Sold To Gang Leader Novels & Stories

The only time I would dress myself all up is if I was going out on a job for the gang we’re in. Jesse, being our gang leader often sent us out on missions to help improve our gang environment back in California, that’s part of the reason we’re here in New York at moment. We’re receiving a load of money from an alley who owes us. The load was supposed to be received at the club last night, but things went downhill when someone caught site of the deal and the cops were called. "Yeah, but on a different note, this group isn't the brightest. I mean, we could pull off changing to their school."

Then, a year ago, the gang leader decides he wants my kid. "Why did he want him?" I asked. "He wanted to raise him to be a gang member. Didn't give a shit about a baby, but you know, kids can be used as delivery boys and to hold drugs. He figured since he'd fucked me the most and cum inside me the most, it was his kid. He offered me money for him; $50,000 dollars. Just walk away from my son. I told him to fuck himself. I had money enough to care for my child. I didn't want him or his money, and I definitely didn't want my son raised as a gang banger."

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.”

I was now his and his mafia's property. Selling you would be simple, but I'm curious as to what makes you unique. My father surreptitiously received millions from the mafia, and he put those funds on a project he named the Jade Scythe. I made an effort not to retaliate at that point. "Is that you, then? Why would he spend millions of dollars on you? Where have you been for the last four years, and why are you back? It took me a while to realize that.

He extended his hand, and another man handed him a black rifle. The leader released Mason’s shirt, stepped back, checked the magazine with a metallic click, and cocked the gun. He aimed it directly at Mason’s stomach. “Like I said,” he continued, “I don’t want your money. And besides… these things you stole? I can sell them for more than anything you would offer.” Mason sighed, exhausted by the mess. “You found your drugs. Can’t you just let me go since you don’t want my money?” he asked, voice flat, genuinely wondering what they truly wanted.

My fantasies are running wild with her touch and her body and her scent. No doubt she reminds me of those nights with Aria. "Syl, you silly idiot, thought you could run away from me." The old man sat on the floor of the abandoned building, gagged and tied. "I won't ask for my money again this time." I raised my gun, cocked it, and placed it on his head. Bang. One down, six more to go. Allies of the DeLucas and debtors too. My men put him in a body bag. "Let this be a warning to everyone who becomes an ally with Enzo DeLuca."

She sat back down tears feeling her eyes. This felt more of a counseling class then a gang meeting. Everyone's families were torn apart in some shape or form, I get that. "You see, we don't kill people like they do." He meant the snakes. "We help them. But don't get me wrong, we still do very bad shit. We kill when we have to and sell drugs and weapons. It's how we scrape by." "We aren't bad." Sunny nudged me in the arm. "So where does that leave me?" I asked in confusion.

My blood boiled. More then usual. I was specific about when I wanted Isabella to be gone. Out of the house and out of my sight. Out of his sight. Thiago was a gang leader, one of the biggest in the industry solely because he had me, Jason McCann in his gang and I was playing leader making him and myself all the money needed. Meaning he was dangerous.

It never stops, every time I come here I’m assaulted and harassed, even while I worked, I’m fed up of this goddamn nonsense! I pulled out my phone to call Klaus again and waited while it rang but the man suddenly grabbed my phone. “I’m talking to you and you’re ignoring me? Who are you calling? The police? You think because your pretty I can’t bash that face of yours, huh?” As he spoke I noticed other men started circling our midst. He must be a gang leader or something. How did I end up with such bad luck? “But I have to admit, you’re indeed beautiful.

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.