Sold To The Mafia Don นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

The man took out his briefcase, quickly checking over the notes he had in there. “I’ll buy her for eight million,” he offered. “And please tell the bitch to stop crying.” He rolled his eyes. “Bring that up to ten million, and we have a deal,” I grinned, letting my hand out for him to shake. He nodded in agreement, and shook my hand. I’d sold ten children today. I knew that my partner in the mafia, Damon, had told me he was against human trafficking, but I didn’t give a fuck. I was a heartless prick. I’d do anything for money.

"What kind of arrangements?" "The kind that will solve all my problems." My stomach twisted. "Ma'am—" "I sold you." The room went silent. I stared at her, with my eyes widened. And a part me believed I didn't hear her properly. "What?" "I sold you." Her voice remained calm, like she was discussing the weather. "To a very powerful man." My vision blurred, tears threatening to spill. "No." The word left my mouth before I even realized. "I'm not going." Veronica laughed. "You don't have much choice." She paused, then continued. "Unless you don't care about what your parents left behind."

“Has the issue been sorted out? And who is the cause of it?“ Alex asked looking everyone dead in the eyes. “Don we tried stopping him but we failed, Mack went ahead with his plan of involving kids in the business, he gives them drugs to sell and lets them have a taste of it.“ Mafia B said. “Where is Mack?“ Alex asked. “Don we heard he wants to flee the country, we've sent men after him.“ Mafia A reported. “Why I'm I just hearing of this?“ He growled at them. “Don we thought we could stop him but we couldn't,” Mafia C chipped.

I looked the sheriff straight in the eyes, “I do not know what happened, sir. I went to the bathroom because I fell and had to clean myself up. When I came back everyone had left. About your other question, yes, I know who Don Lorenzo is, but my parents have a huge debt with him and he told them I had to start working for him to pay it off.” The sheriff seemed uneasy when I looked him in the eyes, and I could see he had to swallow before he could answer me. He balled his fists and said, “You would not be the first daughter that would get sold to the mafia, unfortunately. We received an anonymous tip that there would be a drug delivery here tonight so I am sure you would not mind if we search

At once, realization dawned on Rachel, she has heard the name a million times that it rang in her head even when she was at sleep. Adrian was the most feared Mafia in entire Texas, but she hadn't seen him any close to knowing who he was, and now that he was beside her to the point that his scented mint fragrance waffled her nostrils and his deep emerald eyes gazed down to her soul, the young lady turned white as a blank sheet of paper. "The Mafia Alpha..." she stuttered still not believing her eyes. She thought the rumors were just a legend, but no! they weren't, she was seeing the mafia's Don in front of her.

But the don doesn't seem like he's even really looking at them—like they're not even as important as a speck of dust. "I suppose I can give this man a light punishment for his grave offense," Don Federico says. He takes a slow sip of wine. I suddenly realize that, even though the don isn't smiling, he's definitely enjoying the power he's holding right now. After all, he's being so exaggeratedly slow with all his movements—he must like keeping them in suspense. Does he just enjoy making them wait? Or does the don get a sick sense of pleasure from their fear? Finally, the don speaks his judgement. "This man will not be invited to any mafia gatherings for the next year—and he'll donate ninety p

I had no idea of who it was, but I knew enough Italian to know what that nickname meant. Demon. “God knows why he bought you. He's never participated in these auctions before.” He said, before snickering at me, “This must either be your lucky day, or the worst day of your life.” My heart sank and fear gripped me. I was doomed. I'd only heard of the Mafia in movies. They were dangerous and ruthless. And now I was being sold to one. Why did he choose me? What was he going to do to me? The chill of the night air and the sight of the outside couldn't stop my dread as I was brought out of the building.

I quickly held her hands on the table " my parents lied to you, they lied to everyone. I never left to Canada. They...they sold me off. " " Sold you? What do you mean?" " Remember Logan DeAngelo? The Mafia man you were so obsessed over and would talk about everytime? " She nods " well that night, it had been his car you saw parked out in my lawn. Apparently, my parents owed him some huge about of money that they were about to pay with their lives. But as soon as I walked through that door, my parents sold me out to him to spare their lives and he look me away. "