All Chapters of OWNED BY THE MAFIA DON: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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,

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

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

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

HAKAN *** We finally found the dump that Pedro was holed up in. It was a rundown house in one of the shittiest neighborhoods in the city. The bastard must have come here thinking I wouldn’t be able to find him on Destros’ property. This territory wasn’t mine… yet. Destros had run these parts of this city for far too long and I would take them from him by hook or by crook. He was making a mess of it anyway. It seemed impossible for people to be living here because even the air smelled like death and despair. But I had lived in places like this in the past, so I knew how possible it was. And people that lived in places like this usually did so because they had no other option. Pedro was a thieving idiot that used to be one of mine till he betrayed me. Now that he had been found, I could have left him to be dealt with by my men but I wanted to kill the bastard myself. I stepped out of the car with just two men. The rest were in the other three cars. I came with enough reinforcements j