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And he’s claiming she agreed to become the mother of his child.
There's a detailed contract and everything... with her signature.
Jodi will do whatever it takes to get away from him...
But she doesn’t count on the 6'7" Italian Stallion being skilled with his tongue and excellent in bed.
Series Titles
Forced To Surrogate
Forced To Marry
Forced To Submit
Content Awareness
dark bwwm mafia romance
This is a mafia romance story with dark themes including potentially triggering content, frank discussions and language surrounding bedroom scenes and race. All characters in this story are 18+. Sensitive readers, be cautioned about some of the material in this dark but extremely hot romance novel. The character in this story isforced by circumstanceinto her situation.
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Chapter1
Produce A Pure Italian Heir
Van Doukas
There aren’t enough cigarettes in the world for meetings with my father. The boss. Tonight, I meet with him to discuss something ‘very important’. He calls everything ‘very important’, but tonight, I know exactly what he wants from me.
He wants me to kill again, this time for my foolish sister, who can’t seem to keep herself out of trouble. Everyone in the family heard about what happened to Ana by now. That idiot Jew was foolish enough to put his hands on her with witnesses and expect nothing to happen? That’s not how the Doukas family works, which he’ll soon learn.
You mess with the Doukas family, we retaliate. If the Jew had any wits about him, he would disappear from the Amalfi Coast and head for the mountains or Sicily, or somewhere we don’t have ears. He could go to Albania like Matteo. Maybe then we wouldn’t find him. But fuck, I don’t want to carry out another hit. Why can’t that lazy fuck Enzo do it? Or better yet, Eddie. I carried out my first hit when I was two years younger than him. We spoil the new generation and wonder why our family falls apart.
None of this would be my responsibility if Matteo would get over himself and come down off his fucking mountain.
I stop my motorcycle and approach my father’s front door. The all white old European style mansion sits on an excessive and opulent lot on the coast, right above the cliffs with a long path to the beach, a ‘fuck you’ to the tax collectors and the government who want to stop us from doing business.
Most of my siblings still live here, but I prefer keeping myself far away from papa and his… associates.
I can hear the party from the entrance. Seriously? On a fucking Tuesday afternoon? I assumed he called this meeting because he was working for once. He’s intertwined in a different business based on the noise filtering outside. Please, Lord, let me not walk in on my father having sex with a model…again.
I open the front door to our old family home without knocking and immediately regret it when a completely naked foreign woman runs giggling toward the door, too high and drunk to feel self-conscious, exposing her completely nude body to a stranger. At least I didn’t find her twisted in bed with papa, although this isn’t much better.
“Oh! Good afternoon, sir!” she teases me in crude Italian, spinning around to show off her assets.Whore.Foreigner. Her tricks possess little interest to me.My brothers Lorenzo and Matteo would sway more easily.
“Where’s my father?”
She giggles and spins around again. Fucking hell, I wish the ground would swallow me up. My father’s prostitutes do not interest me.
“Your papa?” she says, standing to face me with her legs slightly apart, daring me to ogle more of her body. I have no interest in whores and I want her to answer my fucking question.
Before I can answer, another one of my father’s toys saunters into the foyer, naked. This one is young—she looks eighteen just about—far too young for my father. I grimace and keep my gaze firmly fixed away from the nude females. Just because the men in my family are bastards doesn’t mean I have to follow suit.
If we don’t conduct ourselves with respect, how can we expect the respect of the Amalfi Coast?
“Yes. My father. Sal,” I grunt, failing to hide the irritation in my voice.
