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I did not expect to come back from my below-minimum-wage job, tired and hungry only for this always half-drunk woman to tell me that I was…she was… “Jesus..” “Don't call him into this, he blessed this decision.” “Why would you do this?” My eyes were getting itchy at this point. She just straight-up told me she was selling me off to pay her debt. Not just that, she was selling me off into a mafia. What mafia? How did she get affiliated with the mafia? “It's going to favor you if you look at it the right way,” she said, walking over to me, her beads and old jewelry jingling as she came closer, “Imagine turning out to be the mafia lord’s favorite girl. Think of all the good stuff you'll get.”

"Most are, though. Horrible people. The only good one I've seen is the boss." A snort escaped from my mouth the moment he said that. Yeah, that was it. But maybe that was how the mafia lords worked. Maybe this was what they did best... draw you in with enough intensity and obsession, and once one believed it, once you began to fall for them and their amazing tongues which seemed to work wonders behind close quarters, they dropped you. Did I even love him? I wasn't sure. I wouldn't have left so early if I did, right? Maybe I was close to it. Maybe that was what scared me more than anything.

The car sped off before she could even process what had happened. Her breath came fast, heart pounding as she twisted to the door, yanking at the handle—locked. She turned to face her captors, only to feel a cloth being tied around her eyes, plunging her into darkness. “You’re making a mistake,” she snapped, trying to sound fearless. “I’m the wife of one of the deadliest mafia leaders. He’s going to kill you for this.” Silence. Then a familiar voice spoke. “I’d love to see him try.”

Emma's shoulders tensed, her face pale. "Nine million," I smiled relaxing into my chair as my gaze locked onto Marco. The room erupted into chaos and Marco's face turned beet-red, his eyes bulging. The emcee's voice trembled. "Nine million dollars, do we have ten?" The room hung in suspense. Marco stormed out of the room, his eyes flashing with anger. "Sold to Leonardo Rossi for nine million dollars," the emcee announced. I approached the stage, my movements deliberate. Her shoulders tensed beneath my touch as I led her off the stage, and the emcee handed me a file. I pocketed it, my grip on Emma's arm tightening.

“He just happened to pull you into this? How?” He exhaled a shaky breath, swallowing before he spoke. “Some stranger approached me. I didn’t know who he was at first, but I knew he came out of nowhere, as if he had been following me all along. He said he had someone who wanted to meet with me. Said there was business to discuss. And then he offered me thirty thousand dollars just to hear him out.” Alessandro’s voice faltered for a moment. “At that time, I didn’t know it was Salvatore’s right-hand man.” I clenched my jaw, feeling my blood start to boil. “So… you sold your loyalty for thirty thousand?” The words came out bitter, a clear expression of how disgusted I was.

Speculated the Mafia don and his men. And then, puzzlingly enough came the call. A distorted voice had spoken, high and robotic. “We have your girl.” The Bear had lunged forward, the receiver of the old-fashioned phone in his hands as he barked, “Where? What? Give me back my child…” The voice had seemed to hesitate, and the Boss exchanged looks with Schwartz. Then, almost as an afterthought, the voice continued, “We demand…umm…five million dollars as her…in exchange for her.”

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.”

Daniel glances at me once but briefly, his green eyes flickers with something that I sadly can't read. Either way, I push off the shelf, still gripping the tiny silver keychain in my palm and follow the mafia boss. ============================================= Thanks for reading :-)

My fiancé sold me to the Norling crime family to pay off a five-million-dollar gambling debt, telling me to please their Don. What he didn't know is that the Don of the Norling family is my father. On our third anniversary, Julius took me to a black market auction in Vegas. "Close your eyes, baby," he whispered. "I promise you're gonna love this surprise." I thought he was going to bid on a gift for me. I did as he asked, closing my eyes and letting him lead me by the hand down a noisy hallway.

] I listened to their sharp exchange, forcing myself not to react so they would not know I understood every word they spoke. 'Pensavo che il Capo volesse tenerla. Sicuramente gli è costata abbastanza.' [I thought the Boss wanted to keep her. She certainly cost him enough.] I froze, I had thought my father had given me to Santino as repayment for a debt, to hear that he had actually paid out money for me was shocking. It was unheard of in the Mafia world. Women were given in contracts or in payment but only those who fell into the hands of the traffickers were actually sold.