Sold To The Heartless Mafia Novels & Stories

“You stabbed me in the fucking back, Melody. You were a wolf in sheep's clothing. I won’t lie, at first, I thought you were just a naïve little girl. But after you stole from me, I realized you weren’t that. You are a thief. A psychopath who disguises herself as an innocent girl in need. And when someone lets their guard down, when they trust you…” I trailed off, fury burning through my veins. “You stab them in the fucking back, don’t you?!” I screamed it. Letting out everything I had buried. Everything I had swallowed. Everything I had wanted to say to her since the day she betrayed me. Mason’s voice was like acid, burning through the air. “You are just goddamn wasting time, you mafia bitch

He just turned from the counter with something small in his hand and a look on his face I’d only seen a few times, the one with no armor left on it. “I paid fifty million dollars for you once,” he said. “Worst deal I ever made. I got robbed.” “Did you.” “Completely. I thought I was buying a woman who’d do what she was told.” He almost smiled. “I’d like to make a better offer. There’s no price on you this time, because you’re not for sale and you never should have been. So I’ve got nothing to bid with. Just me. Whatever’s left of me after all of it. That’s the whole offer.”

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.

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.”

abuelo called out. Alvaro chuckled, shaking his head. "Fifty thousand dollars!" Someone else yelled. Abuelo narrowed his eyes at the man, sizing him up. "Puta," he muttered and Alvaro and Mateo looked at each other with matching smiles on their faces. "One hundred thousand!" "Get him, gramps," Mateo encouraged. "Sold to Mr Castillo," the lady pointed at our table and everyone clapped. "Take lots of pictures for me," he said, looking at me.

At least The Mafia Lords wife did. And without a second thought, or a moment's delay, Gustav gave them what they wanted, getting back The Cross Sword Mafia in return. It was like this that he developed the identity of being a heartless monster, of the Mafia who knew no love, for he had traded his own son for his power. He was a demon in a human body. And while Gustav bathed in his glory and the songs of praises and horror that people sang of him, his wife, Jessica Russo, slowly ebbed away to darkness.

Like property? The word echoed in my skull. I'd be nothing. How did I get here? “No... no, please,” I whispered, panic rising like bile. “You can't... I'm not a thing to sell!” Cristian grinned, wiping his hands on a rag stained with ink and blood. “Oh, but you are now, boy. And you're lucky—snagged you a spot at one of the best auctions. High-end stuff, for the baddest mafia out there. They got a real thing for virgin boys like you, fresh meat, untouched except for my cock and this little tattoo. You'll fetch a fortune. Some rich prick will bend you over his desk, fuck you senseless, and thank me for the branding.”

MELISSA'S POV "Hey, it's your turn. Come on, outside." That word made nervousness, flow in my veins. Right here, my freedom was going to be gone, forever. I walked up to the stage, and stood, fiddling with my hands, and my hands were shaking. In the crowd, there were ordinary people, and Mafia Lords. Mafia Lords ruled the people, because they were feared, and they had more power, and influence. "Now, we start our bidding from 1 million dollars." The auctioneer announced.

"Take me to my daughter if you really want to save me, if you have a little humanity in you." He sighed, looking me over. I could swear that I saw a flicker of emotion in his soulless gray eyes for a moment there, but it was gone as fast as it came. "Unfortunately, I cannot do that. Once you are sold into the mafia, you are officially part of it, directly or indirectly. The only way to leave the mafia, is death." My soul left my body at his words, and I began to shake against my will. "What… What do you mean? I thought you were just a hotel owner, what is this about the mafia? How did I get here? I just want out, please, I am begging you…"

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"