روايات وقصص ضمن Sold To The Possessive Mafia Boss

“I have gotten what I wanted, Lorenzo; there’s nothing that can replace that.” “I’ll give you anything, just… don’t fucking touch her.” I begged for the first time in my life to a man. “It’s really amusing to hear the mafia boss beg,” he laughed over the phone. “You know, she put up a fight for a long time until her father held her. Obedient little girl. She didn’t even flinch when her father stabbed a needle into her neck; it was like she was accepting her fate.” Dante said he’d gotten their location; he ordered the men and they all moved out to their cars.

My fantasies are running wild with her touch and her body and her scent. No doubt she reminds me of those nights with Aria. "Syl, you silly idiot, thought you could run away from me." The old man sat on the floor of the abandoned building, gagged and tied. "I won't ask for my money again this time." I raised my gun, cocked it, and placed it on his head. Bang. One down, six more to go. Allies of the DeLucas and debtors too. My men put him in a body bag. "Let this be a warning to everyone who becomes an ally with Enzo DeLuca."

His form eclipsed my dad’s as he stepped forward. “Your dad was foolish enough to gamble all his money away. He desperately auctioned you to bounce back. Standing before you is Lorenzo De Luca, the Black Rose of the Sicilian Mafia. Your new owner,” he explained, his face devoid of emotion. Auction? Mafia? Owner? “Owner? What is that supposed to mean?” “I bought you. Now I own you,” he proclaimed. There was definitely a problem, but it couldn’t be this horrible nonsense I just heard. Of course, he’s just messing with me.

Thomas stayed behind, intently staring at a shocked micheal. "You got a phone call about a bomb and you felt it would be wise to not inform Raphael and go ahead and check it yourself?" He quizzically asked. "What are you trying to insinuate?" Micheal replied, irritation souring in his voice. "I have been in this mafia longer than you and Raphael. I was picked by Armani and put into this syndicate. I know all about the warehouses, business partners, politicians, drugs, shipments around the coast, factories, name it all. I have full knowledge because I was once the capo dei capi. I am not a stranger to how things are done in the mafia so don't dare try to belittle my status with your words" Mi

He said. A smile crawled on my face. It wasn't real but it felt too good to listen to someone saving me. I'm nothing more than a purchased thing for Vincenzo. He could have purchased another toy. But deep down in my heart, I'm expecting him to find me, go to the cops, and file a report of my missing. I shouldn't forget he's mafia and wouldn't go to the cops ever. "Alright." I muttered as I gazed up at him.

I gave a small shake of my head and turned back to Mattis. “You make me sick,” I said. “You had options. But instead, you gambled with your daughter’s suffering.” He tried to crawl forward. “Please... I beg you.” “Save it.” I flicked my cigarette to the side, sparks dying on the rooftop’s edge. “I hope you burn, Mattis. I mean that. And know this. I’m coming for everything. Every brick, every rug, every glass you bought with the money you stole from the Mancinis. You thought you’d get away with it because you wore the mask of a desperate father. You forgot who I am.”

abuelo called out. Alvaro chuckled, shaking his head. "Fifty thousand dollars!" Someone else yelled. Abuelo narrowed his eyes at the man, sizing him up. "Puta," he muttered and Alvaro and Mateo looked at each other with matching smiles on their faces. "One hundred thousand!" "Get him, gramps," Mateo encouraged. "Sold to Mr Castillo," the lady pointed at our table and everyone clapped. "Take lots of pictures for me," he said, looking at me.

I understand where his suggestion is coming from. “Think about it. If you buy her, that means you can actually control her for as long you want without having no problem. Moreover you need someone you can constantly go to events with. That way, everyone will believe that you are no longer a player and that will bring you more respect in the business world. And more connection means more power in the mafia world.” Rick explained. As much as I don’t want to admit, he actually has a point. I have lost some minor business deals in the past because of my so-called reputation. His idea is not actually that bad. But I am not going to tell him that. His head is just going to get bigger than it is. “

“Why are you helping me?” She scoffs. “You think I’m helping you?” She chuckles. “It’s called ownership, tesoro. You are mine.” She sits up, making us face to face. “Your family will have the privilege of having the benefit of selling your life to me.” I managed to give her a dirty look, unhappy with her confession. “Oh, don’t give me that look. It’s not like you don’t know that. You’re now in the mafia. What else could you expect?”

There were seven girls for them to select from, and Samantha swallowed hard as the first old man approached her. He even touched her face, and instinctively, Samantha closed her eyes as he leaned in to smell her neck, causing her knees to weaken. Samantha wanted to curse him for his actions, but fear still held her back. "Mr. Chaves, you know the deal, payment first before anything like that," said a man named Ace. He was also the boss, but someone higher up was orchestrating all these illegal activities. "Haha... I know, it's just that she looks so beautiful and fresh, but I'll look at others first," said the old man, walking away and stopping next to Gwen.