Sold To The Possessive Mafia Boss Novels & Stories

“Me. I take over the Adriatic routes next year. Drugs, guns, girls, whatever moves at night. In exchange, they leave you alone forever. Mark’s slate is clean. We disappear under their protection.” I stared at him. “You sold yourself to the mafia to keep me?” “No.” His voice was steel. “I bought you with the only currency they respect. And I’d do it a thousand times.” I crawled into his lap, straddled him, cupped his face. “Then we do it together.” He blinked. “Jessy—”

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.”

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

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.”

“One hundred million.” The audience turned to watch them like it was a battlefield, tension thick in the air. The two mafia leaders stared at each other, their rivalry evident in their sharp gazes. Zayden raised an eyebrow, as if contemplating his next move. Then, to everyone’s surprise, he simply smirked and set his paddle down. “I’m out,” he said lazily. Mia’s breath hitched. “What?” she muttered under her breath, completely thrown off. The auctioneer hesitated, then declared, “Sold! To Miss Mia for one hundred million dollars!”

Emma's shoulders tensed, her face pale. "Nine million," I smiled relaxing into my chair as my gaze locked onto Marco. The room erupted into chaos and Marco's face turned beet-red, his eyes bulging. The emcee's voice trembled. "Nine million dollars, do we have ten?" The room hung in suspense. Marco stormed out of the room, his eyes flashing with anger. "Sold to Leonardo Rossi for nine million dollars," the emcee announced. I approached the stage, my movements deliberate. Her shoulders tensed beneath my touch as I led her off the stage, and the emcee handed me a file. I pocketed it, my grip on Emma's arm tightening.

“I am not God Mack, you know the rules, you were warned.“ He picked two bare wires and brought them together causing an electric shock. “What is the second rule of the mafia society?“ He asked Mack whose eyes didn't leave the wires he was holding. “Never involve children in the act,” he muttered still staring at his hands. “And what did you do?“ Alex raised his brows. “I made children sell drugs.“ He muttered. “Good and now it is time you pay for your crimes,” he placed the bare wires on Mack's legs sending waves of electric shock through his body. The man yelled, he couldn't take his legs away because he was bounded. “Boss have mercy,” he yelled. Alex laughed, he has missed this, the cry fo

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 didn't know that all the time I was thinking that I was going away from him, I was just dancing to his tune in his sadistic game. "But it is! He works for me and he did it to gain the promotion, which I will surely give him" He told me, "Don't forget that I purchased you when all the mafia gang leaders were right there. Everyone knows you are now my property. They will not try to mess with me unless and until they don't want to end themselves." The side of his lips twitched into a sinister smirk. He pulled his gun back and I coughed, trying to inhale as much oxygen as possible through my open mouth. The metallic tang lingered on my tongue and I wanted to wash my mouth.

He didn't care that his men were present with him. 'What? This formidable mafia boss of his was crying?'