Novel & Cerita Sold To The Mafia Lord

One of them walked towards her on the bed, his gun pointed at her, but his voice was surprisingly calm. "I don't want to hurt you," he said. "I just want to know where you kept the money you stole from our queen." Melody's mind raced. How did they find her here? She had been hiding for months. But then she remembered their queen was a mafia boss and a billionaire. She took a deep breath and decided to come clean. "I used up the money," she said. "I'll try to find a job and pay the debt." The masked gunmen laughed, and Melody felt a chill run down her spine.

The first thing I noticed her innocence. These auctions were for prostitutes and low-life's who had been picked off the streets. This girl was so goddamn different. When they said she was a virgin, and so fucking young I don't know why the fuck my interest peaked. And I had spent a million of the mafia's..my mafia's money on her. I hope she was fucking worth it. She was taking too fucking long. “I hate waiting for people to miss Johnson!” I said to her as we left her room.

He had heard in the underworld how they had rescue their husband from the prison in Gambia with just the help of Malcom. He wants smart woman like that. Thanks to Diane , Chantel , Sofia and Malcom that was the reason he had escaped today and become a drug lord. In the Mafia underworld after Malcom in Africa, he comes second. He wants to overtake Malcom by owning even Malcom's drug farm and he knows the only way he could get to penetrate to getting into Malcom world is through this two women although the and Malcom as always been enemies during the time Malcom worked for Marc because he knows Malcom and Marc's men commander are the strongest from Marc's team in the underworld and today they

He knew there was a deep meaning in what he said and he wanted nothing more than to find out what really was in those words. "For as long as I can remember, Michael has been a thorn in my flesh. He tortured me and dealt with me for years both physically and mentally and you think I am going to allow him to die the easy way? Just like that?" Connor snapped. Bruno took a step back as if only just realizing who he was talking to. He had underestimated this man sitting before him. He had forgotten that the man sitting before him was a deadly man, a billionaire and a mafia lord who controlled thousands of men and thousands of properties and he knew not to talk to him anyhow he liked because he co

Marcelo was truly and well involved in child trafficking. Each document bore the weighty signatures of sellers and buyers, a macabre pact that sealed the fate of their young souls. Georgina's heart constricted as she absorbed the chilling truth—they were victims of a heartless trade, their freedom bought and sold like commodities. The title of the document blazed before her eyes, searing into her consciousness: "Transfer of Ownership." The enormity of Marcelo's involvement in this depravity was laid bare. Georgina's mind whirled with a mixture of disbelief and revulsion.

he confessed. Emma cried even harder after hearing his words. "But you cannot keep me either" she whispered, her voice hoarse from all the crying. Luca tightened his arms around her further. "I will not lie to you kitten. I don't want you to have false hope. I will agree. If your father really sold you, then he must have signed a document, giving away all the rights on you to your buyer. In the mafia world, that's the only rule we follow. No one can break it. If the document is signed, then legally you now belong to the one who bought you. If I refuse to send you now, they will declare a war on me. You know as well as I do, about how would end. But I promise you kitten, you not going anywher

He was a ghost story, a nightmare that made hardened criminals check their locks twice. "Sir, we need to verify—" the auctioneer started. The masked man raised his hand. On his ring finger was a thick gold band with a black stone. The auctioneer went pale. "Of course, sir. No verification needed." "Wait," Serena found her voice. "Wait, you can't just—" "Any other bids?" The auctioneer's voice cracked. Silence. The few remaining bidders were already heading for the exit. "Marcus," Serena turned to her husband. "Marcus, stop this. I'm your wife!"

Chapter 1: Interest in Flesh Trope: Mafia / Debt / Captive Heat Level: [NOIR] The basement smelled like damp concrete and expensive cigars. Sofia sat on a wooden chair, her hands tied behind her back. She looked up as the heavy metal door groaned open. Marco stepped in. He wasn't wearing a suit today…just a black undershirt that showed off the tattoos climbing up his neck. He was the man her father owed five million dollars to. And since her father didn't have the cash, he had offered Sofia instead.

Elara’s POV The leather seat felt too soft for someone like me. I sat stiffly between two stone-faced men, my hair still wet and sticking to my skin. I couldn't breathe well. Not even a coat was given to me to make me feel warm. I sat straight up, my mind running back to him. Dante Caruso. The man who bid one million for me without blinking. I knew who Dante Caruso was. Everyone in the city did. He didn’t need an introduction. He was a feared mafia Lord in Italy. But I'd never seen him before.

Looking highly pleased with the smooth operation, the commander gestures toward his subordinates. "Pass the leather case with the five million credits to my vanguard soldier. The exact microsecond the currency is verified, your precious baby boy will be returned straight to your boundary." The second the words leave his mouth, Helena hastens to shove the heavy suitcase into the palms of a tall, slender hitman dressed in dark tactical gear. The slender soldier snaps the latches open to count the stacks of black-market credits with lightning speed, then slams the iron lid shut. He gives a short, sharp nod to his boss and disappears into the dark warehouse structures with the wealth. Content wi