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Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 54706 (not accurate)
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I’ve been sold to a mobster, and he wants me to carry his baby. My brother owed too much to the wrong kind of people. They beat him senseless and took me to satisfy his debt. Now, my body belongs to the most feared man in the entire city. Gavriil Stepanov. His name alone sends fear coursing through my veins. Gavriil’s cruelty is legendary, as is his insatiable sexual appetite. Obeying him is torture. But one wrong move and he’ll gut me like a fish. I’m forced to let him take me how he wants: raw and endless. At first, he is as savage and icy as his reputation suggests. But when I discover he’s left a baby in my belly, everything changes. I’m no longer just a mobster’s toy. Now, I’m about to be his WIFE. GAVRIIL features a powerful mafia don who hides his heart behind a steel cage of dominance and violence, and the woman he buys and impregnates who forces him to reconsider everything he's ever known. It is a full-length standalone romance. Be careful: it contains violence, sex, manipulation, trafficking, and a forced wedding.
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Chapter One

Gavril

Yuri slid the paper across the desk towards me and bounced up on his heels. “We’ve had more bets than we can keep track of these last six months running. Expanding our reach is necessary unless we want to continue turning people away.”

“Expanding our reach how?” I asked, bored.

Usually, I liked talking business, but today it all felt mundane. The four walls of my office felt like a wood-clad cage. Being the boss and having people to command was great, but occasionally I missed being on the ground, seeing the action. I felt like a professional athlete who’d been benched.

Ivan stepped up next to Yuri, glancing at his partner before taking a deep breath and addressing me. “Boss, we have options. We can expand our ranks, take on new initiates.”

I shook my head. “Not right now. It can wait until after we finish expanding the warehouses.”

Ivan faltered for a minute, then nodded. “Okay, then we expand our territory. We spread the guys we have a bit more thinly, and we will be able to handle a slightly larger volume. It won’t solve any issues long term, but it will set us up for when we are ready to take on more recruits.”

I rubbed my finger across the end of my nose. Yuri and Ivan weren’t telling me anything I didn’t already know. But I wasn’t ready to take on new recruits. It felt like I was still trying to assert my control over the family since taking over after my father a year earlier. Adding to the ranks when my hold over them still felt slightly tenuous didn’t seem like the best idea.

Just as I was about to dismiss Yuri and Ivan, there was a knock at the door. Before I could say anything, the knock was followed by a thud and then another. Finally, the door clattered open, and a struggling man fell through the opening and collapsed on the floor in a bloody heap. Three of my men followed after him.

“Sorry, boss,” one of them said, gesturing to the man in a what are you gonna do kind of way.

“He’s slippery from all the blood,” the other explained.

I’d noticed that, not least of all because the stranger’s blood was soaking into my new rug. My father had always kept the room bare – hardwood floors, wooden desk, wooden walls, no décor. But I didn’t see anything wrong with making the space my own. I spent most of my time there, after all. However, I was beginning to realize that perhaps he’d been right about getting rid of the carpet. I’d already had to have blood scrubbed out of it three times.

“What is this?” I asked, sitting up, curiosity outweighing my annoyance.

“Thief.” Aleksei grimaced and kicked the man who was still hunched over, his face buried between his arms.

The man groaned and rolled to his side, revealing his face. Or what had once been his face. His right eye was swollen and purple like a ripe plum, and both of his lips were split and bleeding. Dried blood streaked out of his nose and was swiped across his face where he’d tried to staunch the flow with his sleeve.

“He’s one of our dealers, right?” Yuri asked, bending down to get a better look at the man on the floor.

Aleksei nodded. “He was until we caught him skimming off the top. He has been keeping drugs and some money off the top for himself.”

“What should we do with him?” Ivan asked, turning back to me.

He was practically licking his lips, eager to punish the man. Clearly, he grew tired of talking business sometimes, too. I resisted the urge to sigh. Predictable. Another man who didn’t know his place. Another man who let greed and addiction rule his thoughts. Did no one have a moral code anymore?

“It’s obvious,” I said, reaching into the top right drawer of my desk and pulling out my handgun. “I kill him.”

Suddenly, the lump on the floor lifted himself up onto shaky arms. Blood dribbled from his mouth like a slobbering baby. He licked his bright red lips and looked up at me with the one eye that was still open.

“Wait,” he said with a croak.

“For what?” I asked. “For you to die? You look like shit, but that could still be hours away. I’m a busy man.”

My men laughed, but the injured man only shook his head. “I’m sorry.”

I groaned. “Unfortunately, sorry doesn’t pay. If it did, I’d be ten times richer, and there would be a lot fewer bodies for my men to bury.”

