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Sold To The Mafia Don

Sold To The Mafia Don

Author: Jay kings
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Chapter 1 Prologue

Word Count: 1183    |    Released on: 26/12/2025

put on shoes as quickly as I

ther screamed,

ting past the rooms of my sister

tions, my mom and siblings were instructed to remain. On the other side, my mother was okay with my leaving. I had finally developed into a useful adult in this household, she

uddy. She treated me like no one else, even though I was the daughter of Ma

tomorrow

s being held at my school. I

Lucy. I'll die if I m

e out of my mellow frame of mind, and I sprinted down the mansion's main staircase, my dar

girl, TTYL

ht. Hello, gi

ou too

side while grinning. If only I had known that I wouldn't ever return to my house. Ne

ask. With enthusiasm in my voi

g at me but at his phone,

rage and hatred in his eyes for me, but it quickly vanished, so I ignored it. He did not despise me. I was his blood; I was his daughter. You don't detest blood, Lucy. We are traveling

and I'm going to assi

Ye

ss item you want to sell? I

find out soon enough, his response caught my attention. However, he didn't se

ned to face me after we had traveled a few decent kilomet

indow. My mouth fell open. I stiffened because I didn't want to scream or shout at him. I was a helpless youngster who was nice and compliant. It's how I was b

hed open the vehicle door and stepped out, asking me to follow. I complied. He led me inside the warehouse by grabbing my upper arm. It was ancient and had a chemical smell to it. I sneezed many times, but my dad

answered. Wha

worry. The elderly guy remarked with a gru

ith a briefcase. When I opened it, there was plenty of cash. Stacks upon stacks of $100 banknotes.

She's all yours," and

ly shifted to my dad. "Dad? What is happening? I asked, but he ignored

n to stream, attempting to break free. I struck, bit, kicked, and scratched. No matter how m

SE! DAD! YOU CRAP FUCKERS! DON'T T

e some time to realize that I had been smacked by the

on't like. Do not fret. Damien will extinguish that flame

ter being tossed into the vehicle, I rolled and struck what seemed like a pole with my back. My tears were long gone and dry.

My parents, my dad, my mom, and my siblings would co

hat you do not detest blood. When bl

et them kn

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“"My gift has finally arrived, a perfect specimen, perfect for an heir." *** If only I had known that I wouldn't ever return to my house. Never see my mother, my siblings, or Violet... I never would have gotten in that car. My father remarked, "She's all yours," "Dad? Dad? Dad?! " I yelled. I squirmed as tears began to stream, attempting to break free. *** Years have passed... "My gift has finally arrived," said a voice I recognized. That voice was the catalyst for my downfall. "Well, now that we're acquainted, I think we can go see my son." You know, I purchased you for him. "A perfect specimen, perfect for an heir," he murmured, a nasty smirk on his face. *** "Son!" Antonio applauded. "What do you want, father?" I felt a little chill at the sound of the fresh voice. The Italian accent in the words, together with how deep, velvety, and dominating it was, shook me to my very core. I was a little pleased that he spoke so harshly about his father. He had midnight-black hair that fell in a part of his onyx eyes, which was lengthy in the center but short on the sides. Deeply tanned complexion, full pink lips, and a jawline with a five o'clock shadow. He was dressed in a black suit with a white shirt beneath that had the first three buttons undone, revealing some tattoos. His hands were encrusted with silver rings, some of which had black jewels. Both hands and backs of both had tattoos. I was intrigued by the creative swirls since I was ignorant of the whole tattoo. Not if he made the decision to remove his shirt. *** Lucy was sold to Antonio Martinelli, the former boss of the biggest Italian mafia when she was 14 years old. After spending years in the "safe house," Lucy is delivered to his son Luca Martinelli, the new leader, as a birthday gift. Luca fights the urge to fall in love with the ebony beauty as Lucy attempts to keep a promise she made and regain her former self. Will they endure all the deceit, lust, murder, and betrayal committed in the name of love together?”