Sold To The Mafia Don Novels & Stories

He thrusts--- I look down quickly and swallow hard, but the image is already burned in my mind. A sharp clink slices through the stillness like a bell, and my head turns instinctively toward it---toward him. That's when I see him, half-turned, bent slightly at the waist with the refrigerator door hanging open beside him. For a second, I just watch. There's something oddly domestic about it this mafia don rummaging through a fridge like this is any normal morning. But even now, he moves like a man built for violence and control. "Jam or peanut butter?" he asks flatly.

he replied "But how can you do this to me? Selling me off like I am some pawn" I said with tears "You think I give a damn about your feelings, Damian Moretti is the most powerful Mafia boss in the underworld and I owe him a lot of money so I sold you to him in exchange of the money" his father said "But I am a guy, why can't you marry Jade off to him instead " he said. His father stood up with anger in his eyes and matched up to him and slapped him hard.

Rosalie said, “It has not gotten to that, If you needy help, my door Is open to you” Ricardo said, and he hastily entered Into his car and drove out if seeing, A few days later, Don Miller came to visit Rosalie because he heard that Ricardo came to visit Rosalie, because he was the only mafia lord's supporting Rosalie, and he was the one supplying her hard drugs and weapons that was selling, “I heard about your low sales, how do you want to boost your sales and meet up” Don Miller asked,

I wanted to say things to him, but I managed to keep myself in check. "One fine Monday morning," Ricardo declared. "He strolled in and offered to sell the ganja to his high school buddies. A young entrepreneur, your brother is, I tell you. I mean, the cops cannot trace it back to me if it was happening in a high school. What business does a mafia man like myself have with sixteen and seventeen-year-olds?" I scoffed at the twisted irony of his words. "Lucas, selling drugs in high school? You're making this up."

"Do you really want to do that?" Ah, right. I remembered now. Dante wasn't just some guy. He was a mafia boss, and he wanted to funnel all his illegal money into one bank. Buying Sterling would make it look clean and legit. I sighed. "Yes," I said firmly. "I'm selling it to him. Can you set up a meeting? We all need to sign the contract with him." That was it. The decision was made. When I got to the company, everyone was already there. Caspian was there with his parents.

Of course, his sons, led by the new Mafia Boss, Piers Delano, had been spearheading the search. And now, the Don had killed the man who had been the one to ‘buy’ Proserpina at the auction on the dark web. But before that, the Don’s Woman, disheartened and depressed, had slit her wrists. Jamie was still talking, “Mumma’s at the hospital, Ethan, but Pappa is with her.” Ehtan smiled. Jamei was such an adorable child. She believed that now, since her father, the powerful Don, had killed El Toro and was beside his wife in the hospital, the world was fine again.

I was now his and his mafia's property. Selling you would be simple, but I'm curious as to what makes you unique. My father surreptitiously received millions from the mafia, and he put those funds on a project he named the Jade Scythe. I made an effort not to retaliate at that point. "Is that you, then? Why would he spend millions of dollars on you? Where have you been for the last four years, and why are you back? It took me a while to realize that.

Emma's shoulders tensed, her face pale. "Nine million," I smiled relaxing into my chair as my gaze locked onto Marco. The room erupted into chaos and Marco's face turned beet-red, his eyes bulging. The emcee's voice trembled. "Nine million dollars, do we have ten?" The room hung in suspense. Marco stormed out of the room, his eyes flashing with anger. "Sold to Leonardo Rossi for nine million dollars," the emcee announced. I approached the stage, my movements deliberate. Her shoulders tensed beneath my touch as I led her off the stage, and the emcee handed me a file. I pocketed it, my grip on Emma's arm tightening.

"That depends on what else she's willing to tell me. Starting with exactly what Halloway knows, and exactly what he's planning for the pier." Marta wiped at her face, some of the fear giving way to a kind of exhausted resolve. "He wants Ivy delivered there himself. Whole and unharmed, is what he told the man I dealt with. He's not looking to kill her, not yet. He wants her as leverage first, the same way your father's debt made her leverage before." "Leverage for what," Ivy asked, her voice smaller than she wanted it to be. "You, mostly." Marta's eyes moved to Adrian. "Halloway's spent two years trying to take territory from you without going to open war. Taking her gives him something to tr

The hell? She was mine. I had bought her. I had no business with her guardians or anyone claiming rights. “Next time, kill those pigeons and send them back to her.” I dismissed David and grabbed my phone, pulling on my trench coat as I made for the front office. Just as I stepped on the gas pedal, a message dropped. I opened it and smirked. “Perfect,” I whispered. Today was the day. I had a flawless plan for torture—slow, agonizing death. The kind you’d beg to come faster, the kind you’d kneel to escape from. The nightmare no mafia man could laugh off.