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"I don't want to marry this mongrel and I won't! I want you to kill me! KILL ME! You pack of mutts. You think you can just sit there and decide what to do with my life? I won't let you! I won't marry this man! I'd rather die than marry him!" Giotto doesn't seem fazed at my outburst. In fact, it seems like he was expecting it. "You are much like your mother, my dear. She was brave and feisty, too. She had this fire within her that attracted many to her like moths to a flame. She too was rebellious, which is why she married your bastard father, and not me. I will never forgive her for it and not even her death justifies what she did to me. Which is why you will marry Enzo. You will marry him a

Terror engulfed her every cell. He works for a mafia! "Yes, sweetheart. Standing infront of you is a mafia man. And you are constantly annoying this man with your budging. Now if you once again brought up this thing, or these words left your pretty lips that you don't want this marriage then yes you won't marry me for real. Do you understand me?" She just gave her a scared nod. Now it all made sense to her. She felt like as if drowning in a swamp. Her every attempt to get out of this mess, pulled her back with double intensity into that mess.

His hand slammed against the table, rattling glasses, earning a glance from a passing waiter who wisely disappeared into the shadows. “My daughter,” Maxim spat. Alessandro chuckled, low and dangerous, a sound that seemed to scrape against Maxim’s skin. “Stolen? My bride who you let escape from you?” The insult stung, but Maxim powered through. He would not show weakness, not in front of this man. He leaned forward, his voice dropping into a conspiratorial growl. “He married her. Quietly. Behind everyone’s backs. He thought he could spit in our faces and claim a Santoro girl as his wife. He thought he could take what was promised elsewhere.”

She thought back to three days ago in his study. He'd have killed her because of a slap. One slap. She wasn’t defending herself, she was wrong. But still, he could have been nice. Maybe slap her back, but not try to kill her. She recalled crying to bed. Tears streaming down her face while she stared at the ceiling as realization dawned on her, that she was to marry in three days. Now here she was, getting glammed up for the ‘big day’. She was just twenty four and she was already getting married. Not even to a man of choice, but to a Mafia’s Son. One who despises her with every fiber of his being. One who’d kill her without as much as a backward glance, a second thought.

“I’ve been so worried about you! I tried calling, but I couldn’t reach you. Then John told me... something about you getting married?” I swallowed hard. “Yeah, Mom. It’s... complicated. I didn’t want to worry you, but I was forced to marry Lorenzo Gonzalez. It wasn’t my choice.” Her grip on me tightened, and I could feel her trembling. “Forced? What do you mean?” I pulled back slightly, looking into her concerned eyes. “John sold me to him, Mom. To pay off his debt. But I’m going to fix this. I’ll figure something out, and when I do, I’ll come back for you. We’ll leave John. We’ll get away from all of this.”

Book 3 introduces different characters and storyline while still maintaining the forced marriage To the merciless Mafia series. **************** A debt to pay, a brother to save, a monster to marry. Timur Yezhov, the cold-hearted Bratva boss, is a storm of cruelty and control. When my father’s hidden debt comes due, I make a desperate choice to save my younger brother. I offer myself to the mafia monster in his place. Now, I’m trapped into a marriage with a man who is both my captor and my tormentor – and I am pregnant with his child.

“Years back, we had been harassed because we didn’t have money, and we lived quite a soft life away from luxury. I got an offer to work with the Mafian. I took the opportunity because what was life without power and authority? My wife here was in disarray. She didn’t support my decision, and it was majorly because of you. In her words—you were too soft and couldn’t handle anything in that line. Even after reminding her of the pain we had to go through, she chose you over me. This brought me pain, because… you weren’t even our biological child. How could she want you over me? How could she love you so much to want to go to so much length for you?” “…Then… slowly, I started to threaten her wit

Doubts started to creep inside her mind, but were abruptly stopped when she felt him pushing her legs apart and his member was pushed inside her vir*in hole with one hard push. "Ahhh" she gasped as pain erupted from between her legs, making her go pale. He froze on top of her. He felt it too. The moment he tore past her hymen. "This is your first time" its not a question. Its a statement. She is breathing heavily over her pain. And he was frozen with uncertanity. He never had a virgin before. All the women whom he used are all daughters or relatives of the men in the mafia. They all wanted to tame the beast. But one night is all they get. Nothing else.

He was married… to Isabella, my best friend, no less. I thought I was doomed. Completely, utterly doomed. Eric Graves appeared, like a flicker of hope cutting through the darkness in my life. I had thought how could I possibly be good enough for him? He was the most powerful mafia leader in New York City, and I was just a woman with a record, nothing but shattered pieces to offer. But Eric told me to never worry about being good enough, that he loved me for who I was. Now, standing here, I realized that I had married the very monster who had made my life a living hell.

"I didn't tell you all of this so you would feel sorry for her. I wanted to open your eyes to the fact that Dante Luciano is a lunatic. "His repentance and revenge are meaningless. The damage has been done. Your Padre won't come back to life, and your wounds won't disappear." "I know," I muttered. "No, you don't," Uncle Marco retorted, shaking his head. "You grew up with him, and you still think of him as the young boy who will bandage your wounds when you're injured. That boy died a long time ago, Lina. "The man you're up against is the Don of a mafia family. His hands are steeped in blood, and he's stubborn to a fault."