Sold To The Heartless Mafia の小説・ストーリー

He felt as if someone dunked him into a tub full of ice-cold water. The girl he wanted to spend his life with, the girl who had the capability to turn his life around, the girl for whom he was ready to leave the mafia life, the girl who changed his life with just one night of sex was about to be sold and bought like some cattle. His brother abducted her and was about to sell her.

He gives a headshake. How the hell about it? I pick up my luggage that I dropped on the floor. "You struck a bargain with the Mafia?" I inquire, attempting to fathom his ignorance with incredulity. "Just how stupid are you?" I shake my head and return to our closet, where the top shelf has an antique box containing family valuables. Cole grabs it out of my hands as I go to grab it. "Return it." No, sorry. I want to sell them in order to settle my debt.

His face was haggard, his clothes wrinkled, his eyes wild with desperation. "Hello, darling," he said, his voice crackling through the speakers. "Marcus." Her voice was steady, regal. "You look terrible." "I look like a man who's lost everything." His smile was bitter. "Thanks to you and your psychotic husband." "Thanks to your own choices," she corrected. "You sold me, remember?" "I sold you to save my life!" "You sold me because you're weak. Because when things got difficult, you chose the easy way out."

I had no idea of who it was, but I knew enough Italian to know what that nickname meant. Demon. “God knows why he bought you. He's never participated in these auctions before.” He said, before snickering at me, “This must either be your lucky day, or the worst day of your life.” My heart sank and fear gripped me. I was doomed. I'd only heard of the Mafia in movies. They were dangerous and ruthless. And now I was being sold to one. Why did he choose me? What was he going to do to me? The chill of the night air and the sight of the outside couldn't stop my dread as I was brought out of the building.

I quickly held her hands on the table " my parents lied to you, they lied to everyone. I never left to Canada. They...they sold me off. " " Sold you? What do you mean?" " Remember Logan DeAngelo? The Mafia man you were so obsessed over and would talk about everytime? " She nods " well that night, it had been his car you saw parked out in my lawn. Apparently, my parents owed him some huge about of money that they were about to pay with their lives. But as soon as I walked through that door, my parents sold me out to him to spare their lives and he look me away. "

“And send them back in pieces.” “Yes, Boss.” Marco hung up, his eyes narrowing on the window again — only now, the calm was gone. Now it was war. Someone had just signed their death warrant. Because no one touched Mia. No one even fucking looked at her without his permission. And if they tried? They’d learn the hard way what happened when you crossed the devil. Especially when the devil was in love. His fists clenched at his sides. Mia Cruz. Even her damn name sounded like temptation wrapped in trouble.

“Me. I take over the Adriatic routes next year. Drugs, guns, girls, whatever moves at night. In exchange, they leave you alone forever. Mark’s slate is clean. We disappear under their protection.” I stared at him. “You sold yourself to the mafia to keep me?” “No.” His voice was steel. “I bought you with the only currency they respect. And I’d do it a thousand times.” I crawled into his lap, straddled him, cupped his face. “Then we do it together.” He blinked. “Jessy—”

Unbothered, Mort answered as Narco frowned at him. "Is it okay for you to pass on that big burden to Mischa? While you enjoy your life?" Narco asked with a head slightly tilted to the side making Klauss burst into a small chuckle. "She accepted it without having a second thought. Mischa is aware of what danger the deed of sale will bring to her, yet she happily accepted it. She knows all the grim reapers of Death followed those deeds, yet she still wants it. She is in the Underground. What else will make a Mafia Lord happy besides those treasures?" Jaw greatly dropped in disbelief, Narco and Klauss look at Mort, surprised at what he said. With his absolute unchanging expression, they could p

The men were currently talking about who would take her, and yet, she was standing there and getting butterflies in her stomach from a mere wink by Alexander. “I really wanted this one. But it’s fine. She is all yours!” Bobby finally raised his hands in defeat. “Yes! She is all mine”, Alexander responded and shot a flirty stare at Amelia, who quickly folded her hands to her chest. Amelia staggered until her back hit the hard surface of the wall. She wanted to believe that she did not witness what she just did. However, with every minute, it dawned on her that she was sold to the young billionaire standing before her, whom she thought was her savior.

She's been deflowered in the gruesome way possible, torture and maltreated beyond anything hunan like but she was strong but now. She's been sold,after getting so close to repaying the debt her father owes; she's been sold to Lewis Flyheart. He's a drug lord, a mafia,a ruthless kîller. Is she gonna survive!? "Lanie,I can and just did. Indeed you have a sweet cûnt,the most requested sèx worker in this brøthel but Lanie. I need cash quick so yes. I sold you, wishing you a happy life of unlimited prostîtution "Brandon waved with a smrik plastered on his face