Sold To The Mafia Don Novels & Stories

I learn he is patient, cares deeply for his brothers, mother and even his employees. Milos doesn’t want to talk about his business. I press him and he gives in, in exchange for me eating all my vegetables, no argument for the week. He’s the source of cocaine to the Outfit and Irish mafia—selling only to other heads of mafia in Chicago. Purchasing it from the Rodriguez cartel in Columbia. He stopped street-level dealing when he took over, as risk outweighed reward.

Seraphina moved closer, her hand warm against Jasmine’s cold fingers. “There’s a way you can get the money,” she said, her voice laced with careful confidence. Jasmine’s gaze snapped to her, narrowing. At this moment, she was desperate. Any help would suffice. “In one of the richest towns in Sicily, the mafia holds secret auctions,” Seraphina continued. “They bid millions of euros for a woman to warm their bed for a duration of their choosing. The deals are contract-based, strictly business, and meant for those who…” She hesitated. “…need the money.”

He suggested “It is just to distract them” I replied, my tongue ticking inside my mouth as I took another glass of whiskey. All I needed was some sort of distraction, I would have gone with any girl from the other mafia families but I am not yet sure of the persons or person who had made an attempt on my life. Mrs Scardoni walked through the doors, followed closely by her daughter who looked extremely nervous. She had beautiful long hair and the blue dress she had on made her look regal.

“You don’t want the answer.” “Don’t tell me what I want.” I poured her a glass of water and set it on the desk between us. “The Mafia isn’t a charity, Lucia. It’s a war zone dressed up in Italian suits. Women die here just like men do. Sometimes faster.” “So they were all just… collateral?” I looked her dead in the eye. “Yes.” Her lips parted, disbelief written all over her face.

“That’s helpful. Did you overhear them say anything specific? Anything that stood out?” Sylvania hesitated. “Yes,” she said quietly. “One of them said something like… ‘The Don will be pleased.’ It sounded important, like whoever this ‘Don’ is, they were working for him.” Kamala went silent on the other end of the line, her mind racing. She knew the name “The Don.” It wasn’t just a name; it was a title; a shadowy figure tied to organized crime, someone who operated in secret and held power over a dangerous network. This wasn’t just a random robbery; this was the Mafia.

Aubrey yelled, I ignored her and watched how Melissa's thighs pump out blood, making her gown turn very red. "You were saying?" I asked Melissa in a mocking tone as she sobbed in pain. She remained silent and I placed the tip of my gun on her shoulder. Her eyes widened. Then she said. "I sold it-" "Tell me something I don't know." "The black Mafias, I sold it to the black Mafias." She said. I straightened, my jaw dropping low, shit! Out of all the fucking Mafias in vino, she had to sell it to the black Mafias?

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.

"Let me clarify, then. First, I'll tell you how I came to know about your sister." I crossed my arms, watching him closely as he leaned back in his chair, making himself comfortable. "A little underground news," he started, "made its way to the Dons a few months ago. Word spread that Armando Luca, the brat of the mafia world, was suddenly spending a lot of time with a particular young lady. A real beauty, stunning by all accounts." He paused, his eyes narrowing slightly. "That surprised everyone because, let's face it, Armando's not exactly known for sticking with one woman for long. He goes through them faster than he changes his suits."

We do take other contracts as well, but when that contract is about another Don or Donna, that takes precedence over everything else. I’m not ashamed to say that I have killed a few Dons in my time with the Mother’s Revenge, but they were investigated prior to them being killed and their families exiled. The one law the mafia has is that human and sex trafficking is a no go. The rest is fair game.

Hugo instructed Luca who was quickly tapping on the spreadsheet in front of him. “Great. You will get your payment in fifteen minutes. I would expect an acknowledgment message and an invitation for two for the auction. I would like to add to my collection”. Sedat Peker said behind a thick curtain of smoke. The man inhaled the expensive Cuban Cigars like fucking oxygen. “You all are on VVIP list. Don’t worry. As I told, Mr. Mofey, you will get your invitations by the next week”. Hugo said with a smirk. He knew the power he had in the mafia world.