I lifted the gun, the muzzle less than a foot away from the man’s bleeding scalp. The rug was salvageable now, but as soon as I pulled the trigger, it would be a lost cause. I briefly wondered whether I shouldn’t move him to the tile bathroom, but then thought better of it. I didn’t want my men to think I was overly concerned with décor.

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Chapter 1

The sun had only been up for about thirty minutes when I went into my six-year-old’s bedroom to wake him. Beams of light fell across the floor, which was just shy of clean, mostly because I’d threatened no bedtime story if he didn’t pick up his toy dump trucks and Hot Wheels. Now I only had to sidestep a stuffed bear that had fallen off his bed and the pajama shirt he must have stripped off sometime in the night.

Cody always hated covering his shoulders while he slept. He’d been weird about it since forever.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I reached for his blanket bundled body and gave him a gentle shake. “Cody, baby, time to get up. We’ve got to get you ready for school.”

He groaned, trying to shake me off and roll over at the same time. I smiled a little at him, knowing he wasn’t a huge fan of mornings, but I wouldn’t let him get away with sleeping in. He’d be at school on time. Period. Especially since I had work and couldn’t afford to miss even a little bit of time in the morning.

“C’mon sleepyhead. It’s rise and shine or no pancakes for you.”

That got his attention. As much as he hated getting up in the morning, he loved food. Like, to the point where I had to put stuff up on the highest shelves to make sure he didn’t get into it and devour everything right after I bought it. Feeding a growing boy was like having a pet dinosaur—there would never be enough food.

“Do they have blueberries?” came his muffled voice from beneath the covers.

I grinned. “Only if you get up now and wash your hands and face.”

There was a short pause, then he threw back the covers with a flourish. He sat up, his blonde hair—just like mine, but a little lighter—sticking up at every imaginable angle. Rubbing at his eyes, he let out a yawn before getting out of bed. He paused for half a second, eyeing me, then leaned over and gave my leg a quick hug. Then he headed down the hall towards the bathroom.

Shaking my head a little, I went to make breakfast as quickly as possible.

I was pretty good at this by now. My routine was steady, stable, and it worked. Maybe it wasn’t the easiest thing in the world, but it kept my little two-person household running. I moved the skillet to the stove, turned on the burner, then reached for the fridge where I’d had the forethought to prepare my bribery the night before. A bowl of pre-mixed pancake batter sat on the middle shelf. I grabbed it and poured two small dollops into the slightly heated pan. As those began to cook, I poured some milk and grabbed a brown paper bag that would hold Cody’s lunch.

He came running down as I was halfway through the second batch of pancakes and was using black magic marker to write his name across his lunch sack—and a special heart, because I was all about those extra good mom brownie points.

I stacked two little pancakes on a plate and let him have some syrup, even though I knew it would make him sticky. I checked the clock as I flipped the second batch of pancakes. We didn’t have a lot of time.

“Eat fast, little man,” I ordered him. “Momma’s got a tight schedule.”

He grinned and proceeded to wolf down the short stack, using his hands and not even pretending to care about the syrup he was getting everywhere. I groaned. This was why I had him eat breakfast before he got dressed.

“Not exactly what I meant,” I told him.

Cody shrugged his little shoulders, then downed half a glass of milk. Finished, he didn’t even bother to say thanks as he ran back to the bathroom to get cleaned up. I was hoping his school stuff was already together, but I knew I’d better double check anyway.

I glanced ruefully at the dishes. “A battle for another day,” I muttered to them, promising myself I’d do them that night. Right now, I was a mom with a mission: get my kid to school and get to work on time.

# # #

I made one pit stop on the way to Cody’s school to pick up Jessie, one of my few remaining friends and my coworker. Her apartment was on the way and it saved time in the long run to just pick her up before rather than doubling back.

Still, it meant I was rushing Cody out of the car and up the school’s steps before that first bell. I got him halfway down the sidewalk before he waved me off, shooing me before his cool friends saw him with his mom.

Jeez, I’m already too old to be considered cool, I thought with an eye roll. I folded my arms across my chest, watching him head towards the front doors. It was the little pause he did before going inside that made my day, though, because he actually turned and waved at me.

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Advertisement Gift From The Bad Boy Read Online Zoey Parker http://www.books2020.com/gift-from-the-bad-boy-read-online-zoey-parker Sun, 29 Jan 2017 01:57:33 +0000 https://www.test123.demo2.xyz/?p=3258 Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Biker, MC Authors: Zoey Parker Advertisement

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The bad boy took everything from me. He came into my world and snatched it all away. My innocence, my purity, my sense of right and wrong. But he left me one special, special gift: A baby in my womb. I couldn’t resist the temptation. Just one night. I’d allow myself just one night of freedom. I never thought one mistake would haunt me like this. But how could I have said no? The bad boy was like something out of a romance novel. Tall, dark, and handsome was just scratching the surface. He was something else, too. He was powerful. He made me want to give him everything. And he wasn’t about to take no for an answer. But after he’d finished with me, I thought that would be the end of things. I didn’t know it yet, but I was dead freakin’ wrong. I found that out the hard way, a little while later… When I felt the first kick of the baby in my belly. The bad boy had left me a present I never asked for. And that’s just where our story begins. GIFT FROM THE BAD BOY is a bad boy MC romance. It is filled with hot sex and exciting action (Note: These stories feature consenting adults in sexual situations.)
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Chapter One

Carmen

“Excuse me, miss,” came a voice from behind me.

