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"But Sokolov, you know she's not..." "Yes, she is. For me she is, and we made a deal, right, sweetie?" he pulled her closer to him. She only looked at the manager, with no particular expression, still stunned, while the dark-haired guy showed the money to the club manager, placing it in Elisa's bra, right between her breasts. There wasn't much to argue about; it was clear, and even clearer the fact that she couldn't refuse or the whole night would go to hell, even for him if luck wasn't on his side. So she simply gestured with her head towards the available booth.

One of them walked towards her on the bed, his gun pointed at her, but his voice was surprisingly calm. "I don't want to hurt you," he said. "I just want to know where you kept the money you stole from our queen." Melody's mind raced. How did they find her here? She had been hiding for months. But then she remembered their queen was a mafia boss and a billionaire. She took a deep breath and decided to come clean. "I used up the money," she said. "I'll try to find a job and pay the debt." The masked gunmen laughed, and Melody felt a chill run down her spine.

Luca’s POV “Thirty thousand dollars for the ocean drop necklace.” Jake announced into the mic with the said necklace raised high in the air by his index finger. “Going to the Darta mafia… going…” “Thirty one thousand dollars!” An average height man called out immediately he got to his feet and the leader of the said Darta mafia scowled at him before adding an extra thousand dollars to it, topping the average height man’s bargaining price. It ended up getting sold to the Darta mafia and he sat back down with so much pride oozing off his body, I didn’t miss the way he threw a scowl at the man that had attempted to get the necklace at a higher price.

The pains had made her swear never to leave again. At twenty-two, Tiffany Suzy Belle looked like forty, jet black hair, brown eyes, dirty baked skin, and as pale as a carved wooden stick. She became bound to this beast when she was nineteen after a tragic scene that happened back then. Miguel is the leader of the most feared Mafia groups in town; the "Red feathers" their motto being, 'Kill and leave no survivor' When Miguel was sent to murder Mr. Michael at his lounge that faithful evening, Tiffany was the hotel girl on duty that day. After hearing the sound of a gunshot and leaving the restroom, she was faced with a gun on her head.

Is this how powerful he is? It's scary to fight Clifford because he's so powerful. Well, what do I expect from a mafia boss? To this day, I still do not fully believe that I will have a husband who is a mafia boss. And to this arrogant man. Although, it really broke my heart into a million pieces every time I look back at what Clifford told me, that my mother sold me to him. "We're here." Wearing a large black hoodie jacket and black shade even though it was dark around, I got out of the car.

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.

Without giving her a chance to continue her campaign for him to stay in the hospital—or go back, he supposed—he hung up the phone, put on silent mode, and slipped it into the pocket of his pants. Bruno glanced at him from the front of the car. “Everything okay, boss?” He gave a humorless laugh. “Just fucking peachy, Bruno.” His sister knew he was in the mafia, and the woman he lo…was fixated on had run out on him when he was bleeding on the ground, hovering between life and

She didn’t belong anywhere. Her stepfather had signed the papers that morning. A contract, her life in exchange for wiping clean the blood debt he owed. She hadn’t seen Lucien Moretti yet, the man who now owned her. Only heard his name whispered in fear on the streets. The Ice King. The Mafia Lord. The man who killed with a smile. He didn’t want her as a wife. Or a lover. He wanted to own her. A maid. A servant. A breathing reminder of her stepfather’s shame.

He sneers and comes forward. "You want to know what the auction is? I'm going to dress you up in pretty clothes tonight and I'm gonna put you up on a stand. A lot of insanely rich motherfuckers are going to bid to have you and I will sell you to the highest bidder. With that face and that body, you should easily sell for half a million. You will be a good girl and put up a smile the entire time because if you don't, I will bring your two sisters and I'll put them up instead, after your mother tragically overdoses on cocaine. Do you understand?"

she tutted. “Anyway. You weren't giving me the information I wanted, so I suggested the therapist thing. It wasn't at all difficult to rent a space, place a few members of the mafia here and there, upload some backdated pictures to the internet because I knew your sweet husband would check us out and bingo, sold. It was during the therapy I realized you actually didn't know anything about the mafia,” she laughed hard, throwing her head back.