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OWNED BY THE MAFIA DON FROM FRYING PAN TO FIRE
NIGHTINGALE**“No, no please. I needed the money, where else was I supposed to get it from?” My father yelled.Destros must have turned his attention to my father. I still refused to watch.“I don’t know much about parenting, but I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to sell your children like a piece of bread.” Destros answered like he was already bored of the conversation.“You’re in no position to judge me.” My father spat.“You do worse things than me everyday.”“That may be true. But even I know that there are lines that shouldn’t be crossed. You protect your blood, you don’t sell them. Where is the girl?”Finally, he had gotten to the most important part.“Don’t even think of lying to me, you just saw what I did to that idiot over there. At least he lasted for more than ten minutes, I bet you won’t even last up to two minutes.” Destros warned my father.My father mumbled his response and I heard a smack like Destros had slapped him.“Speak louder.”“I said it’s too late, I alread
Last Updated : 2023-12-21OWNED BY THE MAFIA DON HIS POV
HAKAN ~ Letting Nightingale leave the car all by herself to go get her sister was one of the hardest decisions I had ever made, and that was saying something, because I made hard decisions all the time. The night I spent with her was the best I ever had, she was the first woman I’ve ever brought into my own bed, the first woman I ever fell asleep beside in a damn long time. I hadn’t even known where my gun was while we were together which never happened, even while having sex, I was always on guard. I always had a weapon close because with the life I live, people were always trying to kill me through one means or the other. She was the first woman I desired intimacy with, the first woman to make me feel something, even though that something was feeling a little more like obsession with every passing second. I was losing my mind waiting in the car, checking my watch almost every five seconds, just waiting for the ten minutes I promised to give her pass by, waiting to see her smiling
Last Updated : 2023-12-31OWNED BY THE MAFIA DON SHE'S GONE
HAKAN**The second we got back to my mansion, I immediately got my best men working on a plan to get my girl back. I could see the sceptical looks on their faces when they were informed that the mission was to rescue the girl I brought back home with me. Tivan was my right hand man, Diazo was my enforcer, Cesare was the hacker/ tech genius, Axton handled the accounts, and Sebas was my spy.“Is this chick really worth all this trouble? I’ve got something planned for tonight.” Sebas said from his spot in the corner of the room.These men were my most trusted men. I was closer to Tivan because I’ve known him the longest but each of them had been with me when I fought to build my empire. But they could also be extremely annoying, which is why Sebas was bouncing a ball against the wall despite the fact that we were in the middle of an important meeting.“Bounce that ball one more time, and your head will join it on the next hit.” I said to him as he caught the ball and he didn’t throw it
Last Updated : 2024-01-02OWNED BY THE MAFIA DON CAUGHT IN A CORNER
NIGHTINGALE**The person Destros knew who worked for the butcher was a woman in her mid forties who was in charge of the prostitutes at the bar the butcher owned. These prostitutes, both male and female, were here of their own free will. They got paid for their services, but this establishment was just used to cover up his real business of selling human beings off as sex slaves. Madame Doris was the woman’s name, and she wore more makeup than was necessary. Her voice was hoarse from years of substance abuse, and she had a frown that seemed permanently etched on her face. Apparently, she owed Destros a favour after helping her clean up a mess aa while back. But she still wasn’t willing to risk her neck for me despite that. She would only help to get me into the basement where the people waiting to be sold were being kept.The bar was nice by a lot of standards, it was definitely better than my former place of work even though it wasn’t as exotic as some more expensive bars. It was the
Last Updated : 2024-01-02OWNED BY THE MAFIA DON SOLD
NIGHTINGALE***I had to think fast and come up with something to say to vindicate myself but I remained frozen. I was terrified of getting shot, or stabbed or thrown out before I could get Quetzal out safely. I tried to turn and then stumbled on the ridiculously high heels I was wearing. I almost smacked my head against the opposite wall but then I got an idea from it. Instead of standing straight and turning to face the person who spoke, I continued to wobble, pretending like everywhere was spinning because I was drunk. Then I giggled for show, just to make my acting more believable. I turned, but instead of facing the owner of the voice, I walked forward to face a part of the hallway and began to speak to thin air like that was where I thought the man was.“Hey, y.youu. You’reee hands.some.” I slurred and swayed on my feet again.“I think I’m losttt, c.could you s.show me where the b.bathroom isssss?”I heard the man’s annoyed sigh but luckily, it didn't sound like he was suspiciou
