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SarahHe starts laughing, thinking I'm desperate.- There's no point in crying.- Please spare me. I'll do whatever you want.I can almost hear the pulleys rolling in the guy's head. The wound he had on his arm was superficial and no longer bleeding, which reminds me of Brian. I look at him, and he was breathing, but he was still unconscious and bleeding a lot. If the bleeding didn't stop, he wouldn't last long.- send the weapons here.I obey.- get undressed cow. I'm going to give you the biggest fuck of your life. Who knows, you might convince me to let you live using what you have between your legs.Good, he falls into the trap. I start to undress slowly. He could see me in, because I wasn't going to live long.- All. I want you lying naked in that same place.That's right, idiot. Because the knives are really here.I lie down and he looks at me with a lascivious look. The cap he had on his pants was visible.He puts the gun on the table.- don't do anything crazy. – he says witho
My Mob Father's Bride f
SarahI knew this was crazy, but I couldn't resist him.All my senses told me to run from David Campbell, but his kisses made me forget the reality of my life and lose myself in pleasure.Everything about this was wrong and put me and my family in danger.- David, we can't. – I say without much conviction.- Do not think. Let your heart speak for you. You want me as much as I want you.- I'm engaged to your father. He will kill us.- You can't marry someone you don't love. You want me; you don’t want my father.- You don’t understand.- What do I don’t understand? What do you think will happen if you don’t marry him? Are you that afraid?- My life is not important. The important thing is to keep my family safe.I move away from him, knowing I let him desperate at the loss of contact.He follows me, traps me between him and the door, and searches for my lips.I try to resist, I swear I try, but the smell of his breath clouds my senses, and it’s impossible to resist.His hands ran over
My Mob Father's Bride vcv
DavidI know I have a tail. Every time something happens or I go somewhere, my father knows exactly where I am. But whoever he is, he's good. Even someone with experienced eyes like me can't identify it.Nobody knows me. Well, that's not true. One person knows almost everything about me. Sousa, my partner.Not even Theo, my best friend, knows what I've been doing in the last four years that I haven't returned to the US.It's hard to keep this part of my life secret from Theo. I can trust him, but he would be in danger if he knew.My father doesn't even dream. No one dreams, in reality, that the only good thing he, my father, did for me was send me to England.God, I shudder to think what my fate would have been if he had decided to continue trying to shape me into his image.He thinks he can do it now, without the rebelliousness of my 16-year-old self, but I'm not the same person he sent away.However, when I searched Sarah's office and Simon's office here at home, I hadn't found any
My Mob Father's Bride Chapter 1
SarahI knew this was crazy, but I couldn't resist him.All my senses told me to run from David Campbell, but his kisses made me forget the reality of my life and lose myself in pleasure.Everything about this was wrong and put me and my family in danger.- David, we can't. – I say without much conviction.- Do not think. Let your heart speak for you. You want me as much as I want you.- I'm engaged to your father. He will kill us.- You can't marry someone you don't love. You want me; you don’t want my father.- You don’t understand.- What do I don’t understand? What do you think will happen if you don’t marry him? Are you that afraid?- My life is not important. The important thing is to keep my family safe.I move away from him, knowing I let him desperate at the loss of contact.He follows me, traps me between him and the door, and searches for my lips.I try to resist, I swear I try, but the smell of his breath clouds my senses, and it’s impossible to resist.His hands ran over
My Mob Father's Bride Chapter 2
DavidTwo months beforePeople say I’m so gorgeous that all the women and even some men hover around me like flies hovering over cows.They all think I like de attention, but that really pisses me off.I have mirrors. I know I’m attractive, but the reality of being my father’s son doesn’t let me forget that my name spices their attention like a magnet.On the plane, everything was the same. Women were giggling and hovering over me, and I kept smiling like a mother fucker spoil brat.I am 26 now, and I spend a big part of my life abroad. My dear old father decided to ship me to a private school in Europe when my mother died. I was 16 years old, and losing a mother and be send to a place like that almost killed me, but I survived.Returning home after ten long years should be a happy moment. I haven’t seen my father and siblings for more than four years, but the reality of knowing the truth about my family almost gives me a nervous breakdown.Yeah, true; I have a perfect, rich life, and
My Mob Father's Bride Chapter 3
DavidMichael drops Sarah off at her house. - I tell Father, you are at your home,—my brother says, and I raise an eyebrow and smirk; at that exact moment, Sarah turns her eyes to me. - Well, tomorrow morning, I'll catch a plane to Australia. I'll be back in a month or two. If you need anything, call me.- I hope everything goes well there. Don't forget to take your pills for motion sickness. Your father asked me to remember you.I would laugh if it were funny. My father is not worried about Michael getting sick, but if he read in the newspaper that his oldest son threw up on the plane's first class, it would be a scandal.- They're already inside the laptop bag.- Goodnight, David, and welcome home. – she says with a beautiful smile.I feel my face burning. "Welcome home". She was the first to say it. With my biggest seductive smile, I reply:- Goodnight, stepmother, and thank you.Michael was already in the car and told the driver to take off without waiting for her to enter the ho
My Mob Father's Bride Chapter 4
DavidI was restless.I left London at 5 pm and slept for most of the 12-hour flight.Arriving in Los Angeles at 9 pm when my body told me it was 5 am didn't give me the slightest desire to sleep.The jetlag was weird as fuck, and for me, the day sims to start, not to end.I miss my friends, both the ones from England and the ones I left here when I left the US.I picked up the phone and called Thomas Halley, my childhood friend.- I'm home. Shall we have a drink?David, you're finally back? Thank God! I'm on my way to a bar in Santa Monica. Meet me there.- I don't want to be the third wheel on your little bike.- Quit the shit. I was going to have a drink. If I found someone interested in having sex, I say no thanks. Seeing my best friend after so long is more important than sex. - Thomas says, laughing.- Frankly Thomas. Is there anything more important than sex for you?They both laugh, and David hangs up the phone."Tomorrow I have to buy a car. Today, I'm taking an Uber."In the
My Mob Father's Bride Chapter 5
SarahWhen I arrive at the club, I go in and look around.I became very good at this, and like an owl looking for its prey, I look for "my prey."It wasn't too tricky to find David sitting in one of the lounges with a woman on his lap.I approach him and cough, but he didn't see or hear me.I hit the woman on the shoulder, and she separates her lips from David and looks up irritated.The handle of my gun is strategically visible and my eyes are cold as icy. The woman who had looked at me with irritation swallowed hard and disappeared from the scene so fast that David still held something as if she had never gone.He finally looks at me.- Stepmommy! – He says, completely drunk and ironic as hell. - You scare my “fuck away.” You're so mean! – He says, looking at my cleavage.- Eyes up here. - I say, pointing to my eyes. - After a 12-hour trip, the first thing you do is get drunk?- It was Thomas's fault. He's the one who got me drunk.- Hey, traitor. - Thomas shouts to make himself he
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