Sold To The Mafia Don Novels & Stories

Almost every day, some dangerous man shows up at our door, demanding what John owes. Now, John’s brilliant idea is to parade me in front of the rich men in the mafia, hoping they’ll take a liking to me so he can pawn me off, maybe even score more work because of it. As if that would make them forget he’s a gambler and a screw-up. Nobody wants to do business with a gambler, let alone one who uses the product he’s supposed to sell. In the mafia, there’s one unbreakable rule: you don’t touch the merchandise. But John? He used, and gambled away their money.

“Of course you don’t. The people you sell are just products to you, not living beings with names, lives, families, futures. Who was she sold to?” “To the famiglia. Some Italians showed up here and demanded to buy before the auction, apparently, they were to travel in an hour and needed entertainment for the trip. The minute they saw her, she was picked, and she was examined. Turned out to be a virgin, I made them pay triple the usual price she would have been sold for because of the urgency and the fact that she was liked by them, they paid without even blinking. If you’re looking for her, she’s probably been shared multiple times by them and her body dumped somewhere to rot… AARGH!” He yell

Marcus chuckled. We were mafia princes. In college, no one dared to raise their lashes to us. "What did Aunt say?" Aunt Rubina, my father's sister, runs an NGO to shelter girls so they don't get trapped in this line. My mother, Juliet, and father, Roberto are helping her. My father has asked Donovan, Ivan's father many times to leave this. He couldn't get full success as Donovan wanted to continue and didn't want to let the legacy of his family die. Ricardo, Marcus' father, is helping him to improve it. It was a legal auction, but we're still against it. I know Marcus would abandon it the moment his father left everything to him. We have information that a woman called Gena is running an auc

she threatened stiffening the smirk on his lips but he soon replaced it with a spasmodic laugh. “Alright. Received” the man muttered seeing the incoming alert wrinkled his cheeks while his smile turned his eyes crescent. “Now spill” came Veronica’s voice which halted his jubilee. “Nicklaus Harrington met the girl at an Auction ring. Boutam Auction to be precise. It wasn’t easy to get the tape of her on stage but of course nothing’s impossible for me and my boys. Like I said earlier, the tape is contained in the flash. If you want, we can release it to the public, it’ll be a huge sensation indeed. The man revealed while Veronica’s eyes twinkled with devious intent.

CHAPTERCHAPTER 140 : ( In the middle of nowhere. ) Jackson walked into the room and bowed before the Mafia Don. "Tell me." "Everything's ready as you instructed." He reported. The Mafia Don relaxed into his chair and puffed out smoke from the cigarette in his slender fingers, one which ladies oh-so-frequently swooned at. "Your pawns are in position and are ready to strike. But I don't get one thing, Don.'' Jackson pointed out with a bit of hesitation.

“I’m sorry, what?” “The Don. The head of the Virtus family. We call him Don.” I closed my eyes and counted to ten, then opened them and smiled politely. “So you’re saying that Don gave orders to throw away my things?” “We do as the rules say, Madam,” she replied with the same smile. And the old anger was renewed. Oh, that mafia is going to get shit from me for discarding my clothes, my beauty products, my shoes, and, most importantly, my family photo album.

He gives in, panting. "The mafia don's behind the death of The Kingstons." He informs. The woman rolled her eyes, expecting something more valuable than the Kingstons, whoever they were. Dominic Bianchi, the Sicilian Don, was known to end lives. The woman was aware that it was the Don's favorite past-time. His hands were stained by the blood of those he had killed. Though it's not like Bella's hands were clean.

Organized. Dangerous. Not soldiers. Not mercenaries. Mafia. Real mafia. Marco stared. "Oh, that's somehow worse." A tall man emerged from the center vehicle. Silver hair. Perfect suit. Confident smile. Salvatore Moretti immediately went pale. Completely pale. Aruna noticed instantly. "What?" The old man's voice barely worked. "No..." The newcomer smiled. A smile filled with arrogance. Authority. Power. Then he looked directly at Salvatore. "Hello, brother."

“You gambled away your inheritance and used me as collateral?! What the fuck is your problem, Kevin?!” “Look, you can argue all you want, alright? But what is done is done. I sold you off to Marcel Dante. He’s coming tonight.” Marcel Dante. The name hit me like a ton of bricks. Everyone in New York knew that name. Marcel was a ruthless Mafia Don. He owned a chain of underground businesses— illegal ones of course. Everyone feared him including me. How did Kevin get involved with him? “Listen… you have to do this or they are going to kill me.” He said, and for a moment, it seemed like he was begging— pleading for his life.

“Thank you. I appreciate that.” “During the auction, I met Terzo there. He was also looking for a missing woman, which led him to that place. He found her there and bought her freedom. When I told him who you were, our interests aligned. That’s why I asked for his help when I tried to dig into the people you sketched.” “So what does Terzo do?” “He’s a mafia don.” “A mafia don? Like a real mafia, as in Italian mafia? He’s Italian, right?” I stared at him, rendered mute by terror. My face was probably chalk white.