Last Updated : 2024-01-02OWNED BY THE MAFIA DON AN OLD ACQUAINTANCE
NIGHTINGALE~The first thing I noticed when I woke up was how badly my breath smelled. I was lying on a hard surface, facing sideways, and when I tried to turn, it hurt like I had landed on that side and maybe fractured something. My head felt like it had been thrown into the washing machine and spun around till every component in it was shaken loose, and my eyes ached even though they were closed.“Wake up.” I heard someone say.The voice was vaguely familiar, but I couldn’t remember who it belonged to, not just because my head was still ringing, but because I instinctively knew that whoever this is, I may know them but I hadn’t spoken to them in a while.“Get your fucking ass up, birdie. This ain't a hotel.” The person said and shook me again.This had to be someone from my high school, they were the only ones who called me birdie for years no matter how I tried to make them stop. The only thing I could recognise from the voice was that it belonged to a male, and from the way my sk
Last Updated : 2024-01-02OWNED BY THE MAFIA DON BACK STORY SNIPPETS
HAKAN***After disposing Destros and burning his damn house to the ground, I left with the men I came with. No one spoke to me or tried to ask me any questions because they could all clearly see that I wasn’t in the mood. I was fucking pissed, and at the same time, I felt a sliver of something I hadn’t felt for a long time, fear. I realised why they say that people only feel fear when they have something to lose. Sure, I’ve had my wealth as something to lose, and my brothers in arms, but it was different. Firstly, I knew that even if I lost everything I owned, that I would still be able to make more money to replace it. And I trusted my brothers to be able to handle themselves in whatever circumstance so there was no need for fear for them. But right now, knowing where Nightingale was, and the possibility of what could be happening to her right now was driving me crazy with worry.I had only known her for one night, but I knew for a fact that she would do anything for her sister. I w
Last Updated : 2024-01-06OWNED 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
Last Updated : 2024-01-08
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OWNED BY THE MAFIA DON NICE DOC
HAKAN**I was chained up in a dark, damp room. I had no idea how much time had passed, or whether it was night or day. I didn’t hear any more sounds, so I assumed I was alone. My head still ached fiercely, and I almost assumed I was blind because of how dark it was, but then someone came in to drop food for me, and I could see with more light in the room. My meal was stale bread and water that had a funny taste, but who was I to complain. They must be feeding me just once a day because my meals were spaced over several hours. My headache got worse, and I became so weak that even to open my eyes was a problem. My last meal lay a few feet away from me, and I had no energy to crawl to it. Maybe it was better this way. Maybe death would be a mercy compared to basically being treated like a dog. I thought of my mother and siblings often, wishing I would wake up from a bad dream and still be back with them. Somedays I even dreamed of being at home, and every time I woke up to see my reali
OWNED BY THE MAFIA DON IN TROUBLE WITH THE BOSS
HAKAN**We lined up as we were ordered to, and no one dared try to run again even when our captors were obviously distracted. They gave us all clothes to change into; shorts and singlets for the boys, and gowns for the boys, all in the same colour, grey. Some had clothes that barely fit them, and some had clothes that were too tight, but you just had to wear whatever you were given. They didn’t bother trying to match the clothes to our body types. We were then given bread that tasted weird, with water that had a funny colour, but no one dared complain. We were all starving, and would gladly have more of the food we were given no matter how it looked. The portion we were given to eat barely filled my belly, but I was smart enough to keep a small piece of the bread for later, just in case they didn’t feed us for long again. The water was served to us in an open bowl, and not a bottle, so I couldn’t save some for later. As soon as we were done, we were separated into the various trucks
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AUTHOR’S NOTE: The chapters for Hakan’s backstory will be written in his POV as a child. It will continue from where chapter one stopped, you can read chapter one again to refresh your memory. I wrote it this way for better understanding, instead of just writing Hakan narrating it in third person to Nightingale. I really hope it won’t be confusing.HAKAN ~There was a creaking sound as the container door opened, and the first thing I did was take a deep breath of fresh air right before a gun was pointed at my face.“If you’re still alive, walk out slowly.” The man with the gun ordered.Walk out? I barely had the energy to breathe, let alone move. One of the male children tried to obey the man, but collapsed to the ground and smacked his head on the container floor. With the amount of blood flowing from his head, and the fact that he obviously wouldn’t be receiving medical help, he was as good as dead.“We have to remove them ourselves. They haven’t eaten in days. I’m honestly surprise