I spun around too fast, startled by the sudden noise breaking my silence and concentration in what had otherwise been a quiet spring day in the park. As I spun, my long blonde hair whipped out in a huge arc and smacked the man who’d spoken right in the face.

“Oh my gosh, I am so sorry!” I cried immediately.

He held a hand over his eye where the ends of my hair had hit him. “It’s fine, it’s fine,” he said, wincing but trying to hide it. “That’s what I get for sneaking up on you like that anyway.” He sounded genuinely nice and apologetic, even though I was the one who’d caused his eye to sting and water like it was doing.

“Here,” I said, fumbling in my purse for a tissue, “take this.” I handed it to him. I felt horrible, but he was right, he did sneak up on me. I’d been so fiercely concentrated on my biology textbook that I hadn’t even noticed him approaching me.

The boy dabbed at his eye with the tissue I’d given him. I took the time to look him up and down. He was tall, with broad, muscular shoulders and a deep tan, like he spent a lot of time outdoors. He had the easy gait of an athlete, but whereas most of the athletes I knew had horrible skin from all that time spent sweating and running around in pads and helmets, his face was smooth and unblemished. A light beard covered his cheeks and jaw, trimmed neatly, and his eyes were a glistening green. He was, I had to admit, ridiculously hot.

I saw his mouth move and realized he was talking. I blinked hard and refocused on what he was saying. Listen, Carmen, I told myself. It was way too easy to get lost in how good-looking he was. “I’m sorry, what?” I asked.

“I said, there goes my smooth approach.” He tucked the tissue in his pocket and straightened up. He was well over six feet tall, enough to tower over me. I was only five feet three, so it wasn’t much of an accomplishment, but next to him, I felt tiny and fragile. He could break me in half if he wanted to, I would bet. All I had to do was look at his broad hands to confirm my suspicion.

“I don’t get it,” I said. I immediately regretted my words. In the thirty seconds since he’d walked up to me, I’d hit him in the face, ignored the first thing he said, and completely failed to understand the second thing. This interaction was off to a fantastic start, if I could say so myself.

He grinned, and I felt an immediate lurch in my stomach. I supposed I shouldn’t have been surprised that he had the world’s most beautiful white teeth and a charming, crooked slant to his smile, the kind that was off-center but all-the-more perfect for its imperfections. I could swear that someone had sculpted this boy out of my dreams and sent him here to interrupt my cramming for exams. Not that I minded, of course.

“Well, I hope I’m not being too forward or cheesy, but I was walking past and I saw you and I thought to myself, ‘Dan, if you don’t ask that beautiful girl out, you’re going to regret it forever.’”

Oh, man, he was really putting on the charm now. His smile was cranked up to full blast, a million megawatts of beautiful man and confidence hotter than the sun. I shifted my weight nervously side to side. Noticing I was wringing my hands in front of me, I clamped down and held them in my lap. “Oh, well, um, thank you, that’s super nice of you. I don’t, uh, really know what to say…” I stuttered. I was fully aware that I sounded like a complete idiot, but the ability to talk like a rational adult human being seemed to have utterly abandoned me. I would have thought that eighteen years of life on this planet would be sufficient to get me through this situation, but it looked like I was dead wrong about that.

Of course, like in most aspects of my life, my father was partly to blame. When a girl was cooped up under a father’s watchful eye and forbidden from dating at all, her social skills tended to suffer a bit as a result. Most girls would probably try to rebel, to carry on secret relationships or whatever they thought they might be able to get away with, but then again, most girls weren’t the daughter of the president of the Wild Kings motorcycle club. Nope, there was only one girl in the world who fit that particular description, and it was the one stammering like a fool while the handsome, ripped boy in the park tried to ask her out on a date.

