Bullied by Her Mafia Man

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Copyright© 2019 Sam Crescent

ISBN: 978-0-3695-0094-6

Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

Editor: Karyn White

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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

BULLIED BY HER MAFIA MAN

Sam Crescent

Copyright © 2019

Chapter One

Hell no! This can’t be happening. There is no way in hell I’m ever marrying him. Laura Davis wanted to scream. She couldn’t stop herself from speaking. The words kept tumbling out of her mouth as if they had a mind of their own. She had to shut up. In her father’s eyes she saw the fear, but there was no way she could be quiet about this.

Marcus Giovanni was a monster. He was only three years older than she was, but all of her life he’d made her miserable. He was a bully purely because he was a mafia brat, nothing more. She hated the connection her family had to the local mafia, but she wasn’t part of it, nor would she ever be.

Her parents assured her when she was old enough to understand the truth, she would always have her own choices. Never would she be made to follow in their footsteps, and right now, she was being told differently by The Boss. She didn’t know him by any other name.

Sweetheart, you have to do as they say, her father said.

No. I don’t. You promised me. I’m not marrying him. Ever. She turned to Marcus and wished there was some easy way to wipe the smug smile off his face. He was handsome, sexy even, and she hated him for it. The girls at school often swooned whenever he was near, and it always made her sick, because he knew with a click of his fingers he could have anyone he wanted, and always did. She remembered the times she would walk into the bathroom to see him either screwing a woman, or getting a blowjob. She would never marry him.

This is not up for discussion. This is why we offered you the right men to show how to put women in their place, The Boss said. He gripped her father’s shoulder hard.

Where is her place, Marcus? he said.

The bedroom, spreading her legs and producing children. Women have no other use than that. I’ll deal with this, Marcus said.

Laura cried out as he grabbed her arm, and without anyone stepping forward to stop him, not even her father’s bodyguards, she was pulled from the room.

Let go of me. Get off me. I hate you. Get off. They entered the library, but Marcus wasn’t done. He pressed her up against the bookshelves, his hand wrapped around her neck.

This was the closest they’d ever come to physically touching.

She tried to claw at his wrist, but it was no good. He laughed at her.

Go ahead, darling. Scratch, bite, kick. You think I won’t do it back?

I know you will. You’re an asshole, Marcus. I don’t know what kind of game this is, but you can stop even thinking I’m going to play along. I can’t stand you.

You think I want this? Marcus asked, laughing. Please, I don’t like you at all. In fact, I’d rather kill you, but I can’t. You are far too valuable to me alive.

She glared at him. Whatever it is you want, take it.

Oh, believe me, I will. I intend to take everything you’ve got, Laura, but first, you’re going to go in there and place nice.

Why the hell would I do that? Let go of me. She tried to push his hand away, but he squeezed her throat a little tighter. She could still breathe, but the threat was there.

You think you have any power here? All of your life you’ve thought yourself apart from all of this, but in the end, you were always destined to be my bitch. One day, you’ll see that, and there is no getting away from it. You will belong to me, and believe me, Laura—my family, they won’t allow this union to split. You’ll be mine, and I intend to make sure you pay for all the years you thought you had control.

I will never belong to you, she said.

Her heart raced.

Even though her father had mafia connections, she knew he wasn’t directly part of the criminal organization. She’d been present when cops had searched the house, looking for stuff. She never knew what. Never in all the years they’d gone to parties or dinners had she been encouraged to be around the women or girls, all of whom were placid, scared little women. One glance at them always terrified her, because she never wanted to become like them. Her life was her own, but right now, her very existence was crumbling all around her, and she couldn’t stand it.

Marcus laughed. I find it so cute and funny you think there’s any way around this.

No priest will ever marry a woman who denies her husband, who refuses to say the right words. I will never marry you. I will never be yours or your family’s. I’m not one of you. She had a life planned. She was already attending college, but at her father’s request, she didn’t use a dorm on the campus grounds, but returned home every single day. His driver, Harry, was always waiting, and whenever she wanted to go for a drink, or to hang out with friends, she always had to tell them no.

It was the first time in all of her twenty-one years where her life had been controlled. Was what Marcus said the truth? Her life had never been her own?

She couldn’t believe it, didn’t want to even think about it.

Her life was her own.

She cried out as Marcus put a hand directly between her legs. Even though she was wearing jeans, she felt the heat of him through them, and she nearly went into a panic.

You think this won’t belong to me? he asked. I’ll own every single inch of you. He leaned in close. And I look forward to breaking you in. You’ll be my wife, Laura, and all those times you saw me with another woman, I’ll make up for it, I promise.

Before she knew what was happening, his lips were on hers.

She’d never been kissed by a man, and now, her first had been taken by a man she despised. For a few seconds she didn’t know what to do. His lips were hard, and as he slid his tongue across hers, she opened up on instinct, and he dived in, deepening the kiss.

Closing her eyes, she couldn’t believe she was kissing him back. She kept her hands at her sides, trying not to interact with him.

Marcus broke the kiss, not that she had any say in it whatsoever.

See, now I know how to shut you up.

Get off me.

Her face was on fire, and as he chuckled, he didn’t let her go.

Was that your first kiss, Laura? he asked.

The way he said her name, it set her teeth on edge. She wanted to attack him for getting too close to her. Instead, she kept her hands at her sides and glared at him.

Of course it was. You see, Laura, you seem to think you’ve got a say in what happens to you. All along, you never had any say. We decide what your future is.

I won’t marry you.