Sold To Mafia Boss Novels & Stories

my stepmother whispered. My feet rooted to the floor. “Do you want us to die? I’m pregnant, for God’s sake. Think about the baby. All you have to do is give her to him.” My chest squeezed tight. A long silence followed before my father spoke, his voice rough. “He’s a killer. No matter what you say, I can’t sell my daughter to a mafia boss who murders people for fun.” My stomach dropped. Mafia? “No, no, don’t call it that,” my stepmother said quickly. “You’re not selling her. You’re just… letting him have her for a little while.”

“It was meant to be a one off thing and I knew it was wrong and never wanted to indulge myself in it, but things only kept getting worse, and I couldn’t even imagine you, my dear, dropping out of school, so I went ahead and accepted the offer of selling drugs for his mafia boss Xavier.” “What did you just say, a mafia boss???” I asked as my eyes widened in shock, and he nodded his head. What the hell was he even thinking for fuck sake?? Doesn’t he know how dangerous these people are?? My mind also drifted off to the fact that I had previously had a squabble with this young man, not knowing he was a mafia boss. But wait a minute—a mafia boss, and he looks that young and good-looking? I mean,

The hooligans were afraid to make a sound that might interrupt the Big Boss who brings nothing but death. "What else?" The mysterious green-eyed man asked again. His face tilted and rested on his palms as he coldly look at the lowly Mafia Boss. "I will deliver the guns and ammo but I will be escorted by your men, in exchange, you will give me a few of your weapons." The Big Boss stared at him intently and fell into a strange silence. The Mafia boss feels nervous on his feet thinking if he made a mistake. He could feel his Big Boss's death glare towards him. He wants to look up and apologize but later decided not to.

Malik, one of the oldest yet youngest players of the underworld who secretly traded in drugs. "Boss, the payment is here, Malik sent half the amount in cash and the rest I'd transferred in your bank. Max Stokes' company is sold out as said by you." Nelson presented the papers to the mafia king. He accepted the signed copy of the papers and stared it. His eyes dramatically rolled not before dismissing his guards and defeatedly grunt, "What an irony, I can't believe I had to sell away three companies to collect some money! This is unbelievable." he threw the file on the table and closed his eyes.

Without giving her a chance to continue her campaign for him to stay in the hospital—or go back, he supposed—he hung up the phone, put on silent mode, and slipped it into the pocket of his pants. Bruno glanced at him from the front of the car. “Everything okay, boss?” He gave a humorless laugh. “Just fucking peachy, Bruno.” His sister knew he was in the mafia, and the woman he lo…was fixated on had run out on him when he was bleeding on the ground, hovering between life and

I said contentiously, staring at my father's grave. That was what he is! "Your selfish brother sold me off!, I know right? you wouldn't believe it," I said like I was actually conversing with someone. "But it's true Papa, he sold me. Twice!" I laid emphasis on the last word. I continued "He sold me off to a Heartless mob boss, an Italian Mafia Boss, who takes me as nothing but a soon- to-be Puttana, which I was about to be by tomorrow but thankfully I got out of his hell hole"

“They said they would sell Betsy if I didn’t pay.” I frown and slide my hands into my pockets, balling them into fists. The fury burns in my chest, bubbling like lava. “Who are ‘they’?” I ask. “Some mafia guys.” “What family?” “I- I always thought he was one of yours.” “Name?” If one of my guys had gotten involved in the trafficking business behind my back, he will meet a swift and deserved end. “Anthony Rossi.” One of Sforza’s enforcers. They make the bulk of their money from loan sharking and human trafficking.

“You have no right to talk about that! And yes, I believe you because that’s what mafia bosses do, they kill people, they intoxicate people, they don’t care about anything but their own power!” He laughed again. “Well, maybe your mafia bosses, not mine.” “What are you talking about?” He looked at her. “Yes, I’m a mafia boss, but I do so much different from the things you’re describing. You see, I sell empty actions to rich people, I absorb part of their fortunes like a vampire absorbs blood of their victims, I sell plans to the mafia bosses who want to pass illegal goods to other countries, and my worst sin? I look for the people who destroyed me. I’m the mastermind of this business, they pa

she says. "You want me along?" Jay asks as we step into the metal box. "You'd better." She's focused on the closing doors. "If Valeriya calls her father to tell him I threatened her, there might be trouble." "Who is he?" I say. Her eyes twinkle in amusement, a smile playing at the edges of her lips. "Russian mafia. Your favorite." "Think they could have taken your product?" I suggest. "Doubtful. They use my business in Russia to clean their money. But it's good to be sure." As the elevator doors open, she exits.

I ask. “Affirmative, Capo. The barista played along perfectly. I slipped the recording device into the base of the sign before she handed it over to the golden cop. She was cooperative once I handed her the wad of cash. Afterward…” he laughs crudely. “She let me fuck her. Twice.” I smirk. “There’s nothing a fat wad of cash can’t buy in this world. Money opens every lock.” “True, boss. But—” Luca hesitates. “Capo, with how long their conversation went, I’m not sure you’re gonna like what they said.”