Sold To The Heartless Mafia Mga Nobela at Kwento

But also to grasp the vampire who dared to set it for the auction in the first place. That made my heart feel the peace. For a bit, but at least I was at peace. And to be honest, I was counting on that plan. Vampire mafia was the most corrupt mafia. And there was no way they would sell the Mighty Heart to anyone. I knew it because I had been dealing with the vampire mafia since I was in my teenage. I had known them for centuries. And I knew that they always had a backup plan. To retreat and run away without letting a single soul know where they went. They were good at hiding and running. They were good at it.

But it's too late for pretending because now I actually know the kind of shit that I am in. The mafia. The word echoes in my head and settles on my tongue like rusted metal and rot. It's cold, ugly and real. This is another family, another night and another situation that I'd been trapped in for thirty-one or so days now. I press my palms into my knees in an attempt to try and steady the trembling that's beginning to bubble beneath my skin. The sharp memory of my sister crashes into me like a tidal wave. Her lifeless body crumpled beside me as blood bloomed across white tile like a cruel red flower.... The man who pulled the trigger wore a tattoo that's impossible to forget...

I let our a wry smirk at Adriano choice of words when relating to the mafia. For some reason, he doesn't like to use the term mafia or syndicate. He prefers calling it an organization like is some sort of charity organization. But the truth is, that is what we are. That is what we've trained ourselves to become from generation after generation. I can't deny what I am. I've killed so many people in my life, I can't lie to myself to conceal the murderous beast in me. "Missing goods isn't something new. Your father always dealt with this. Some people can never just be trustworthy" Adriano sighed.

As she reminisce what Patrick just did, Virgina overehearded the conversation her step-father made with Mick. "Mafia? Heart donor?" the girl mumbled to herself as she sharpened her ears. Her eyes widened as her brain concluded something. Patrick planned to sell her to this unknown mafia as an organ donor. Cold sweat drenched Virginia's forehead and neck as she imagined the horror she would face later. Operation room, blinding lights, chloroform's unpleasant smell, and scalpel that cut her body open. She shivered at the thought of those, she didn't want her tragic life to end at the operating table as her heart was taken out for a criminal.

He didn't know who and why. He had a lot of enemies. As a mafia lord, he was bound to have enemies. The mafia world was never a place to keep wives and children as rivals would want to use them as baits. But he couldn't help it when he fell in love with Nivea. Who wouldn't fall for such a gentle soul like hers? He exhaled as he dragged himself towards the bathroom to freshen up. A few minutes later, he got out of the shower and dialed a number on his phone.

“I'll pay off my father's debt. I-I'll work… as much as I have too just please, let me go” He suddenly dropped the ice pack on the bed next to me as he grabbed my face between his thumb and index finger. “I don't think you understand the situation you're in… Olivia. You've been sold to a ruthless mafia King and you really think begging will change anything?” I felt a tear betray me as it ran down my cheek. “You are mine now, to use as I please.” He brought his head to the crook of my neck, getting a good whiff of me.

Please readers am sorry but I have to post this side story before posting the continuation of the main book. Am having a writer's sickness so please. Title: My mafia bride: My Mistress Genre: Mafia Troupe: revenge, contract marriage, sold, b×g Blurb: " I can't be sold,even be given to him for free" I said with fake tears rolling from my eyes. " I killed your father and mother for this so you can't spoil it " Uncle Dave says into my ears quietly.

I raised my eyes to his. Logan nodded curtly. "They're a mafia organization affiliated with Crimson Eagle Industries, the competitor to Gil's. These men run the dark of the world. They handle all the 'business' that Crimson Eagle might need to stay off the books. Brutal, connected, loyal only to one man.”

I asked. “It is an auction” my mum said looking round as if she was scanning the place “the auction is not happening here so you need to go with him, you do not need to be scared” I nodded my head in understanding “I am not scared” I lied, I feel my stomach grumble while some amount bile raised from the back of my throat. “He promised to help us clear the debts, if you work short hours with him” she said “all you need to do is follow him and be his plus one to the event.”

“We were poor, dirt poor. Lived in a shack that leaked when it rained. She worked odd jobs, but mostly drank. Yelled at me for everything. If I came home late, she’d hit me with whatever was close.” Celeste stepped nearer. “That’s awful.” “Yeah.” I kept my back to her. “I was ten when she sold me to the Mafia. She said I was strong, and could work for them. Then she got some cash and ran off with a guy. I never saw her again.” “Sold you?” She sounded shocked. “Like a thing.” I turned, meeting her eyes. “They trained me. It made me tough. But I hate her for it. She’s why I don’t trust easy.”