.” He moves to pick up his gun from the velvet lined case. The weight is familiar, grounding. Julio had gifted him this particular piece last year, laughing that it was “too pretty for someone as unfriendly as you.” Lucien’s eyes flicker with pain, quick, sharp, gone instantly. “Tonight,” he says quietly, “we do not fight as a mafia. We fight as a family.” A ripple moves through the room, rage, grief, loyalty.

"Hurry up and clean it up! You're ruining our date!” Nicolas became so enraged that he lost control and dragged Calista from the restaurant. Gianna was surprised by what Nicolas did. "Let me go!" Calista said as soon as she and Nicolas got out. "What the hell is that, Calista?" Nicolas asked her, annoyed. "I'm doing my job!" "Bullshit! You don't have to do that.” "And why not, Nicolas? I want to have a normal life. At least with my job, even though it's hard, I'm not afraid of those around me that I could die anytime!"

“How do I know you won’t speak about me if I were to let you go?“ she eyed them. Ten people are too many to keep their mouth locked. Even if some of them were tight-lipped, the others would talk. That is not a solution either. They will only be tight-lipped around their gang information. “We wouldn’t.” the man who was kneeling on the ground replied. “How?“ she asked. “Our leader had been killed, and the person that took it his life will rule the gang. It’s a rule for every gang,” he said. Vale froze. She shouldn’t have shot Landon! She should’ve knocked him out and pulled out her smoke bomb and run while they’re busy attending their boss. This is not what she wanted. Heck, the news will spre

“The cancer girl. Look at you. Climbed into the boss’s bed after all, did you? Good girl. I always said you’d make somebody a fine investment.” “Don’t.” I said it quietly, and the room went quiet with me, and I watched him understand that the quiet belonged to me now. That when I spoke, people stopped talking. “You sold me like a side of meat to save my sister’s life. You took the only thing I had left and put a price on it and slept fine that night. I came a long way to say one thing, so listen.” He listened. He didn’t have a choice anymore. That was the whole point.

"Mr. Martelli's men would be here in a few hours, and we don't want to keep them waiting," Carine sobbed as she shakily took the pen and signed the papers. The papers that marked her as the infamous Mr. Martelli's property. She couldn't believe they were doing this to her. Her family wants to sell her off, like she was some object for sale. They want to use her as collateral to pay off Max's debt, a debt she knows nothing about. How cruel of them. Of course, they couldn't use Laura or Gianna. They were the legitimate children, while she wasn't.

My fingers trembled and my body shook with emotions as I listened to the auctioneer list off my qualities. I tuned out his voice and my surroundings, keeping my head low and eyes downcast. But the moment the word ‘sold’ rang in the air my head snapped up in search of my buyer but I couldn’t pinpoint anyone. I was led off the stage and back to where the other girls waited to be called upon. The bald man stood to the side talking animatedly with another equally intimidating man. Their voices grew louder as I neared them. The man I did not know stopped talking as soon as he spotted me, “Is she the one?” The bald man nodded grimly, not even sparing me a glance.

Did he just sedate me? The rest of the men entered the car and I continued kicking. After a while, I slowly felt the Anastasia kick in and my body slowly started getting numb. I couldn't fight anymore, I couldn't say anything even though the gag was off my mouth, I couldn't move any part of my body. I was just numb. I fell back on the seat, my eyes getting heavy and my head throbbing harshly. I tried to keep my eyes open and saw the gang leader walking up to the front seat of the car. Before my eyes shut close and darkness consumed me.

“Don`t you test my patience, I got here first.” “No, I got here first.” Putting his food on the table If he thinks I`m going to entertain him, he got another thing coming. Without responding to him, I sat down, took an apple, and bitted it. His gang came. “When did we sign a new member?” “He is not one of us.” “Hey, kid.” Said their group leader, “Are you lost or in need of our protection?” “I want to know who is selling in here and how much per gram.” I said, “I need a fix.”

“THIS is your fault, Helios. Why would you listen to your father?” Grant’s voice keeps on lingering inside Helios’s mind. He opened up his problem to Grant so that his cousin would help him to find Zoe. And as promised, Grant will look after it. “You’re a son of a mafia boss, a future mafia leader after your father. Yet, you’re scared?” “Fuck!” Helios throws the glass on the wall of his office inside his penthouse. ‘Grant’s voice is really troublesome,’ he thought.

Lawson finally looked at her. His eyes were dark. Unsettled. “I warned you,” he said. “You should’ve stayed quiet.” She swallowed. “You don’t get to own me.” Lawson leaned closer, his presence suffocating. “You were sold to me,” he said. “I paid the price.” Her eyes filled with tears. “You paid my father. Not me.” Lawson’s jaw clenched. “You were included.” She shook her head. “I’m not an object.”