Sold To Mafia Boss Novels & Stories

The man was tied to a chair, fear evident in his eyes as he saw the notorious crime lord and his henchmen enter the room, and he was also sweating profusely. Alessandro approached him with an air of authority, his face devoid of emotion. "Tell me everything you know," he demanded in a low, intimidating voice. "Who gave us out to Don Diablo!" The man's lips trembled, but he remained defiant. "I ain't tellin' you nothin', you mafia scum!" He spat. Alessandro's eyes narrowed, and he signaled to Giovanni, who brought out a medium-sized silver case from the safe that was imbedded in the left wall of the basement.

"No, Boss. I'm not working for anyone. I stole the boxes of ammunition on my own volition." "Do not think I am stupid, Dante," I snapped, my fury rising to the surface again. "I know how the game works, better than anyone else. A man such as yourself cannot steal so much cargo singlehandedly, much less sell it to make money without arousing suspicion. The only way you can sell thirty-six boxes of guns and ammo is if you were under the protection of a larger Mafia Gang. So tell me who sent you. Vino? Scarface? Alderman?" A tear slipped from his eye as I searched his face for the truth. "Nobody, Boss. I swear, I am speaking the truth."

Gianluca Martelli, an Italian Mafia lord based in New York could be seen making his way out of his company and into the car that was waiting for him. He was a handsome man with deep blue eyes that reminded one of the deep blue seas. He was built like a demigod, with height-6'5. He had a chiseled jawline too. His eyebrows were neatly carved. His light skin which was almost pale did well in complimenting his deep blue eyes.

The man took out his briefcase, quickly checking over the notes he had in there. “I’ll buy her for eight million,” he offered. “And please tell the bitch to stop crying.” He rolled his eyes. “Bring that up to ten million, and we have a deal,” I grinned, letting my hand out for him to shake. He nodded in agreement, and shook my hand. I’d sold ten children today. I knew that my partner in the mafia, Damon, had told me he was against human trafficking, but I didn’t give a fuck. I was a heartless prick. I’d do anything for money.

“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.

“Now listen very carefully,no one speaks to me in that manner,not even the Mafias. I wrecked you? Do you know what your little bitch self had done to me? You are the manipulator here! I have been out of my mind recently and it's all your fault…you keep occupying every single place in my head (he tightened his grip)..I can get rid of you anytime,and trust me no one in this city and country would suspect me and your body will not be found. We made a contract..I saved your ass many times you ungrateful slut,now let me warn you, you better not push me to the wall! Drive me crazy one more time,you will be forgotten,your little nieces will be my toys as soon as they are of age” He released her. An

He sneers and comes forward. "You want to know what the auction is? I'm going to dress you up in pretty clothes tonight and I'm gonna put you up on a stand. A lot of insanely rich motherfuckers are going to bid to have you and I will sell you to the highest bidder. With that face and that body, you should easily sell for half a million. You will be a good girl and put up a smile the entire time because if you don't, I will bring your two sisters and I'll put them up instead, after your mother tragically overdoses on cocaine. Do you understand?"

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.

When I was 18, my Mamma was diagnosed with late-stage cancer. To treat her, I borrowed money everywhere I could, drowning myself in debt, yet it barely kept her alive. Cornered by life, I met Enzo Lombardi. He was the most mysterious and powerful mafia boss in Montavello, a man who ruled the business world just as easily. He sat across from me in a sharp suit, lit a cigar, and said lightly, "As long as you stay with me, money won't be a problem."

At least I had gifts that will pay out. “That depends on what you’re offering me.” “ I want something very valuable, something whose value is over a million. I know you’re staying with the mafia boss from Russia. Everyone whispers about him around here, calling him a beast and death so I know he’s definitely treating you. He has money. I want maybe a necklace and a pair of earrings. If I pawn them off and find out that they cost below a million I am definitely telling all your secrets so be careful what you do to me because I am not a person you want to cross.”