Claiming Madison

By Alexa Rose

Madison, the daughter or a crime Lord, has spent four years in exile to get away from a life filled with blood and death. 

When her brother Nick requests her presence at a Christmas dinner, Madison meets Noah, a man more lethal than her own family. As much as she loathes this world, she cannot deny the feelings she has for Noah. 

When war rages between the Lords for Madison's hand in marriage, it's Noah's job to keep her safe. There's only one problem. 

He never intended on letting her go. He's keeping her for himself. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Midnight Press LLC
• Release date: Nov 3, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386233640

Alexa Rose

Alexa Rose, a pseudonym for a full-time stay at home mom and wife, who loves to write erotic fiction. 

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Prologue

Another fucking invitation . Nope, not gonna happen. I don't know why he keeps bothering. I want nothing to do with my brother. I'd rather die a slow painful death, or better yet, get kidnapped and tortured by one of his many enemies before I stand beside him. Thinking back to when we were children, I don't think Nick has ever been gentle. If the world is looking for a living version of the devil, you'll find him in Nick.

I'm a fucking heiress to the biggest crime mob in the world and not matter how far I run, I'll never get their blood out of my veins. I bailed out, becoming the black sheep after the last war, the epic mob war of the 21st centuries. My father’s dealing with the Russians was his undoing. They killed him along with my mother. Away at a secluded boarding school, Nick and his team was able to stop them before the Russians came for me. Unfortunately, I wasn't spared from a seat in the audience of Nick's wrath. He made me watch while he tortured the two men that were contracted to kill me. Nick wanted me to see the monster that truly lied within, and it was enough for me to bail. Since then, he's become highly respected around world, even has secret close ties with the President.

Nick's built a special ops agency the American government. Nick works as a contracted cold-blooded killer for the powers that be, and Nick gets special rewards in return for those special favors. Once a black ops sniper for the military, he's recruited a team of the best war vets, rejects from the military who were discarded after severing our country. The sick fucks that got thrills from killing and torturing others, to keep our country great. The men that never got tired of killing. Now, they are on a full payroll.

Nick is known in world as Satan, and of course, the name fits him. Because he's the fucking devil. He's always been. I've grown up in a world where you accidentally walk into executions in your parent’s basement or watching his team dismember a body in the kitchen of the family restaurant. Though it was professionally sterilized after, I still can't bring myself to eat there. I've spent my life around men who could end your life and sleep like a baby after.

My world was built off the blood of others, but not anymore. I want nothing more to do with that world or the people in it. I'm twenty-four, a fresh college grad, free to make my own choices.

Well not all of them.

Even though I denied my inheritance, threatening to donate the entire balance to charity if Nick didn't back off, that didn't stop him from paying my tuition. Hell, the government even won't allow me to stay in debt. The payoff whatever debt I accumulate. I'm pretty much an American princess by default.

But I don't live like one. I settle for Friday nights on the sofa, bellying a pint of ice cream and binge watching my favorite shows on Netflix. During the week days, I work part-time at a small cafe, keeping under the radar. My degree will go unused because my name is apparently white listed everywhere, I apply. I don't want a job provided to me over my name. I've tried changing my name, but when the judge denied me during my court date, and Nick mailed me a threatening letter, I gave up. 

Nick is never going to let me go. He's given me the privilege of living a life outside of his agency, purchasing a small house for me. I'm pretty sure this house is wired, watching my every move. I can't run away from him, believe me, I've tried. Nick is a monster, a monster that gets whatever he wants when he wants. And what he wants right now is for me to attend some Christmas dinner party. He knows I hate the fucking holidays along with members from his team. None of them are married, and they are starting to come up on age. I'm sure most of them will be retiring soon. These men are hardcore killers with a big bank account. Most of them own dive bars and restaurants throughout the city of Detroit, investing in their futures. Their nights are spent in Detroit, while their homes are a half hour away in Oakland County, the richest county in the State of Michigan.

Along with my brother, these men value women as trophies, items that can easily be discarded once they've had their fill. Sometimes I wonder if Nick holds me to any value. I doubt it, he only bosses me around because he gets some sick enjoyment out of it.

But I'm not going to this dinner. I haven't seen Nick in over four years. Every year, he sends me these stupid cards for his seasonal dinner parties at the agency, and I never show. Why would I want to celebrate holidays with these murders? I toss the card in the trash, it's been a long fucking day at work, and I've been on my feet all day. I open the fridge, pulling out my leftovers from the dinner I cooked the night before. I don't know why keep bothering to make so much food, it's always just for me.

It's not like I can have a stable relationship with