Sold To The Mafia Don Novels & Stories

I said contentiously, staring at my father's grave. That was what he is! "Your selfish brother sold me off!, I know right? you wouldn't believe it," I said like I was actually conversing with someone. "But it's true Papa, he sold me. Twice!" I laid emphasis on the last word. I continued "He sold me off to a Heartless mob boss, an Italian Mafia Boss, who takes me as nothing but a soon- to-be Puttana, which I was about to be by tomorrow but thankfully I got out of his hell hole"

the other laughed. She found them weird, as they were laughing on something which she didn't find even close to being funny. "You know this bastard Irtaza would be after us once he came to know we're getting active again." "Let us sell these sluts then we'd be rich, and then we'd get more girls and sell them and get more money. More more money just like that and we'd be untouchable. This feared mafia don would fear us," he laughed heartily, again and his partner joined him. She felt her throat clogging, if they get their hands on her, they'd sell her and to God knows whom.

Sold to a mafia—to a mafia boss, I didn’t expect it to lead to a new phase of my life full of love. .. .. .. .. .. .. T H E E N D . . .

I said smashing my lips against his. This is my story of how I got sold to the mafia and if I have to do it all over again I would in a heartbeat.

Mr Luka folds his hands in front of him as if he would love more than anything to get this over with. “I am selling my daughter to Mr. Allessandro Vanellin.”

He leaned back in his chair, eyes sharp and calculating. “The Romano family made me an offer I cannot refuse. You’re to marry Adriano Romano.” For a moment, the words didn’t make sense. Adriano Romano? My stomach twisted violently. His name was enough to send shivers racing down my spine. Everyone had heard of him. The youngest mafia don, a man whose empire stretched across cities. Ruthless. Untouchable. They said he built his throne on blood and fear, and that those who dared cross him vanished without a trace.

I was planted there. Every horrible thing suddenly connected together like pieces of a nightmare finally forming one complete picture. I wasn't just a victim of the Mafia anymore, I was the centerpiece of a vendetta that stretched for years, fueled by betrayal so precise I couldn't name it. I was trapped in this game of revenge. My ex-boyfriend sold me. Carlino claimed me, crowning me as his Donna. A man comes from nowhere claiming to be my half brother, whose father was an ex capo that was killed by Carlino's father. Fueled by his revenge, he takes me to use me to complete his vengeance.

"Sell her to him?" "Would he get married to someone from a smaller mafia gang?" Caterina’s eyes hardened. "Dante wouldn't touch a smaller mafia group even if his hand was cut from his body. Untested men who just became mafia dons, yes. But a smaller group...? Never." The bile rose in my throat as Caterina’s words sank in. My mother had bartered away my sister's life for her own selfish gain. To a man who would never even care about her.

explained Jia. Remembering how the mafia Don flirted with his sister , his eyes narrowed as he asked, "What do you mean in exchange for Ashly?" "Alexander needs a Donna so he can start a family and remain a mafia don and he's decided that it's going to be Ashly ," replied Jones. "You can't just let the government hand Ashly over to that mafia like she's some..some pet," cried Ohm, "What kind of parents are you -" Before Ohm could finish his sentence, Jia slapped his across the face.

And for a second He went still. “I won’t take such incompetence again.” “I'm sorry, Don.” He bows. “I'll looking into it more immediately.” He speeds off before I could say another word . Assuming the mafia Donship at Fifteen wasn't part of the bargain. It wasn't what I planned for myself. It wasn't what I expected from life. But it did happen. And that boy was as good as gone. Brandnew. But yet I still hold back from torturing the life out of Alessandro's dick sticker. I guess not.