The Bratva's Kidnapped Bride
The head of the NY Bratva dragged me into his mansion and forced me to marry him.
He’s the biggest enemy of my Italian Don dad, and much older than me.
He says he’ll make me his mafia bride, to fully possess my curves.
I should run, but the next thing I know…he’s got my belly growing with his heir.
I walked straight into his hell, and he took his chance.
His white shirt is stained with blood and his hands are red and strong.
He says he’ll protect me against my abusive family no matter what.
He says he’ll cripple anyone who comes near me or his baby.
I did not want to be here, but at night I find myself in his bed.
His possessive hands claim my bruised curves and make me beg.
Beg for things I thought I didn’t want from the merciless Bratva.
Beg for things I dare not speak out loud in the daylight.
Will the Bratva daddy claim his princess and his baby?
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