Novel & Cerita Sold To The Heartless Mafia

I tap my fingers on the door, analyzing the people walking calmly without being aware of what lurks beside them, I check the time once again in a countdown to receive information about the mansion's fire. Jackson assured that the two would take time to return with their soldiers because they were too busy trying to find the stolen cargo and contacting the supplier to ask for new girls. The idiots don't even sell them to another mafia, they just throw the women in whorehouses in Sicily holding auctions for perverts like them and using the kids as freebies for the best customers. sick sick fuckers

There was often time, his mafia enemies use women as a pawn to get him, but it was always futile, because Axton always sends the dead body of the women back to their masters. Not being a lover of women has really helped him greatly in the mafia world. And love was another word he hated. Since his heartless, he doesn't have a place for love in his heart, and he's sure no woman will be able to tame him. ***** Braxton quickly enters her room trying to caught her breath. She has been running all through the way from Axton's suite down to her room. Axton almost killed her, it was really something to be scared about.

But his huge well-formed physique was on top of my body which made my heart pound not leaving any space to question my decision once. I reached home and realized that my mother sold me to someone and ordered me to marry a stranger while I just had sex with a guy whom I can never forget about. I was an average girl who got stuck in the mafia world and can’t see any way out of it until I accept him as my lover. But I couldn’t as this wasn’t right. He treated me like an object by trading me and I can’t let my morals down for a jerk. I wouldn’t deny the fact that I've have feelings for him, but I’ll bury them deep down.

For him, it was part of achieving the great success he wanted to have. Remorse was invisible in his heart. Over the period of time, he managed to learn the art of being heartless as that was the only way he could attain advantages . . . power. He killed all the sympathy he used to have to become the person that he wanted to be. So far, he was not feeling any regret. In fact, he felt the other way around. His lips curled up into a broad smile, envisioning how the people he punished would suffer later on. He found entertainment in making people suffer . . . especially if it involved his greatest enemy. His brother. Ethan fucking Steinfield.

he pleaded, shivering and still bleeding. The poor man had a family to feed, a wife and two children who were on vacation in Europe. He regretted ever turning down Logan's offer. "Too bad, I don't want your deal anymore you see, I want the whole company" Logan said, smirking. He had a way of getting whatever he wanted. He was the biggest mafia in the world.. they often referred to him as the alpha.. because he was so powerful. "Damon!" He called. Damon appeared from the front door holding some documents. He handed it to Logan.

he paused and half smiled. “The Mortale mafia is best known for buying and selling attractive girls. Any girl that turns them down has to live in hell for the rest of their life, that is, if she is lucky enough to turn them down in the first place. So, serving them drinks is like going up there to discuss your price. Obviously, you are new to New York cause everyone knows the Mortale mafia since their crimes are just in sight of everyone. It is never hidden.” I stifled a burst of laughter at his impossible explanation, but once the realization that what he said could only be possible in this club, an intense silence enveloped me as I gulped.

The girls still trembling but knew what they had to do, each one began to undress themselves before the sinful looking man. A slow, yet sultry music filled the room, a mixture of tunes seemingly created by a collective sound of soft flutes and violins. The girls choicelessly stood stark naked in front of the man, feeding the sinful fetish of this mafia Don. Slowly they began to sway, dancing to the sultry tunes to entertain the man. Antonio's lips curled up in his usual simple smile as he took in the scene before him with eyes watching each of the girls entertain him when his sight fell on one crouching meekly at a corner.

She didn’t belong anywhere. Her stepfather had signed the papers that morning. A contract, her life in exchange for wiping clean the blood debt he owed. She hadn’t seen Lucien Moretti yet, the man who now owned her. Only heard his name whispered in fear on the streets. The Ice King. The Mafia Lord. The man who killed with a smile. He didn’t want her as a wife. Or a lover. He wanted to own her. A maid. A servant. A breathing reminder of her stepfather’s shame.

He smiled and said; "You know you give me a lot of troubles,, and I only got to know about you yesterday." "Hmph, then let me go, easy. You save yourself from the troubles I bring,vand I get to be saved from your cruelty. It's a win win." I said boldly. He peered at me like I've said something I shouldn't. The look felt like he was seeing through my frightened soul. I felt a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, realizing just how trapped I was. Running away wasn't an option, no one could escape from this mafia, and my family couldn't save me from him since they were the ones that literally sold me out.

*Lucia* Shame. Despair. Pain. They were all emotions that had become so familiar to me it was almost like I couldn't do without them. I wish I could say that I felt nothing, standing in a room full of ruthless and arrogant mafia lords, waiting to be bought by one of them at this disheartening auction but the truth was that I felt something. I actually felt a lot of things. And the leading emotion happened to be an intense sense of betrayal.