Sold To The Heartless Mafia Novels & Stories

“I am not God Mack, you know the rules, you were warned.“ He picked two bare wires and brought them together causing an electric shock. “What is the second rule of the mafia society?“ He asked Mack whose eyes didn't leave the wires he was holding. “Never involve children in the act,” he muttered still staring at his hands. “And what did you do?“ Alex raised his brows. “I made children sell drugs.“ He muttered. “Good and now it is time you pay for your crimes,” he placed the bare wires on Mack's legs sending waves of electric shock through his body. The man yelled, he couldn't take his legs away because he was bounded. “Boss have mercy,” he yelled. Alex laughed, he has missed this, the cry fo

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.”

Sold to a mafia—to a mafia boss, I didn’t expect it to lead to a new phase of my life full of love. .. .. .. .. .. .. T H E E N D . . .

Final. I slowly leaned back against the pillows, my breathing uneven, shallow. In less than an hour, a man who had pledged loyalty to the Mafia empire would walk through that door. He would take my blood. He would press cold metal against my skin. He would look at me the way doctors do — clinical, detached, and he wqould see it. He would see the truth. And once it was spoken out loud, I would never be able to silence the words. I would never get it back.

“ Just for the few minutes I am away you are about to spill the beans to mum” I said, pinning Marco by his collar to the wall. “I didn’t say anything” “yeah right, one hug from mum. You are already melting” Marco frowns. “see, if you had revealed that we made a deal with the mafia. And they took Ava because of that deal. Your mum wouldn’t have three months to live. Puff! she would be dead and gone”

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.”

I lay there on the couch, legs still spread, mafia cum leaking from my freshly fucked pussy, heart racing with fear and filthy excitement. My father’s debt had just been transferred to my body. And the mafia was going to collect every single inch of it.

On my eighteenth birthday, when all the girls dreamed of meeting their match, of the beautiful bond that would tie her forever to her destined lover, my stepfather gave me another type of gift. He sold me. Sold me like cattle to the head of the Bravta Mafia. The night he told me, he even smiled. "You should be grateful," he said, holding out to me a beautiful dress to wear. "You're not strong enough to be a pack leader, but anyway now you won't die useless." Grateful. I had never felt such pure, sheer hatred for anyone before that moment. He had sold my future, my dreams, my right to choose, for a pile of blood money. And my mother? She was simply standing there in the doorway, silent as alw

She was playing so was he, So why the hell he was feeling betrayed, wasn't he also playing with her to get his work done. Too fucked up to even think about anything, as he got up from his couch before leaving the room. What kind of emotion he was experiencing considering how well he knew he was incapable of feeling anything. He had no heart, he was cruel, ruthless, people called him a machine, a walking killing machine who knew only to shed blood, who know how to manipulate the situation, who knew how to peel off skin of someone without leaving any trace. But what happen when the ruthless mafia started to fall for his own trap with a not so innocent girl, things will eventually fall apart, m