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Gianluca Martelli, an Italian Mafia lord based in New York could be seen making his way out of his company and into the car that was waiting for him. He was a handsome man with deep blue eyes that reminded one of the deep blue seas. He was built like a demigod, with height-6'5. He had a chiseled jawline too. His eyebrows were neatly carved. His light skin which was almost pale did well in complimenting his deep blue eyes.

I said contentiously, staring at my father's grave. That was what he is! "Your selfish brother sold me off!, I know right? you wouldn't believe it," I said like I was actually conversing with someone. "But it's true Papa, he sold me. Twice!" I laid emphasis on the last word. I continued "He sold me off to a Heartless mob boss, an Italian Mafia Boss, who takes me as nothing but a soon- to-be Puttana, which I was about to be by tomorrow but thankfully I got out of his hell hole"

She's been deflowered in the gruesome way possible, torture and maltreated beyond anything hunan like but she was strong but now. She's been sold,after getting so close to repaying the debt her father owes; she's been sold to Lewis Flyheart. He's a drug lord, a mafia,a ruthless kîller. Is she gonna survive!? "Lanie,I can and just did. Indeed you have a sweet cûnt,the most requested sèx worker in this brøthel but Lanie. I need cash quick so yes. I sold you, wishing you a happy life of unlimited prostîtution "Brandon waved with a smrik plastered on his face

I did not expect to come back from my below-minimum-wage job, tired and hungry only for this always half-drunk woman to tell me that I was…she was… “Jesus..” “Don't call him into this, he blessed this decision.” “Why would you do this?” My eyes were getting itchy at this point. She just straight-up told me she was selling me off to pay her debt. Not just that, she was selling me off into a mafia. What mafia? How did she get affiliated with the mafia? “It's going to favor you if you look at it the right way,” she said, walking over to me, her beads and old jewelry jingling as she came closer, “Imagine turning out to be the mafia lord’s favorite girl. Think of all the good stuff you'll get.”

I was now his and his mafia's property. Selling you would be simple, but I'm curious as to what makes you unique. My father surreptitiously received millions from the mafia, and he put those funds on a project he named the Jade Scythe. I made an effort not to retaliate at that point. "Is that you, then? Why would he spend millions of dollars on you? Where have you been for the last four years, and why are you back? It took me a while to realize that.

I opened the drawer and took out the drive. The supply line came up branching and branching, money and product and names, all of it feeding toward one box at the top. One man who’d sat above Salvatore the whole time, selling him women and selling him reasons. The same man who’d put Eleanor on an auction block to start with, pocketed the cash, and gone home to sleep easy. Mr. Paulo was still breathing. And thanks to the drive in my hand, I finally knew exactly where to find him.

"You don't want my answers, bella. Once you have them, you'll never sleep again... or I might have to actually kill you." It's a warning wrapped in velvet with a nice shiny bow on top, but I don't flinch. Not this time. I swallow nervously but I meet him head-on and ask the question anyway. "Is this the mafia?" I hate how my voice shakes and how he stares blankly up at me like he's surprised I had the guts to say it out loud. Like maybe he was hoping I'd stay in the dark a little longer. He doesn't blink. He doesn't look away. He holds my gaze. "Yes."

Louis, feeling depressed about his friend's situation, kept his bottle in the car where he was sitting and taking out some money from his pocket her said, " Take this money, this is what I can give to you now, go and buy your mother's drugs". He spoke out extending his right hand to his friend and with a look of shame, Marco declined taking cash as he mumbled softly telling Louis that, he had accepted for him to come and work in his garage to get his little payments but he does not bring into the world a strong man by giving him money by aiming to solve his problems for him.

’ I screamed deep down without wanting to draw rapid conclusions. When I got to the seventeenth message, I discovered that it was Gladimir. In the chat, in one of the texts she addressed him as Gladimir but she saved his name as an errand boy. To my greatest surprise, even Gladimir chatted about drugs with her. My curiosity increased and I decided to read their old conversation I found a lot about Gladimir and his business. ‘Damn, I was a hostage of a Mafia Lord, -- a criminal!’

"He sleeps with other women at will, and I don't know what it is he uses on them because even when he treats them shabbily, they always come back for more. Is that the type of man you want by your side? He also sells hardcore drugs, and. . . and, he's a mafia lord, one that owns the whole of the Eastern section of Los Angeles. I gotta tell you - if a pin drops, I probably will hear it. Actually, I guarantee I'll hear it. Hazel eyes had gone deathly quiet. If I had seen her eyes, I know she would have that glint in her eyes, the one she normally has when she's angry.