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NIGHTINGALE*I woke up feeling really warm. I tried to move away because my bladder was full, but I couldn't because I was being pinned by an arm over my stomach. I already knew who it was, being held in his arms made me feel safe. I was tucked into his chest, while he cradled my head, and breathed against my neck. I wiggled to try and escape his tight grip because I really needed to pee, but he only held me tighter. "Nightingale." He called my name with a sleepy, husky tone that made me shiver slightly, especially since his words were spoken against the back of my neck and his warm breath tickled my sensitive flesh."Where are you going?" He asked as he pulled me even closer so my ass was firmly pressed against his growing erection.The thick curtains were closed, and the clock was on his own end of the nightstand, so I couldn't tell what time it was. He was still insatiable after fucking me to within an inch of my life. But I guess I was just as bad as him because my nipples were
OWNED BY THE MAFIA DON THE SLAVE THAT BECAME A KING
PROLOGUE***LOVE… The rubbish people deceive themselves with, to blind themselves to reality. Its only use is to sell novels and sell out movies and groom weak, delusional people. I was deluded once, thinking love conquered all. My family was dirt poor, but it didn’t matter to me as long as they loved me and we had each other. But I was just ten when I was sold like I was a piece of bread. That was just the beginning of my torment, the rest would come on my journey across the ocean to a strange land. The end, well, It would be my retribution to the world for turning their backs on me.***HAKAN***Filth, blood, piss, tears, and death. The stench was so thick in the air, it was impossible to separate one from another. I was in a container with about a hundred other children of varying ages, being transported to an unknown place. Some of them had been kidnapped, but some like me had been sold by parents, relatives or friends. There was no way to tell time inside the air tight container,
OWNED BY THE MAFIA DON A BAD FATHER
NIGHTINGALE***My cheeks stung and there was a ringing sensation in my ears as his hand connected with my cheek. My eyes watered, but I refused to let the tears drop. I haven’t cried in front of him since I was a teenager. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing he made me cry as an adult.“GIVE ME THE MONEY!” He shouted and spit flew from his mouth. I moved backward to avoid getting sprayed and to put some distance between me and the stench coming from him. He stank of alcohol and sweat. I doubt he had even showered in the past few days, but he didn’t care and neither did I, not anymore.“We need it. We haven’t eaten today, you took my morning pay and I had to go work for this so we wouldn’t starve to death.”His palm connected with my cheek again, this time it was hard enough to send me to the ground.Don’t talk back at me, you filthy piece of shit. Give it to me.”I yelped as he dragged me up by my hair and pinned me to the wall with a hand wrapped tightly around my throa
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NIGHTINGALE***As Quetzal’s eyes widened when she informed me that I was bleeding, I looked down at myself. I was indeed bleeding. I saw a few drops of blood on my arm and touched it, but the blood wasn’t from there. I knew where I was bleeding from when Quetzal touched my lip. Usually, our father avoided hitting me on the face where his abuse would be visible to anyone who looked at me. But today he seemed more edgy than usual so he had no qualms about it. Maybe he had realised as I had that nobody would really care what he was doing to me, and if they actually cared even a little, that there was nothing they could do to help me.We lived in a rundown neighborhood where everyone had their own problems, and everyone minded their business. Someone could be getting killed and the neighbors would just shut their curtains and pretend like it never happened. Gangs operated around the area and clashes were normal so everyone tended to stay out of their way. The only somewhat normal person
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NIGHTINGALE***“Where did you hide it? Come on, tell me.” Quetzal asked and I considered telling her immediately, but that wouldn’t be fun.“A magician never reveals her secret.” I said and she folded her arms with a knowing look.“It’s in your shoe isn’t it?” She asked and I smiled. Smart girl.“Close but still off. It’s actually in my socks.” I said to her.“And your socks are in your shoes, so I got it.” She said and I tapped her nose.“You get to decide what we eat since you’re so smart. And just so you know, I never doubted that you could get the lead role. I am so proud of you for taking steps to overcome your stage fright. You may not have completely won the fight, but you’re getting there and I will be with you every step of the way. I will cheer you on during your presentation even if you freeze up and forget your lines. I will take a front row seat and throw you roses. I will blow you kisses and give you a standing ovation. I’m your biggest fan, don’t forget that.” I told h
OWNED BY THE MAFIA DON A HARD CHOICE TO MAKE
NIGHTINGALE***On second thought, I turned back and picked up the tray. It wasn’t big, but it was metallic, strong enough to be a good weapon. The manager of the bar was as sleazy as they come. He was short, and with enough belly fat that would make you think he was pregnant if he was a female. He wore expensive suits and watches and always smelt like tobacco. One of his teeth was pure gold, he had a double chin and below it, his neck was always filled with gold chains. He wore more rings on his finger than the planet Saturn and he was almost completely bald. All in all, he was a disgusting old man.During the time I’ve worked here, he has repeatedly tried to touch me inappropriately and I’ve always found a way to escape him. There were other girls I worked with that were all over him for money's sake so they kept him busy enough to keep me safe from him. I had a really bad feeling about this impromptu office call, especially since I was wearing next to nothing. I wished I could run
OWNED BY THE MAFIA DON IF YOU DON'T HAVE A GUN, USE A TRAY
NIGHTINGALE***He was so close to me and the stench of sweat, smoke, alcohol and excessive cologne made me nauseous. He leaned closer and sniffed my hair.“You smell so good." He groaned deeply like he was already having an orgasm. "Now turn around like a good girl.” He took a step back and watched to see if I would obey him.‘Do it for Quetzal. Do it for Quetzal.’ I chanted in my head till the syllables blended together and reverberated in my brain.“I don’t want to have sex with you. But I’ll do… other things.” I said so low that I barely heard myself.He laughed like I had told the funniest joke in history right before he forcefully turned me around and pressed my face into the wall.“You’ll do what I tell you to, girl. I own you now. And before you leave here tonight, I’ll have every hole in your body. And make sure to scream like the bitch you are, it turns me on.” He spoke against my neck and a shiver of disgust went through my body.The more he spoke, the more I realised that
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NIGHTINGALE***“What happened, Nightingale? What’s wrong?” Quetzal asked me as she cried with me.I just hugged her tighter and continued crying, I couldn’t speak to save my life. I had been absorbing so much emotional trauma and refusing to cry for so long, but now my limit had been passed and I could no longer hold the tears in. I absorbed all the comfort she had to offer and cried till I felt physically drained.“Please talk to me, Nightingale. You’re scaring me.” Quetzal said and I moved my head back from her shoulder to look at her.I tried to smile as I replied to her.“I’m fine, Quetzy.” My voice sounded hoarse from crying for who knew how long, and my throat felt so dry.“You’re not fine, Night. Please, talk to me, I’m your sister. You know I love you, and I’m here for you. I know you think you’re protecting me by keeping things from me, but I’m not a child. I can handle it, I just want to help you.” She said as she cleaned the stray tears from my cheeks.The concern in her e
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