Romans & histoires Sold To The Possessive Mafia Boss

I ask but she remained silent “does she also have to work for them too, sharing her body into bits just to pay off the loan” “I have a better preposition for you” I took another sip of whiskey “the proposition is, I get married to your daughter while I clear the debt of everyone your family owes but she has to agree to it because I will not force her hand in marriage” Mrs Scardoni smiled widely after hearing the preposition, I know it is not what she expected but at least it is better than the deal she brought to me “my daughter will not have a reason to say no to you” she replied.

"What kind of arrangements?" "The kind that will solve all my problems." My stomach twisted. "Ma'am—" "I sold you." The room went silent. I stared at her, with my eyes widened. And a part me believed I didn't hear her properly. "What?" "I sold you." Her voice remained calm, like she was discussing the weather. "To a very powerful man." My vision blurred, tears threatening to spill. "No." The word left my mouth before I even realized. "I'm not going." Veronica laughed. "You don't have much choice." She paused, then continued. "Unless you don't care about what your parents left behind."

"I know, that's why I want to ask you to think about both of us, but not in a hurry. I love you Louise, I don't know how to say what I feel, it's something totally new to me too, but I can't have you away from me anymore." "So don't let me go." Maurício This morning I received a call from the Mafia, by order I would be the new boss, but for that I would need to be married or have a child. "I won't let you, but I need you to answer me as soon as possible." Her doubtful face was on and she charmed me by smiling. The effect of the alcohol was already taking its toll on Louise, alcohol and her definitely don't mix. I was just watching her, her laughter, her hair toss, and her will to live.

"Bianca Whitmore. The singular cub your ledger priced at five million credits." With a slow, dramatic sigh, the mafia boss reaches over to rip the thick burlap sack off my head, holding my shaking torso tightly against his chest armor. Overwhelmed by the sheer wave of primitive fear, my joints stay completely frozen like ice. Hot tears have entirely ruined my face, and my hair is a total, messy disaster.

“It was meant to be a one off thing and I knew it was wrong and never wanted to indulge myself in it, but things only kept getting worse, and I couldn’t even imagine you, my dear, dropping out of school, so I went ahead and accepted the offer of selling drugs for his mafia boss Xavier.” “What did you just say, a mafia boss???” I asked as my eyes widened in shock, and he nodded his head. What the hell was he even thinking for fuck sake?? Doesn’t he know how dangerous these people are?? My mind also drifted off to the fact that I had previously had a squabble with this young man, not knowing he was a mafia boss. But wait a minute—a mafia boss, and he looks that young and good-looking? I mean,

] I listened to their sharp exchange, forcing myself not to react so they would not know I understood every word they spoke. 'Pensavo che il Capo volesse tenerla. Sicuramente gli è costata abbastanza.' [I thought the Boss wanted to keep her. She certainly cost him enough.] I froze, I had thought my father had given me to Santino as repayment for a debt, to hear that he had actually paid out money for me was shocking. It was unheard of in the Mafia world. Women were given in contracts or in payment but only those who fell into the hands of the traffickers were actually sold.

Almost every day, some dangerous man shows up at our door, demanding what John owes. Now, John’s brilliant idea is to parade me in front of the rich men in the mafia, hoping they’ll take a liking to me so he can pawn me off, maybe even score more work because of it. As if that would make them forget he’s a gambler and a screw-up. Nobody wants to do business with a gambler, let alone one who uses the product he’s supposed to sell. In the mafia, there’s one unbreakable rule: you don’t touch the merchandise. But John? He used, and gambled away their money.

The best thing to do was to pretend they hadn’t seen anything. “Fuck it,” one of them said, his gun still in his hand. “You’re all coming with us.” This time Caleb and Storm side-eyed each other. With our warriors dead on the floor at our feet, we knew better than to try and fight these mafia goons. Our hands were tied. We had no choice. “I think Boss Man might actually like this one,” one of them scoffed, pointing at me. “He’s looking for a new personal whore, isn’t he?”

He feels so much pain. He wants to punch; he wants to pour out his anger. That's why when he got back inside the restaurant, he immediately ordered a lot of alcohol. Without paying attention to Gianna. She doesn't seem to understand why Nicolas is behaving in this way... She thought that he was having a relationship with the woman who worked at her restaurant. She stayed with him until he was completely drunk.

You occurred to stand in the way of a better offer. I see Enzo's jaw clenching, the fury boiling under the surface. You sold us right out. For whom? Energy? Cash? "Neither," Vincent says, raising his revolver. "And now you will both pay the cost.". Enzo pushes me back, his body moving with lethal accuracy before I can grasp what is happening. The gunshot echoes throughout the room, and I trip and bang hard on the floor. For a little period, my eyesight blurs; but, I will push myself to concentrate. I cannot be weaker. Not now.