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My father sold me to be a mobster’s dirty wife.
And he hired a hitman to make sure I don’t run away before the wedding.

But Domenic Russo is more than just a hitman.
He’s the most gorgeous, dangerous man I’ve ever met.
His hands are scarred and tatted and he knows how to use them…

But he’s only supposed to look, not touch.
No matter how hot the tension between us gets.
No matter how many times I dream of him taking me.

I can’t let him know the effect he has on me, though.
Because I’m planning my escape from this crazy, violent life.
And If Domenic knows how badly I want his touch, I’ll never break free of him – or this family.

But when the time comes to run away, I’m paralyzed.
Can I leave behind the man I love to chase my freedom?

FLAWED is a full-length, standalone, super steamy, bad boy mafia romance novel from bestselling author ZOEY PARKER.

This suspenseful, action-packed mafia romance is intended for mature audiences, due to violence, strong language, dark themes and elements, and explicit intimate scenes. The romance between the alpha male bad boy and the fiery woman he can’t resist ends with a guaranteed happily ever after (HEA) ending, has absolutely NO CHEATING, and does NOT include a cliffhanger of any kind.

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Chapter One


It started like a normal Friday night. I was sitting at home, browsing my favorite online shopping sites and social media, when I started thinking about how bored I’d been lately. My best friend, Leah, had just come back from vacation. Her pictures were stunning – she’d gone to Florence and Rome with another friend, Trista.

I’d wanted to go, too, but my father had said no.

With a sigh, I clicked on the Florence album once more and started flipping through the pictures. Most of them were so beautiful that it took my breath away, but there were some silly candid snaps of Trista and Leah together that made me giggle.

“These are great,” I commented, typing beneath a photo of Leah posing goofily in front of the Duomo. “Miss you so much, girl!”

Ten seconds later, my phone buzzed. Frowning, I picked it up and saw that Leah was calling.

“Hey girl,” Leah squealed into the phone. “I miss you so much!” Her voice was loud and boisterous – typical Leah.

“Hey,” I greeted her, making sure to speak loudly. Wherever she was, there was a ton of background noise.

“Can you come out?” Leah practically shouted into the phone. “We’re downtown – at that new club!”

I bit my lip and glanced at the digital clock on my bedside table.

“I don’t know,” I said. “It’s getting really late. I don’t know if Dad will like me going out.”

For a moment, Leah was quiet. All I could hear was the thumping of bass and the cheering of people.

“Hey!” I said loudly. “Are you still there?”

“Yeah, sorry,” Leah said. The background was quieter now. “I have to go outside, have a smoke, you know.”

I nodded. “Anyway, I don’t know if it would be a good idea for me to leave,” I said. “Dad would probably be really pissed at me, and I don’t really feel like fighting with him right now.”

“Oh,” Leah said. She sighed. “Well, okay,” she said. “But if you change your mind, text me – this place is so new it’s not even online yet.”

I rolled my eyes – I knew full well that was code for “illegal.”

“Okay,” I said, already regretting my decision to stay in. “Have fun. Look, we should get lunch tomorrow or something – Dad’s got business meetings most of the day. He won’t care if I go out as long as the dishes are done by the time he gets home.”

“Hey, that sounds good,” Leah said. “Love you, girl. See you soon!”

Before I could reply, she’d hung up the phone.

Frowning, I turned back to my computer and set my phone down on my desk. The pictures of Florence were prettier than ever, but I didn’t feel like staying at home anymore. It was a beautiful night outside – cloudless and studded with stars – and I wished I were outside, even just standing on the front lawn. I wanted fresh air.

I wanted my freedom.

For most of my twenty-one years, Dad had always been incredibly protective. I used to think it had something to do with my mom. She died when I was a little kid, and I don’t really remember her. I’ve got her picture hanging in my room, though. When I was little, I thought she was the most beautiful and elegant woman that I’d ever seen. Now, I still think that, but some of the similarities between us are almost creepy. We have the same big round blue eyes, long brown hair, and curvy build.

Not that I think I’m gorgeous, or even elegant. I’ve always felt gawky and very average looking. Dad never really let me date even though I begged him for permission. Eventually, I just started lying and saying I had debate team or play rehearsal. It’s not like I was much of a rebel, though, even back then. I was pretty tame. The worst I ever did was sneak out to the school football field in the middle of the night and make out with a guy I had a crush on. Afterwards, I’d felt edgy and cool – I’d practically floated home instead of walking. I was so sure that come the next day, everyone would know that Mark and I were going steady.

Instead, everyone just called me a slut…even Mark! It didn’t make any sense – I’d fought a war between my crotch and my brain, and it had taken courage to push his hands away from my panties. He was the one who’d wanted it: why was I getting the blame? It didn’t make any sense, but then again, few things about high school did.

I didn’t really get to go to college, either. I desperately wanted to study at the local university, but Dad was so uncomfortable with me being around “those kind” of people that eventually I just gave up and started a semester of community college. It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t great either – I was in huge classes with professors who didn’t care enough to remember my name. And the general education classes were so boring that I wound up dropping out after just a few weeks.