Novel & Cerita Sold To The Mafia Lord

He feels so much pain. He wants to punch; he wants to pour out his anger. That's why when he got back inside the restaurant, he immediately ordered a lot of alcohol. Without paying attention to Gianna. She doesn't seem to understand why Nicolas is behaving in this way... She thought that he was having a relationship with the woman who worked at her restaurant. She stayed with him until he was completely drunk.

~TIANA (POV)~ “Fifty thousand going once, going twice, sold!” The auctioneer’s voice rang out, reaching the back of the stage where I was. Dragging myself up to my knees, my fingers curled around the old rusty iron bars of my own personal cage, my gaze trained on the small crack in the curtains separating the part where I was and the part where the bidding was going on. I saw as the newly sold merchandise, a young crippled boy, was carried off the stage, and then the next item was dragged up there, another set of damaged goods just like the rest of us here.

His form eclipsed my dad’s as he stepped forward. “Your dad was foolish enough to gamble all his money away. He desperately auctioned you to bounce back. Standing before you is Lorenzo De Luca, the Black Rose of the Sicilian Mafia. Your new owner,” he explained, his face devoid of emotion. Auction? Mafia? Owner? “Owner? What is that supposed to mean?” “I bought you. Now I own you,” he proclaimed. There was definitely a problem, but it couldn’t be this horrible nonsense I just heard. Of course, he’s just messing with me.

But that didn't mean things had indeed taken a turn for the better. "Hand this beauty your gun," the bald fellow instructed the other guy. "Why?" The latter asked with crinkled brows. "She's here to play a game. Plus, you have to drop any ideas of popping her cherry." "Oh, she's someone's morsel?" The rotund guy asked with a tone of amusement. "Yeah, the mafia lord's,"

Satisfied. “Oh,” he murmured. “You didn’t know.” I felt sick instantly. “You thought your life falling apart was coincidence?” he asked softly. “Bad luck? Debt?” My pulse started hammering. “Ruciano…” My voice shook. “He sold me to Carlino’s men because of money—” “Because I told him to.” The words destroyed whatever breath I had left. Silence rang inside my ears. Malder walked toward me calmly, like he wasn’t confessing to further ruin my life, burning the remaining pieces I've got left.

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.

I quickly held her hands on the table " my parents lied to you, they lied to everyone. I never left to Canada. They...they sold me off. " " Sold you? What do you mean?" " Remember Logan DeAngelo? The Mafia man you were so obsessed over and would talk about everytime? " She nods " well that night, it had been his car you saw parked out in my lawn. Apparently, my parents owed him some huge about of money that they were about to pay with their lives. But as soon as I walked through that door, my parents sold me out to him to spare their lives and he look me away. "

"Listen, one word of advice from me? Accept your new life, the quickest ones usually survive longest. Sign here." Survival? Am I entering a war zone? A cursory glance at the papers shows me that I'm agreeing to enter into this contract to be auctioned on that stage, sold to the highest bidder after which I will belong to the buyer explicitly. It is modern day slavery. The contract goes on to say that any proceeds made from me belong solely to Rafe Lennox, the auction organizer and owner of this gambling den. In exchange, all of my mother's debts will be forgiven and we can keep our house. Rafe Lennox. I now have a name to focus my hatred on and I promise myself that I will pay him back for t

Luca picked up his own drink matching the menancing look of his boss. “Tomorrow works best.” Hugo stood up, straightening his jacket and tied up his hair into a bun. His inked black knuckles were imprinted with the number of people he murdered since he was 16. 16 years of being the head of the Mafia and no one could ever beat him, not if they wanted to live anyway.

She didn’t belong anywhere. Her stepfather had signed the papers that morning. A contract, her life in exchange for wiping clean the blood debt he owed. She hadn’t seen Lucien Moretti yet, the man who now owned her. Only heard his name whispered in fear on the streets. The Ice King. The Mafia Lord. The man who killed with a smile. He didn’t want her as a wife. Or a lover. He wanted to own her. A maid. A servant. A breathing reminder of her stepfather’s shame.