Sold To The Mafia Don Novels & Stories

The man was tied to a chair, fear evident in his eyes as he saw the notorious crime lord and his henchmen enter the room, and he was also sweating profusely. Alessandro approached him with an air of authority, his face devoid of emotion. "Tell me everything you know," he demanded in a low, intimidating voice. "Who gave us out to Don Diablo!" The man's lips trembled, but he remained defiant. "I ain't tellin' you nothin', you mafia scum!" He spat. Alessandro's eyes narrowed, and he signaled to Giovanni, who brought out a medium-sized silver case from the safe that was imbedded in the left wall of the basement.

I loved what I saw. I stepped out of my room, locking my door behind me. I couldn't help but think about how Lucia was able to seduce Bruno. He was the one who bought her, and from my research, he was a ruthless and the most feared mafia Don. He was respected, and few could stand against him.

“You heard me.“ The Black mamba soldiers were looking from their Don to his son like they were waiting for orders before they strike. It was obvious they expected the Don to forcefully take Alvin and Nora with them. Mr Miller and Alvin looked at each other eye to eye for what seemed like hours. Then finally, the infamous mafia Don said: “Let's just go.“ The Soldiers looked at their Don as if to confirm if he was sure before they nodded and started walking away with him. Alvin and Nora watched until they crossed the gate and disappeared.

"Then take it to the Don. Family rules." His jaw clenched, but that fake tough guy look stayed plastered on. "What, you wanna settle this in secret?" I dropped the pen, stared him down. "You forget who you married? I'm not some deli guy's kid." "This was a mafia deal from the jump," Sofia chimed in, smirking. "If you're tapping out, better get the Don's blessing." Damon gulped. Sweat slid down his face. Yeah, he hadn't thought this through.

My voice was hoarse from moaning and begging. Don Rossi stood over me one last time before they took me home. “You did good tonight, slut. That was just the first claim. Tomorrow night we bring you to the warehouse. The whole crew — twenty men — gets a turn. Your debt payment is only just beginning.” He leaned down and whispered in my ear, “And if you’re very good… maybe we’ll even let you enjoy it.” I lay there leaking the Don’s thick cum, body aching, mind spinning. My father’s debt had become my body. And the mafia was going to collect every single filthy drop.

I tried my best not to sound mean but she didn't take any offense, she raised her head slightly, I followed her eyes as she focused on all the girls in the room. "Everyone here was sold by either parents or relatives that couldn't pay the mafia they owed," then she looked at me, "I'm wondering how you were abducted." The words that escaped her lips felt so sad, I almost lost my mind, "what do you mean sold... isn't that illegal?" "Not when you're dealing with the mafia, as long as you weren't abducted then they basically care, the government doesn't even bat an eye, we just wait till we're sold off to our new owner."

Though I had always known my father was in charge of selling me to Enzo, seeing the evidence—the cold, calculating trade in black and white—made it real in a way I had not anticipated. This went beyond a family dispute. This was more than a Mafia deal. For my life, it was this. My emancipation. I gazed at the paper, my eyesight distorted with unshed tears. In what ways may my own father treat me? How could he turn me into just another negotiating chip? I heard footsteps getting closer before I could really feel the weight of the betrayal. As I hurriedly pushed the papers back in place and rose up, away from the desk just as the door creaked open, panic shot through me.

I caressed his cheek. "I know you must have questions concerning who I really am and what I actually do for a living. You've seen how murderous I can be at times and I know it doesn't actually sit well with you..." it felt like he was searching for the right words to convey his message. "Emilio is something the matter?" I asked. "Sarah..." Emilio took in a sharp breath, "I am a Don. A crime boss. A Mafia Don. I am the capo dei capi of one of the most largest and ruthless mafia in Europe, the Italian mafia"

" I asked, and I couldn't help the strange feeling, something was wrong somewhere. On hearing my tensed mood and the mention of my father, Festus stepped forward. "Prudence tell me. your father is dead!!!" she cried out, and I didn't know when the phone fell from my hand. . The rest of the day was gloomy for me, ever since the news of my father's death. He was shot. The life of a mafia don. It was inevitable now, that I had to return to Italy. Because Sergio was planning an ugly takeover.

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.”