Bought (Book 3): Hanley Family Mafia, #3

By Heather West

This is book 3 and the finale of the Hanley Family Mafia series! 

He bought me to break my body. Instead, he broke my heart.

I stumbled into the worst possible place at the worst possible time.

And now I'm bent over and bare in my boss's bed.

I always thought the stories that people told about Luke Hanley were too far-fetched.

But when I saw him and his thugs execute a man in an alley, I knew suddenly:

Everything they said was true.

He's a cold-blooded killer, a ruthless mafia don responsible for every crime in the city.

They say he uses women until he's bored, then disposes of them.

And I'm about to be next.

His soldiers had me bound and gagged as they took me to the don's penthouse.

I figured this would be the end of me.

A bullet in the skull and an unmarked grave.

But to my surprise, Luke offers me a deal:

He'll spare my life…

In exchange for my complete and utter submission.

I have to let him use me, bend me, break me as he pleases.

And I have to keep my mouth sealed shut.

At first, I'm nothing more than a mafioso's ragged toy.

But as the savage, sweaty nights tick past, something becomes more and more clear to me:

There's a lonely man behind the mobster mask.

And I'm falling hard for him.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sopris Page Press
• Release date: Sep 19, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393049166

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Bought: A Mafia Romance (Hanley Family Mafia) (Book 3)

By Heather West

He bought me to break my body. Instead, he broke my heart.

I STUMBLED INTO THE worst possible place at the worst possible time.

And now I’m bent over and bare in my boss’s bed.

I always thought the stories that people told about Luke Hanley were too far-fetched.

But when I saw him and his thugs execute a man in an alley, I knew suddenly:

Everything they said was true.

He’s a cold-blooded killer, a ruthless mafia don responsible for every crime in the city.

They say he uses women until he’s bored, then disposes of them.

And I’m about to be next.

His soldiers had me bound and gagged as they took me to the don’s penthouse.

I figured this would be the end of me.

A bullet in the skull and an unmarked grave.

But to my surprise, Luke offers me a deal:

He’ll spare my life...

In exchange for my complete and utter submission.

I have to let him use me, bend me, break me as he pleases.

And I have to keep my mouth sealed shut.

At first, I’m nothing more than a mafioso’s ragged toy.

But as the savage, sweaty nights tick past, something becomes more and more clear to me:

There’s a lonely man behind the mobster mask.

And I’m falling hard for him.

Chapter 1

Lily

Kerry’s over with ice cream faster than she promised on the phone.

She leaves her goody bag on the coffee table, her purse hitting the floor by the couch. Opening her arms, she beckons me closer. The hug is exactly what I need. Kerry holds me until the dry sobs stop rolling through my body. She hauls me back enough to study my face.

Turning us to the couch, she pushes me down and falls to her knees by the table, digging through the plastic bags from the store. She sets out the ice cream, alphabetically by flavor.

I count nine flavors while she’s hauling out a smaller bag of clear plastic spoons.

We’re trying them all, she says, opening the first small carton and passing me a spoon. And you’re not leaving this couch until you’ve numbed it all away...at least for now.

I nod, holding out my hand for a spoon.

Over that first spoonful, I sob and pluck the spoon out of my mouth, swallowing the ice cold cream hard, unfeeling of the chocolate-y, nutty burst on my tongue. It’s all plain vanilla to me at this moment.

I can’t, I say.

Kerry, bless her heart, purses her lips and bobs her head, sympathy brightening her eyes. She slides up on the couch beside me, her arm coming around my shoulders. She holds me to her side, my head resting in the crook of her neck.

They’re all positive, I choke out. Every single one of the five I bought. I know that sometimes they can be false, but five tests don’t lie!

Kerry’s silence urges me on.

What am I supposed to do? How do I tell him? Luke will flip.

He won’t, Kerry begins.

You don’t know that, I retort, snorting. Then I apologize, sagging with guilt. She’s only here to support me, after all. This isn’t her mess to clean up.

Can I make an observation?

My words have dried up for now, so I gesture for her to go on.

From how I’ve seen Luke act around you, he doesn’t seem the type to pump and dump and run. She warningly raises the hand not holding my shoulder. Let me finish. Being outside of this relationship, a mostly objective party, and speaking honestly as your friend, I do really believe Luke cares for you.

"But does he love me? And is he ready for a baby?" I give her a long look.

Kerry shakes her head. I can’t tell you that for sure. Though there is a way to find out...

I push out of the sofa, her arm falling away. She doesn’t chase me as I pace back and forth from the TV to the couch. I’m running from what she’s implying. Asking Luke should be out of the question, but we’re talking a pregnancy here. His baby. Luke Hanley is the father of my child.

Could I look him in the eyes and confidently tell him he’s going to be a daddy?

My hands grip my belly; I massage soft, pliant flesh. Soon I’d be showing, and putting it off would be impossible in a few months. And then there’d come a time where the baby would be kicking...

I notice Kerry’s gaze on my wandering hands. I drop them, letting my heavy hands squeeze into fist at my sides.

I can’t tell him. He doesn’t love me. I come to the conclusion, and saying it aloud makes it all the more real. Kerry, he doesn’t love me...and he won’t love this child. You don’t understand. I can’t open this baby to that.

So what? You’ll hide it?

If I have to! I stare at her wildly, my eyes wide, bulging, fists rising up in front of me. I won’t let him hurt this baby. And I’m not going to get rid it.

Kerry stands slowly, her hands out in front of her in a placating manner. I might have