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Thank you for reading Stolen by the Mafia! Read on for Vannah’s hot, smutty story next, Bred by the Bratva!
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He’s the ruthless mafia man on a mission and she's the innocent prey he’s hunting. Grab a cold drink for this hot, sticky beach read, babes! It's gonna get wet and wild!
Bred by the Bratva
He saved me, protected me. Now the mafia man wants to collect on the debt.
It’s not his miles of suntanned muscles and irresistible smolder that has me dying to say yes. It’s the fact I wear my heart on my sleeve and this man knows how to wield blackmail like the weapon it is.
His exact words were: “I return you to the people wanting to give you a watery grave or you can have the best time of your life giving me an heir.”
Hard choices.
But then he swiftly follows that up with a promise to find me if I try to run and my fate is sealed. Or is it?
After a single night of discovering his touch possesses enough heat to strip off my bikini bottoms, I slip away.
I thought I'd never seen him again so no problem, right?
I am about to learn just how wrong I am.
When he shows up with dangerous heat in his eyes I instantly know two things. He did more damage to my heart than I thought and he keeps his promises.
Well, three. I'm going to learn how far he'll go to get what he wants.
One
Vannah
“Hand to God, I would have that man’s baby in a heartbeat.” I shake the bitten end of my crunchy pickle at my best friend’s tablet.
“Are you serious? Him? He does look like Hercules. Get this, Lucas swears every woman he’s seen him with worships his dick.” Serenity snorts with laughter and I have to say seeing her eight-month baby bump jiggle is a whole other level of cuteness.
The sexymamacitabeside me glows with all that pregnancy juju and I’m flat-out jealous.
Not much can pull her attention away from the jar of sour pickles and the around-the-clock news but me announcing I’d spread ’em for a mafia man has her pausing momentarily. She’s probably picturing me eight months pregnant and fighting her for her pickles.
I raise a hand to my brow and pretend to faint onto my lounge chair. “No questions. Just pop it in me, daddy.”
That earns me more belly-shaking laughter. I don’t know what it is but the sight of her so happy, round, and expecting makes a deeper part of me ping with a drop of… sadness, I think. Or maybe longing. Coming from a small family of two makes me wonder what being surrounded by lots and lots of kids would be like. My heart whispers “pure bliss” and I tend to agree.
“You’re kidding. I know you are.” Serenity’s wide-eyed look sweeps my way as my best friend slides her sunglasses down the bridge of her freshly sunscreened nose.
I brush off the unwanted momentary melancholy and stare back into her bright eyes. She looks at me like I’ve grown a second set of eyes on my forehead and I just bat my lashes unabashedly.
I shake my head in answer to her question, making the heavy honey-red knot of hair piled on my head sway. I raise three fingers and tuck my pinky down with my thumb. “Girl Scout’s honor. No joke. Every time he comes on the news, I hear that low-timbered accent and I have to stop what I’m doing to just stare.”
Florida’s warm, salty air skitters across my heated skin, and I soak it all in like the Vitamin-D starved woman that I am. I plant my feet on my beach lounge and spread them butterfly-style to even my tan. The crunch of her pickle and the heavy waves on our little private section of the beach drown out the early afternoon news playing on her tablet. She’s become obsessed ever since marrying one of the most powerful men in this region. The second contender for that spot is splashed across the screen looking every bit as forbidden as a tall, irresistible bottle of vodka to a raging alcoholic.
Maxim Novak.
A ball of white-hot heat simmers through my body. Serenity thinks I’m joking but there is something about him that makes my pulse quicken and bad ideas seem legit.
Forget the even tanning. My legs lock together and my heart skips. Which is just weird. I mean, I like a good time with a hot man, but Miami’s most sought-after bachelor is not even close to my league. Not only because of his wealthy status but also for the fact that he’s mafia blood.
