Sold To The Possessive Mafia Boss の小説・ストーリー

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 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. "

This was between Jeremy and me. " I do not give the flying fu*k about how much you took, but I care about who you sold it to. We do not sell to children," my voice was more like a growl. I have been a mafia boss for a couple of years already, and everyone knew what I was capable of. I have heard some call me ruthless, but I couldn't care less. I even like it. That kept them on their toes around me. " I would never sell it to children. They were teenagers, " Jeremy replied as if that could change anything in my opinion.

My legs gave out, and I stumbled, being dragged by the man toward the black car I had seen from my window. There was no escaping when the mafia boss called for you. Diane hadn’t just sold me; she had sold me to the most dangerous man in all of London. The red-eyed crow.

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.”

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.

"This quality makes you my top sale, I will sell you to the richest person" She trembles at his cold lips on her shoulder. There was no other way she saw fit in crying, her heart was dying out. " Why not sell her to the highest bidder, boss? " Someone said from behind. " The upcoming auction will be a perfect time, considering all the Mafia Lord will be present not leaving out Don Cannon, the Lord of the 'Dark Hell Underworld' " he further explains. " That sounds nice, I will make lots of money than I thought " The boss's lips widen in a mischievous smile. " You are smart!"

She had been deceived by Amelia. This was certainly the bazaar, one of the most notorious places to be at. It was known to be a perfect spot for mafia deals to be made and sealed. Auctions shows were conducted brazenly, slaves were hauled by their owners to different states and an underground club flourished there. Serena knew it meant only one thing. She would be getting sold off to some vile mafia representative or business man today. Her eyes roamed the mass of people seated majestically below the podium where she stood, and they finally settled on the auctioneer, a round bald man who had a jolly expression on his face.

Mr Luka folds his hands in front of him as if he would love more than anything to get this over with. “I am selling my daughter to Mr. Allessandro Vanellin.”

“They said they would sell Betsy if I didn’t pay.” I frown and slide my hands into my pockets, balling them into fists. The fury burns in my chest, bubbling like lava. “Who are ‘they’?” I ask. “Some mafia guys.” “What family?” “I- I always thought he was one of yours.” “Name?” If one of my guys had gotten involved in the trafficking business behind my back, he will meet a swift and deserved end. “Anthony Rossi.” One of Sforza’s enforcers. They make the bulk of their money from loan sharking and human trafficking.