Sold To The Mafia Don Novels & Stories

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.

The short bald headed nigga that supervises the affair of the club grinned in excitement while showing his brown teeth. “Marcus right?” I asked him. “Yes, Don.” He answered proudly while trying to put on a brave facade but I saw through that. “You know my rules. I don't deal with human trafficking or slave trading. That's not part of my mafia dealings. I'm not asking you to stop. But the moment your stupid activity is traced to my mafia, I'll give you a long painful agonizing death.” I threatened while promising him something I knew he would not wish for. After threatening him and ensuring that they were all good, I made my way to my mansion hoping I would be able to prepare myself for tomor

“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.

He has to. I'd been sheltered my whole life and rarely appeared in public, but the core members of the Family would have seen my picture. The iron door opened. A bald man covered in tattoos walked in, flanked by two guards with rifles. Julius eagerly pushed me in front of the man, selling me like a piece of meat. "This is my girlfriend. See? A dead ringer for her, right?" "And I swear, she's untouched. Completely clean. The Don will be very satisfied."

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."

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.