Bred by the Mafia Monster (Breeding Season Book 7) by Sam Crescent (best management books of all time .txt) 📕

was covered by a veil, dressed all in white. The dress molded to every full curve and was cinched in tight at the waist. He had to wonder if she could even breathe. In her hands, she carried an elaborate bouquet of roses.

His gaze went to the arm her father gripped tightly. Too tightly.

He wanted to fucking kill that bastard. He was tempted to reach for his gun here and now, but instead, he held himself back.

First, he had to marry Bella, to get her safely away from her family. Then, once everything had settled, he could do what he wanted to do and annihilate them all.

Peace. He didn’t believe in the word. There was no peace in war.

Once Bella was close, her father held her hand out to him, but he wasn’t interested in taking her hand. Lifting up the veil, he heard the resounding gasp through the church, but none of them saw Bella’s face, nor the heavy makeup hiding what he saw.

His woman sported a black eye.

The makeup tried to conceal it.

So had her father.

She visibly shook.

Rage took over. He glanced at her father and within his gaze, he let the man know that there would be justice for this.

As he took her hand, Bella shook within his grasp. He rubbed her knuckles with his thumb, trying to offer her some level of comfort. She didn’t even smile at him. Damn it. After their dinner the other day, he thought she was opening up to him. Her father was the problem, but that wouldn’t be an issue for much longer as he intended to take Bella away from all of this.

Facing the priest, he stared at Father Basil, waiting for the older fucker to cause a problem. If he so much as made this union difficult, he’d live to regret the day. Most of this religious empire was funded by dirty Accardi money, and he damn well knew it.

The ceremony began and Bella’s tremble didn’t settle down. This wasn’t how he envisioned his wedding taking place.

Neither of them made any vows, so there was no wasted time. After the declaration and kiss, his rage was at an all-time high. Pushing all the murderous thoughts to the back of his mind, he cupped her face. She flinched.

Each negative reaction was just another notch of pain he intended to inflict on his brand-new father-in-law.

They called him a monster for a reason, and he was going to make sure the head Lastra felt his wrath.

Rather than take the kiss he wanted, he brushed his lips against hers, being gentle, which wasn’t part of his repertoire. The church was silent until he turned to face them, then an echoing round of applause began.

Bella was now his wife.

Leading her out of the church, he tolerated the standard bullshit of taking pictures. This wasn’t a day he wanted her to remember. Each time the photographer requested she smile, it was like another hit he intended to unload on her father.

Finally, when he couldn’t take the crap anymore, he led her to the car, ignoring the complaints from the guests.

He opened the door and helped her, shoving the layers of tulle inside. Her dress was billowy and had a great deal of crinoline underneath. She looked stunning as it showcased her huge tits. The mounds pressed against the front, begging to be touched.

Klaus sat beside her, watching her hands shake involuntarily. Only now, she wore his ring. Things were going to change.

Covering her hand with his, he gripped her tightly. “No one will ever hurt you again.”

“It was a lovely wedding,” she said. Isabella was a master of diversion, but he wasn’t falling for it.

“The eye?”

“It’s nothing. I fell.”

Klaus gripped her chin, not too tightly as to hurt her, but firm enough to warn her not to fuck with him. “Do not lie to me. There’s a lot of shit I’ll put up with, but lies are not one of them. Don’t try to test me on this.”

Tears filled her eyes. “I don’t … please.”

“Tell me.”

“I…” The tear escaped and he waited. “My father. He was angry with me. We were watched at the restaurant. I’m not allowed to eat dessert. This was my punishment. I earned it.”

He captured her tears, wiping them down his pants. Klaus would have rather licked them off her face, but with the amount of makeup she wore, he’d only have tasted the cosmetics.

“Your father will never touch you again, Bella. You’re mine now.”

“He’s still my father.”

“And I’ve told you what will happen. I’ll protect you. Don’t you ever fucking lie to me again.”

Lastra had bruised his wife. There would be consequences.

He carefully removed the veil from her head. It took some finesse with all the pins in her hair. Slowly, being careful not to hurt her, going against his nature of that of a monster, he released her hair, running his fingers through it. He loved it long and loose. “Beautiful. You’ll do everything to please me, Bella. Only me. I will give you the world if you’ll only let me.”

“I’m not very good at all of this.”

“I don’t care. I don’t need a robot, nor do I want one.” He kissed her hard, gripping the back of her neck. Sliding his tongue across her lips, he plundered inside as she gasped. Perfection. His beautiful virgin bride was highly addictive.

Her hands went to his chest and he expected her to throw him off her, but instead, she gripped his shirt even tighter.

Stroking her cheek, he smiled. “Mine.”

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Mine.

The word kept echoing around her head.

She’d never belonged to anyone else before. Never thought it possible.

Isabella’s lips tingled from his kisses, and her head felt so much lighter with him removing that damn veil and the sharp pins. Her mother had spent so much time trying to get her hair trapped beneath the veil, and it was anything but a pleasant experience.

Now that her hair hung down and her lips were swollen, she felt … better. There was an answering tingle