Sold To The Possessive Mafia Boss นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The man was tied to a chair, fear evident in his eyes as he saw the notorious crime lord and his henchmen enter the room, and he was also sweating profusely. Alessandro approached him with an air of authority, his face devoid of emotion. "Tell me everything you know," he demanded in a low, intimidating voice. "Who gave us out to Don Diablo!" The man's lips trembled, but he remained defiant. "I ain't tellin' you nothin', you mafia scum!" He spat. Alessandro's eyes narrowed, and he signaled to Giovanni, who brought out a medium-sized silver case from the safe that was imbedded in the left wall of the basement.

I shifted back and looked up to see whoever it was that I bumped into. He was tall and muscular, he also had some beards on his face, he looked like the same man from the mafia ball that Luciano hated a lot, that's him! I concluded to myself. “Wow, who do we have here?” he exclaimed “The woman of the great Don Luciano! What are you doing?” he asked. “Hello, good afternoon to you too,” I said sarcastically. “I'm here to do what everyone else here is doing, picking up a product and giving money in exchange”. I said to him,

Aubrey yelled, I ignored her and watched how Melissa's thighs pump out blood, making her gown turn very red. "You were saying?" I asked Melissa in a mocking tone as she sobbed in pain. She remained silent and I placed the tip of my gun on her shoulder. Her eyes widened. Then she said. "I sold it-" "Tell me something I don't know." "The black Mafias, I sold it to the black Mafias." She said. I straightened, my jaw dropping low, shit! Out of all the fucking Mafias in vino, she had to sell it to the black Mafias?

I was planted there. Every horrible thing suddenly connected together like pieces of a nightmare finally forming one complete picture. I wasn't just a victim of the Mafia anymore, I was the centerpiece of a vendetta that stretched for years, fueled by betrayal so precise I couldn't name it. I was trapped in this game of revenge. My ex-boyfriend sold me. Carlino claimed me, crowning me as his Donna. A man comes from nowhere claiming to be my half brother, whose father was an ex capo that was killed by Carlino's father. Fueled by his revenge, he takes me to use me to complete his vengeance.

I opened the drawer and took out the drive. The supply line came up branching and branching, money and product and names, all of it feeding toward one box at the top. One man who’d sat above Salvatore the whole time, selling him women and selling him reasons. The same man who’d put Eleanor on an auction block to start with, pocketed the cash, and gone home to sleep easy. Mr. Paulo was still breathing. And thanks to the drive in my hand, I finally knew exactly where to find him.

Luca picked up his own drink matching the menancing look of his boss. “Tomorrow works best.” Hugo stood up, straightening his jacket and tied up his hair into a bun. His inked black knuckles were imprinted with the number of people he murdered since he was 16. 16 years of being the head of the Mafia and no one could ever beat him, not if they wanted to live anyway.

Then just like he grabbed me, he pushed me back like I was a disease. I finally breathed out. That meant it was a no for me. He started to move, then stopped abruptly. “I choose her,” he said in a chill tone, and left. Who? It couldn't possibly be me. He recoiled when he touched me. But the faces suddenly turned toward me in pity, and that was confirmation. It was me. I just got sold to Rai Mikailov. Mafia leader of the Podolskaya gang. Hands pulled me as the seller uncuffed me, removing my tag. “You have a hard life ahead of you, little rat,” he spat, his breath reeking.

"Please, take a seat." They all took a glance around the armed men before they shuffled to get settled. "Where is he?" "H-he was bringing his daughter..." One of the men stammered uneasily as Marco blood rushed through his ears, knowing why given that it was clear knowledge that the children of a mafia boss would not partake in any business ventures until they were to take over. "Bringing his daughter for what purposes?" His boss inquired, wanting to know if these men knew the purpose. "He-he is sell-selling her for-for a healthy price."

The man took out his briefcase, quickly checking over the notes he had in there. “I’ll buy her for eight million,” he offered. “And please tell the bitch to stop crying.” He rolled his eyes. “Bring that up to ten million, and we have a deal,” I grinned, letting my hand out for him to shake. He nodded in agreement, and shook my hand. I’d sold ten children today. I knew that my partner in the mafia, Damon, had told me he was against human trafficking, but I didn’t give a fuck. I was a heartless prick. I’d do anything for money.

I presume you want to have a little fun with her before we sell her to the highest bidder? Francesco licked his lips and rubbed his groin, ‘"Certo padre, lei imparerà cosa vuol dire essere posseduti dalla mafia italiana e quando le avrò insegnato ad obbedire trovare un acquirente per lei sarà facile, è una vera bellezza.’ [Of course Father, she will learn what it is like to be possessed by the Italian Mafia and when I have taught her to obey finding a buyer for her will be easy, she is a real beauty]