Mafia Brides Kiss

This is for the girls that have pure hearts but dark and twisted fantasies. Let’s walk on the edge of the knife together. 

Disclaimer: 

In no way or form does the author condone gender-based violence and any assault, especially on women. When a woman says no, a man should listen, understand, and do as told.

This is a work of fiction with dark fantasies brought to life.

Trigger warnings: Violence, Explicit Language, self-harm, sex, and Non-consensual sexual activities.

The male leads are not morally gray, they are just bad bad men.

Book tropes: Age gap, Non-consensual, forced marriage, mafia, strong and fierce female lead, and dark romance.

BOOK 1: THE EXTERMINATOR’S WIFE

SERENE’S P.O.V

“It’s time.” 

Time for my slaughter. 

Time for my demise. 

Time for the end of me. 

I balled my hands into fists, ready to swing them to anyone who dared carry me out of the car. 

I knew it was futile though. I knew resisting would make the matter worse. Never had a thought ever passed through my brain that I would find myself in such a situation. 

“No.” I spat out fiercely with the guards standing outside my door, waiting for me to open it but I would never. 

“You have to, Serene.” 

“No, I don’t Dad.” 

I actually did. I knew my only option was to obey.

I shouldn’t have come home. Getting a call from my father telling me to come home hadn’t set off any warning bells in my head. If only I’d known what he would tell me, I wouldn’t have come. 

Blaming him was unfair though. He was just a pawn on the chessboard, taking orders, and this time the orders were to get his only daughter home and prepare her for marrying whoever knows who. 

I desperately shook my head. “ Over my dead body.” 

“Serene, I’ve let you sulk and grumble, but this is not the day to disobey. The order has been given. We will comply and you will be a good wife.” 

I scoffed, not in this lifetime. 

Never. 

“You don’t even know who or where I’m being carted off to. Do you even care?” 

It was a low blow, I knew it, but I was too hurt to be reasoned with. Of course he cared. He was my dad. I loved him to death. He tried to keep me out of his world as much as he could but finally it swallowed me in. It would have been better if he had arranged the wedding but his boss had—Don Slade. Slade was a cruel and evil man. He was a man you had to always stay on his good books or the consequences would be too much to bear. 

The church was before us, just a few steps to my unknown destiny. The thought of it made my chest tighten, and suddenly I couldn't get enough air. I was gasping and trembling like a newborn calf, blinking away dark spots from my vision as I got more and more light headed.

I didn’t want to be a mafia wife. It was nothing but pain and death. I didn’t want this life. 

I had a boyfriend waiting for me back in the city. I had a degree to finish and friends to get back to. 

“-ou….ed to calm…wn.” I managed to make out as my ears rang. My father was right before me, when he stepped out of the car and ran around to my door, I didn’t know. I was spiraling with anxiety and fear. 

He took my face into his hands. “Breathe baby, breathe.”