Sold To The Mafia Lord Novels & Stories

she tutted. “Anyway. You weren't giving me the information I wanted, so I suggested the therapist thing. It wasn't at all difficult to rent a space, place a few members of the mafia here and there, upload some backdated pictures to the internet because I knew your sweet husband would check us out and bingo, sold. It was during the therapy I realized you actually didn't know anything about the mafia,” she laughed hard, throwing her head back.

I told her as I walked into my office to receive the call from one of the biggest Mafia Lords in Russia. “Alexander. I need a girl from you.” He mentioned it in a greeting. “Sure, no problem. Should I send pictures? So you'd pick the one that suits your fancy,” I replied to him. “Sure. That would work. I expect your reply.” He answered and hung up. Ever so formal. I quickly sent the images of the girls that were ready to be sold out. That is, the ones I was already done having sex with. They never leave my cage undefiled.

“Your empire. Denounce it and come work for me. I’ll make you my commander general. There can only be one mafia lord, and it will be me. No competition. Or I kill your sister.” “You must be joking,” I spat. “Say something else, or I pull the trigger.” “Luciano, please save me,” Isabella begged through the gag, tears streaming down her face. “He’s going to kill me!” “Shut up,” I snapped at her, though my heart twisted. “Let me think.” Santiago’s grin widened. “Option two: sign over sixty percent of everything you make from your drug sales. Simple.” “No. You must be out of your fucking mind, Santiago.”

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."

my stepmother whispered. My feet rooted to the floor. “Do you want us to die? I’m pregnant, for God’s sake. Think about the baby. All you have to do is give her to him.” My chest squeezed tight. A long silence followed before my father spoke, his voice rough. “He’s a killer. No matter what you say, I can’t sell my daughter to a mafia boss who murders people for fun.” My stomach dropped. Mafia? “No, no, don’t call it that,” my stepmother said quickly. “You’re not selling her. You’re just… letting him have her for a little while.”

Like property? The word echoed in my skull. I'd be nothing. How did I get here? “No... no, please,” I whispered, panic rising like bile. “You can't... I'm not a thing to sell!” Cristian grinned, wiping his hands on a rag stained with ink and blood. “Oh, but you are now, boy. And you're lucky—snagged you a spot at one of the best auctions. High-end stuff, for the baddest mafia out there. They got a real thing for virgin boys like you, fresh meat, untouched except for my cock and this little tattoo. You'll fetch a fortune. Some rich prick will bend you over his desk, fuck you senseless, and thank me for the branding.”

“ Are you kidding me? I asked. “ Why would I? He said while he stopped chopping and look into my eyes. “ I know I can never be that special woman to someone like you “ I said. “ What makes you think that way? He asked. “ Because you bought me to be your sex slave and I know the only thing pulling you back from turning me to your toy is your injured hand” I said. He step out of the kitchen and comes to me at the counter. He pulled me closer to him. “ Is that what you believe? He asked. “Isn’t that what most of the mafia do? I asked.

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.

I tap my fingers on the door, analyzing the people walking calmly without being aware of what lurks beside them, I check the time once again in a countdown to receive information about the mansion's fire. Jackson assured that the two would take time to return with their soldiers because they were too busy trying to find the stolen cargo and contacting the supplier to ask for new girls. The idiots don't even sell them to another mafia, they just throw the women in whorehouses in Sicily holding auctions for perverts like them and using the kids as freebies for the best customers. sick sick fuckers

Seraphina moved closer, her hand warm against Jasmine’s cold fingers. “There’s a way you can get the money,” she said, her voice laced with careful confidence. Jasmine’s gaze snapped to her, narrowing. At this moment, she was desperate. Any help would suffice. “In one of the richest towns in Sicily, the mafia holds secret auctions,” Seraphina continued. “They bid millions of euros for a woman to warm their bed for a duration of their choosing. The deals are contract-based, strictly business, and meant for those who…” She hesitated. “…need the money.”