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I fcked her like she’s my property – because she is. She showed up on my doorstep, desperate and alone. My dead brother’s girl – with their baby in her arms. I’ll take them in…under one condition. As long as they’re here, I’m gonna fck her from dusk ‘til dawn. I’m not a babysitter, not a saint. Hell, I’m not even a nice guy. I’m a motherfcking biker. I fight hard and fck harder. I ride fast and drink faster. I don’t ask forgiveness or permission – I just take what I want and crush anyone who tries to stop me. But Ellie is an obstacle of a whole ‘nother type. I didn’t ask to be the guardian of my dead brother’s family… And yet, here they are. But it’s more than just a babysitting gig. She needs something from me. A fake marriage. Well, shit. I’ll do what I have to do – for my brother’s sake. But if Ellie’s gonna be my wife, she better be prepared to perform all her wifely duties. This wedding may be fake, but her moans sure as hell won’t be. Bend over, sweetheart. You belong to me now. HIS PROPERTY is a bad boy MC baby HEIST romance. It is over 50,000 words of hot sex and exciting action, and comes with two exclusive bonus novels. Enjoy!
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Chapter 1

Jack

“Get up, you lazy bastard.”

“Uurghnnn.” I peeked up into the harsh light the morning sun wreaked in my bedroom. It was my daily dose of ‘white shades: fail.’ I really needed to see about dark paint, or curtains, or something equally drastic. I was not good with mornings, especially those that came after long nights with bottles.

“Come on, Jack-o. You’re late. Again. Get the fuck up, man.”

“Whatimez…” I was totally lucid.

“Noon-thirty, you asshole. You were supposed to open at ten. Enough, already. Get. Your. Ass. Up.”

I groaned, swore, braced myself, and rolled up and out of bed. The throbbing vice on my frontal lobe intensified, and I took a moment with closed eyes to get a grip. This was not going to be my day.

But Grath was right—I needed to get into action. I’d been on a solid bender for…well, for a number of days, anyway. Long enough. Heart heavy with grief, I sent up a thought for my brother, Keith—whose birthday had recently passed—took a breath, and resolved to rejoin the living.

“Dude, seriously, you gotta go in. There’s some woman there waiting on you, with a baby. Kinda hard to tell for sure, but it does kind of look like you. I’d let you roll longer, but this…Jack, you gotta get up and deal.”

WTF?—I was still half-asleep, and full-on hung over. Woman and baby did not compute, but something clicked in my brain that sent my cells into action mode.

So I catapulted my sorry ass into a hot shower, which went pretty far to making me feel more human. By the time I got out, Grath was gone, but the guy had left me a lukewarm cup of dark roast. Not for nothing was he my favorite person alive.

I rooted around for clean clothes, which I was pretty sure was a lost cause, but I thought I’d give it a shot anyway.

Yeah, that didn’t work; it was definitely time to do laundry. I picked up a fallen tee, some jeans, socks, boots, pulled on my kutte, and rolled out.

By the time I made it to the shop, I was deeply regretting not having guzzled down a gallon of water and some painkillers the night before. Whoever invented sunshine should be shot. That fireball had no compassion.

Indoors at last, I was met by Trini, guardian of the front desk. She was a heavily-inked and pierced, five-foot-four, pink-haired, cat-eyed, militant organizer of the highest realm, and she provided snark at no extra cost. Basically, she was about the best thing that had ever happened to DeepInk, and we’d have been lost without her.

But on this day, I was cursing my luck that she wasn’t still out at lunch when I arrived.

“Hoo-boy. Look what we got today. Rating on the GM’s calendar! To what do we owe the honor?”

And so it begins.

“Shut it, Treens. And get me something for my head, would you?”

“Oh, is somebody suffering la cruda? Pobrecito! Yes, let me rush off to take care of your po’ widdoo head.” She shook her own at me. “Jerk. You deserve it. You back, now?”

Chin down, I peered at her over the tops of my sunglasses, which I tipped down but protectively kept on my nose. “Yeah, I’m back.”

She glared at me, then reached into a corner of her domain and pulled out a blessed bottle of ibuprofen. She tossed it to me as she headed to the back kitchen/staff room for what I hoped would be a bottle of water, giving me a shoulder bump on her way. Total gem.

I was looking over the schedule for the day—okay, I was procrastinating. I had no desire to meet with the mystery woman and her baby, if they were even still there.

When Trini came back with the water, she destroyed my hopes. “Heads up, boss. There’s a woman with a baby, looks like you, in your office. Been waiting there about an hour and a half, now. You been holding back on us, Jack? Deets, dude.”

I was careful. I was always careful. I could have been ten sheets to the wind, and I’d still use protection. No way could there be a kid out there with my genes. No way in hell. It was starting to piss me off.

“Name, Trini?”

“Didn’t get one. Just insisted on seeing you, I said you weren’t in yet, she said she knew your office was in the back and made her own way there. I don’t know this chick from nobody, but I am not getting in the middle of any lovers’ tiff. Your baby-mama, your problem.”

At that moment, the baby began to add in its two cents, as if on cue. It sounded like a catfight, but worse, since it came from the direction of my office. My space. This did not help my hangover. It was time to lose this woman and regain my peace.

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