Sold To The Mafia Lord นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I presume you want to have a little fun with her before we sell her to the highest bidder? Francesco licked his lips and rubbed his groin, ‘"Certo padre, lei imparerà cosa vuol dire essere posseduti dalla mafia italiana e quando le avrò insegnato ad obbedire trovare un acquirente per lei sarà facile, è una vera bellezza.’ [Of course Father, she will learn what it is like to be possessed by the Italian Mafia and when I have taught her to obey finding a buyer for her will be easy, she is a real beauty]

Unbothered, Mort answered as Narco frowned at him. "Is it okay for you to pass on that big burden to Mischa? While you enjoy your life?" Narco asked with a head slightly tilted to the side making Klauss burst into a small chuckle. "She accepted it without having a second thought. Mischa is aware of what danger the deed of sale will bring to her, yet she happily accepted it. She knows all the grim reapers of Death followed those deeds, yet she still wants it. She is in the Underground. What else will make a Mafia Lord happy besides those treasures?" Jaw greatly dropped in disbelief, Narco and Klauss look at Mort, surprised at what he said. With his absolute unchanging expression, they could p

I came to Miami, and instead of looking for arm dealers, I developed my own arm dealers band. A powerful Mafia lord was looking for a dealer to equip his new main. It was a huge deal, and Maverick was the first person he reached out to. On the day he was supposed to meet the Mafia lord, I sent some men to kidnap him and locked him up, then my representative was sent to meet the Mafia leader. The man was impressed by the high-quality weapons and didn't even care about Maverick anymore or what happened to him. That was the cruelty of the underground world. Everything is only for the sake of benefits.

Then just like he grabbed me, he pushed me back like I was a disease. I finally breathed out. That meant it was a no for me. He started to move, then stopped abruptly. “I choose her,” he said in a chill tone, and left. Who? It couldn't possibly be me. He recoiled when he touched me. But the faces suddenly turned toward me in pity, and that was confirmation. It was me. I just got sold to Rai Mikailov. Mafia leader of the Podolskaya gang. Hands pulled me as the seller uncuffed me, removing my tag. “You have a hard life ahead of you, little rat,” he spat, his breath reeking.

I asked fearing the answer. "Go somewhere." He replied. "W-where?" I stuttered letting out a sob. " Your new new home, to your new master." He paused as if waiting for a response from me. I was still dazed. New master? New home? I was still very shocked by his words. "Who? Where?" Was all I voiced. All you need to know is that you've been bought by the mafia." He said and I felt a light sting on my neck as something sharp pressed into me, in a matter of seconds I felt my eyes blurred with everywhere spiralling then I fell and that was the last thing I remembered.

The man took out his briefcase, quickly checking over the notes he had in there. “I’ll buy her for eight million,” he offered. “And please tell the bitch to stop crying.” He rolled his eyes. “Bring that up to ten million, and we have a deal,” I grinned, letting my hand out for him to shake. He nodded in agreement, and shook my hand. I’d sold ten children today. I knew that my partner in the mafia, Damon, had told me he was against human trafficking, but I didn’t give a fuck. I was a heartless prick. I’d do anything for money.

"....... Owning powers over his family's companies and numerous power plants wasn't enough. He wanted more and everything he could lay his hands on. He's rumored to be known as the second coming of the devil himself because of his cruel ways of dealing with people below him...... " " Ah, Maddy? " I called, hoping to catch her attention this time. The last thing I wanted was actually spending the rest of my two hours of shift listening to her lame mafia story. Maddy's eyes crosses mine, a sheepish grin crossing her lips this time before she slowly shifted on the bar stool she sat on across the bar table from me. " You know I'm not buying your mafia story anymore , Maddy, especially not tonigh

I ignored it. I checked my wristwatch and realized I’d stayed too long, lingering in thoughts I had no business entertaining. Stepping out of the car, I tossed the cigarette aside and slid my hands into my pockets, walking straight toward the club. Music slammed into me the moment I entered loud, I made my way into the VIP section. Vicente Montoya sat at the center, relaxed, surrounded by indulgence like a man who owned the room . The leader of the Spanish mafia. He approached me with an offer. He was also the reason I’d agreed to the honeymoon charade.

he pleaded, shivering and still bleeding. The poor man had a family to feed, a wife and two children who were on vacation in Europe. He regretted ever turning down Logan's offer. "Too bad, I don't want your deal anymore you see, I want the whole company" Logan said, smirking. He had a way of getting whatever he wanted. He was the biggest mafia in the world.. they often referred to him as the alpha.. because he was so powerful. "Damon!" He called. Damon appeared from the front door holding some documents. He handed it to Logan.

"Birds of the same feather flocked together. That man has secrets. I will dig deeper and give the information to the club." The two men were almost done with desserts. They were talking in low tones but the audio on Beau's one-of-a-kind computer could pick out their words. They were referring to women as horses. "Asshole!" Dinara muttered. The former mafia leader needed money from the earl and as payment, he was selling one of his women. "I'm going to drain that motherfucker's bank account." The tzarina vowed. They shook hands on their deal then parted ways. Outside the restaurant, on cue, Otis and Baldy approached Jaime.