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OWNED BY THE MAFIA DON THE BUTCHER
HAKAN***Even though I wanted to put a knife through his eye, I couldn’t do that for the sake of the mission I was here to accomplish. The butcher was a man in his early fifties, with a stocky build, a double chin and a pot belly bigger than a pregnant woman who was due for birth. He was also almost completely bald, and his once blonde hair had become nearly white. With his blue eyes, he might have been considered handsome in his youth because he was a stereotypical blonde that women seemed to be obsessed with for some reason, but the more power he acquired, the more influence he got from his business, the more lazy he got physically. He had lots of guards and he was confident of his usefulness to some of the worst people to ever exist so he didn’t feel a need to keep fit. He was also too proud to exercise any form of caution. The only reason he was still alive was because he was protected by his connections.Like my men had stated, anyone who killed him would be hunted by all the pe
OWNED BY THE MAFIA DON IL RAGNI
HAKAN***“I do hope I have your attention now.” I said with a nonchalance I didn’t feel.I was angry, so damn angry, but I didn’t let it show on my face. The guard I had tortured a little before he spilled his guts didn’t say anything about Nightingale which I’m honestly not sure if it’s a reassuring sign or not. Maybe she hasn’t gotten here yet, or maybe she was killed off before she could even get inside. Even as it has low security, the place would be hard for someone like her with no experience to get into.“Who the fuck are you?” He yelled at me as he grabbed his leg.“Do you know who I am? I will have you beheaded for this, you…”He kept rambling while I took my time removing the disguise on my face. In here, I didn’t need it. There were no cameras here, and after I’m done with him, there would be no witness to my presence here except my men..“You?” He said as he saw my face and I smirked.“Yes, me.”“I will make sure that everything you have will be taken from you, little boy
OWNED BY THE MAFIA DON BACK TO SQUARE ONE
HAKAN***Of all the Italian Mafia families, the Il ragni, better known as the Spider Famiglia, were the worst. They had no sense of honour, no moral code, no restriction, no limits. Anything was okay to them as long as they made a profit. Doing any form of business with them was a risk because they were more likely to use you for their gain . They were good at blackmail and backstabbing and their partners usually ended up dead. It was why they were only associated with the worst of the worst sets of people like the butcher. Most reputable crime families and organisations avoided them for a reason. Yet, here I was, using an Alias to try and make a deal with them. Obviously I couldn’t approach them by myself or it would be too suspicious. If the meeting was also traced back to me, it would still be a problem.I used one of my contacts that owed me a favour to arrange a meeting with the head of the Il ragni clan in the city. Even if it was one of the Italy based bosses that took Nightin
OWNED BY THE MAFIA DON THE NEXT STOP
NIGHTINGALE ** I had to sleep in a park because there was nowhere else to go. I wasn’t alone though, there were other homeless people occupying various positions around the park. I stayed away from all of them but not too far away just in case. There was safety in numbers, even if every other person here would rather run away to save their life than stay to help if there was actually danger around. The money I left my former neighbourhood with was hidden somewhere, I couldn’t risk keeping it with me to avoid getting mobbed. I only kept some spare change that I could get food with. Luckily for all of us, it hadn’t rained since I was here, but I knew that luck would run out soon. I didn’t plan to stay here for long anyway. After leaving the butcher’s club, I contemplated going back to Destros to seek some additional help, but then I thought better of it. He had warned me never to set foot in his territory again. Despite his help with getting me into the butcher’s club, I knew that he
OWNED BY THE MAFIA DON CLUB VISIT
HAKAN***SEVERAL MONTHS LATER*WORK. I’ve been doing so much of it lately that I may as well change my middle name to busy. It was good for business, but the truth was that it was just a distraction. It’s been more than a year since I last saw Nightingale. Months of endless searching yielded nothing. I even tried to use my few contacts in a different country to try and find a trace of her, but it was still the same result. She was nowhere in my city because I’ve basically combed through every street in one way or the other while searching for her. It was like she disappeared off the face of the earth.The worst part of the whole situation was the fact that I never even got to find out what happened to her. Did she die of heartbreak after not finding her sister? Was she caught while trying to rescue her sister and then killed? Was she still alive somewhere? So many questions, no one to ask them. Not knowing the answers to any of my questions was what made it all more unbearable. So I
OWNED BY THE MAFIA DON HE WANTS HER
HAKAN ~ Before the show even started, Cherry sent some of her girls that weren’t part of the dance line up for the night over to our booth. One of the women, blonde, nice hips, red lips and a pretty smile approached me. I could see the fear in her eyes that she tried to cover up with her smile. Every other man seated with me looked interested in the females, even Diazo who was usually the stuck up one. I looked like I would rather bite off my finger than be here, and the icy look on my face would scare even a fully grown man, I didn’t blame her. The others already had females draped all over them, and they watched to see if I would let the female walking towards me actually touch me. I’ve been hostile to females these past months because every other woman’s touch just reminded me that they weren’t my Nightingale. They didn’t smell like her, didn’t look like her, didn’t smile like her, didn’t move like her. But I was here to try and forget about Nightingale, to have fun, break out of
OWNED BY THE MAFIA DON PHOENIX
PHOENIX~I felt so good to be on stage. I loved dancing with all my heart. It was the one part of my existence that wasn’t miserable, the light in the darkness I’ve lived in for so long. Whenever I danced, it was like I was transported to another dimension where nothing else exists but the music, the way it flowed through me and touched my very soul, and the way the moves flowed out of me so seamlessly. It was the one time where I could forget about my shitty life. It’s why I gave myself the stage name Phoenix. I was allowed to glow and burn as brightly as I dared to on this stage even if it was in front of drunk, horny patrons. I even dared to believe that I could rise from the ashes of whatever destruction life throws at me, but that was just a silly imagination. I was content to be the star of the show here, the centre of attraction, the object of all their desires. I danced my best even though I was tired. Some of them would request a private dance, but one of the perks of being
OWNED BY THE MAFIA DON STRIP
HAKAN~Every minute that passed by was agony. I haven’t felt this much desire for a woman ever since I lost… no, I won’t say her name, I won’t think about her. Memories of her would only make me lose my nerve and leave. I was here to get over my dry spell. It was time to accept the fact that she was gone and I would never see her again, even if it hurt to think about. I listened to my men talking and laughing and asked for something stronger to drink. I was too tense despite forcing myself not to bring up the memories of the woman I really wanted to be with me. Nightingale.Fuck! Not thinking about her was impossible, especially now that I was about to touch another woman. It felt like I was betraying her by being here, by thinking of that dancer and planning to have a one night stand with her. I drank the whole glass the second Sebas delivered it to me and he whooped. I requested for another glass and he got me the whole bottle instead. Every bottle of alcohol in this room cost thou
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