OWNED BY THE MAFIA DON HER DECISION
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 SHE TOOK IT LIKE A GOOD GIRL
NIGHTINGALE*He thought there was a choice here, but there wasn’t. The first option was definitely out of the question. There was no way that I was going to stay in this house for three days without his touch. It didn’t matter how hard he wanted to spank me, I know I can take it. Besides, despite his words that it won’t be done for my pleasure, I knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back. I trusted him not to hurt me beyond what I could bear, and I knew he would still take care of me after he was done.I got up, and walked the three paces to his desk on wobbly legs before bending over it, just like I had already fantasised before now. The only difference was that I was getting spanked, not fucked. But maybe I would get lucky, and he would fuck me after the spanking. I hoped so. I turned back to look at him and licked my lips as I saw the look of hunger in his expression. This time, he didn’t bother hiding his desire from me. This man could have any woman he wanted, yet it was me with all
OWNED BY THE MAFIA DON WHICH WILL SHE PICK
NIGHTINGALE~The toys he ordered arrived almost as soon as we got back home. He told me to walk out of the car and follow him up to the house naked. I was surprised because he was usually so possessive of me, and my body. His men usually patrolled the house on guard duty, and he didn’t care if they saw me naked?It turned out that I was afraid for nothing. He had actually ordered them all to move away from the entrance of the house when we arrived. So as I walked behind him inside the house, I didn’t see a single soul. Even when he was angry with me, he still wouldn’t share me with anyone else. It put me at ease, and made me trust him more. I was determined to take whatever punishment he had planned without complaint.I regretted saying I could take whatever he gave to me as soon as I knew what my punishment was. First of all, he was really serious about not laying a hand on me for the rest of the day. He always kept a few metres between the two of us, even as we walked together insi
OWNED BY THE MAFIA DON WITHHOLDING HIS TOUCH
NIGHTINGALE*When we got back to the car, Hakan didn't sit close to me. Usually, he always makes me sit right next to him, or he would carry me on his legs. Now he just ignored me and focused on his phone. I wrapped my arms around myself and stared out the window till the silence became unbearable. So I tried to apologise."Kan, I'm…""Save it, Nightingale. I don't want to hear your excuses. You did what you did, and that's all there is to it." He cut me off without even looking up at me."I'm not trying to make excuses. I just want to apologise." I replied to him."Your apology won't appease me either. I'm so mad at you right now. But more than that, I'm disappointed. Today was supposed to be for us, I took you out to make you happy. I had a whole day planned just for you. Yet, at the first chance you got, you wanted to leave me. The best option for you right now is to leave me be. I can't even look at you right now without feeling anger."I hated his silence. I missed his attention
OWNED BY THE MAFIA DON HE'S DISAPPOINTED
NIGHTINGALE*I had no idea what Hakan had planned, but apparently, my body didn’t care. This reminded me of the time when he bent me over a couch at home and had his way with me. Despite the fact that we had an audience, I was still aroused. In fact, I think the fact that Marina was watching me made me even more turned on than usual. I like that he had tied her up, and I was the one he was touching, not her. She thought she was better than me, yet, I’m the one he desires. It made me feel powerful.I heard a snick behind me and turned, only to see Hakan unsheathing a small curved dagger. I knew he carried guns, but I had no idea he also had a dagger on him. It was a pretty dagger, there was a scorpion engraved on the black hilt, while the blade itself was a shiny silver. I wonder how many lives he had taken with the blade. My question must have been written on my face, because he replied to me.“Don’t worry. This blade has never taken a life. It's new. I was going to give it to you wh
OWNED BY THE MAFIA DON BACK TO THE STORE
NIGHTINGALE The universe hates me. There is no other explanation why as soon as I jumped out of the window, and was ready to escape, I bumped into the very same man I was trying to run from. It turns out that the important call Hakan went out to answer, he had stepped out to the side of the shop, right by the alley. I was trying to keep my head down so no one would recognise me, that was why I hadn’t seen him until I bumped into him. I expected him to bget angry and start yelling at me, instead his reaction was much worse. He looked at me with a deadpan expression and grabbed my arm. “Where do you think you’re going?” It sounded like a rhetorical question, so I didn’t bother answering. There was no emotion in his voice at all, and it was more terrifying to me. I would have preferred if he had shouted at me. Now, I could not read his expression and try to guess what he was thinking. Would he kill me for trying to escape. “What’s in the bag?” He asked and stretched his free hand out
