Sold To The Mafia Lord Novels & Stories

“This wasn’t part of it…” He crouched beside her, his face inches from hers, his lips curled into a wicked smirk. “Oh, it was exactly part of it. You just didn’t read it…..poor little naive Seraphina,” he said mockingly. “This was my game from the beginning; my setup….my rules.” He stood tall and proud. “I’m Vincenzo De Luca, the Mafia Lord of Manhattan; I don’t lose, I don’t beg. Let me bust your bubble…. I take whatever I want…. And in my games I always win.”

“I'll pay off my father's debt. I-I'll work… as much as I have too just please, let me go” He suddenly dropped the ice pack on the bed next to me as he grabbed my face between his thumb and index finger. “I don't think you understand the situation you're in… Olivia. You've been sold to a ruthless mafia King and you really think begging will change anything?” I felt a tear betray me as it ran down my cheek. “You are mine now, to use as I please.” He brought his head to the crook of my neck, getting a good whiff of me.

His face was pale, drained, his shoulders sagging under invisible weight. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, voice hollow. “It’s the only way.” The only way? I stared at him, heart splitting open, realization dawning like a blade through my chest. He’d given me away. To save himself. To save whatever pathetic scraps of dignity he had left. He’d sold me… to the Mafia Lord. Dante’s lips curved into a cruel smile, eyes never leaving me as he stepped forward. The air shifted with every stride, until he was standing at the foot of the stairs, looking up at me like a predator admiring prey caught in his trap.

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 asked, sliding the photo back to Alessio. "Yes Capo" he nodded. A dangerous smirk played on my face, "And that was the day we had received drugs worth twenty million dollars. Isn't it shocking? It can't be a coincidence honestly" "We have a rat. A snitch over there" Luca grimaced, the realisation dawning on everyone. "Yes. He or she sells us out to our enemies. I need every soldier who was on duty that night sent back to America" "Why? Don't get me wrong Capo but I mean Leonardo can definitely interrogate them all in Russia and have them killed" Thomas suggested.

“What do you want from me?” “You’re aware of your father’s…profession?” Mia sighed deeply. “I know he’s the Avtoritet under the Pakhan of the Varnakov bratva, which makes him about number-three in their hierarchy, but I don’t know specifics. If you’ve brought me here to gain some kind of advantage, or obtain information, you’re out of luck. I want nothing to do with him or the russkaya mafiya.” “Hmm.” Shane gestured to a wet bar. “Drink?”

The man was tied to a chair, fear evident in his eyes as he saw the notorious crime lord and his henchmen enter the room, and he was also sweating profusely. Alessandro approached him with an air of authority, his face devoid of emotion. "Tell me everything you know," he demanded in a low, intimidating voice. "Who gave us out to Don Diablo!" The man's lips trembled, but he remained defiant. "I ain't tellin' you nothin', you mafia scum!" He spat. Alessandro's eyes narrowed, and he signaled to Giovanni, who brought out a medium-sized silver case from the safe that was imbedded in the left wall of the basement.

I shifted back and looked up to see whoever it was that I bumped into. He was tall and muscular, he also had some beards on his face, he looked like the same man from the mafia ball that Luciano hated a lot, that's him! I concluded to myself. “Wow, who do we have here?” he exclaimed “The woman of the great Don Luciano! What are you doing?” he asked. “Hello, good afternoon to you too,” I said sarcastically. “I'm here to do what everyone else here is doing, picking up a product and giving money in exchange”. I said to him,

*Fresh unripe sex slave available for first customer to pay $20,000* He dropped it there with his account details. His account beeps almost immediately with $25,000 and immediately,he then posted *sold*. "Too bad I can fuck you"Hardin said looking at his bulging joy stick in between his legs. "Make sure to get ready in the next two hours they will took you to his Mansion don't worry scorpion is very good at fucking that I'm afraid you will pass out,he is a Mafia Drug Lord" He said and clean his face leaving her in the gym. "I can't bloodly fuck early in the morning when I'm supposed to get to work but what is this?" Hardin said, looking at his dick through his trousers and walking to his ro

he said trying to hide the tense in his tone. "Yeah I didn't expect too that I will call you." "Is there something that you want from me?" he directly asked. Basil doesn't want to take the call too long. He's not comfortable knowing he is talking the Mafia Boss ahead of him. Iioan cleared his throat. "I heard you're selling Narcotics." "Yes Mr. Monaco." "I heard a lot of things about you and I guess you're not one of the preceding that fools me." he said. "I want to negotiate Basil Zafeiriou. Ten million in dollars for a five boxes of your Narcotics."