Bound (Book 3): Sokolov Family Mafia, #3

By Zoey Parker

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

Our wedding was fake, but my moans were real.

SAMANTHA

I should have known better than to go out that night.

My worst fears come to life when an enforcer for the Sokolov Mafia corners me to collect on my dad's gambling debt.

He shoves his hand between my legs and tells me what I can do to work off what my father owes.

It's sick.

It's wrong.

But I don't have a choice.

One wrong move and Trent will chop my whole family into pieces.

So I take the deal.

That's how I became a mobster's wife.

TRENT

I needed a fake wife.

And this pretty little thing with fear in her eyes is the perfect choice.

She knows what I'll do if she doesn't follow through.

Other men might feel bad for blackmailing her…

But I'm not other men – I'm the most feared enforcer in the city.

Marrying her was wrong.

And what I did to her on our wedding night was far, far worse.

In my defense, I never intended for this to last.

But before long, the innocent little toy becomes something more than just a means to an end.

And I decide one thing for certain:

I'm never, ever letting her go.

***

A fake marriage to a mobster mafia hitman was NOT on Samantha's to-do list. But Trent never really gave her a choice. In this bad boy dark mafia romance with sex, nothing is ever what it seems. Is the alpha male mob hitman as bad as he appears? Will their fake wedding last? Will there be a secret surprise baby? Find out all the answers and more in BOUND by bestselling mob romance author Zoey Parker.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sopris Page Press
• Release date: Oct 16, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393703471

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Bound: A Mafia Romance (Book 3)

By Zoey Parker

Our wedding was fake, but my moans were real.

SAMANTHA

I should have known better than to go out that night.

My worst fears come to life when an enforcer for the Sokolov Mafia corners me to collect on my dad’s gambling debt.

He shoves his hand between my legs and tells me what I can do to work off what my father owes.

It’s sick.

It’s wrong.

But I don’t have a choice.

One wrong move and Trent will chop my whole family into pieces.

So I take the deal.

That’s how I became a mobster’s wife.

TRENT

I needed a fake wife.

And this pretty little thing with fear in her eyes is the perfect choice.

She knows what I’ll do if she doesn’t follow through.

Other men might feel bad for blackmailing her...

But I’m not other men – I’m the most feared enforcer in the city.

Marrying her was wrong.

And what I did to her on our wedding night was far, far worse.

In my defense, I never intended for this to last.

But before long, the innocent little toy becomes something more than just a means to an end.

And I decide one thing for certain:

I’m never, ever letting her go.

Chapter One

Sam ran from her car up to the apartment after work that day. After Darla’s visit, it felt like eyes were on her at all times. Even though that was probably irrational, and ridiculous... the woman had shaken things up in a bad way. Like the worst type of snow globe.

Her hands shook as she stuck the key in her front door. It swung open, and there was Trent. His warm, reassuring, solid mass pressed against her, those thick arms wrapped around her, squeezing away all her doubts and worries. She let a long, relieved sigh and wrapped her arms around his neck.

I’m so glad to be home, she murmured into his shoulder.

Same here. He held her for a few more moments, gently swaying back and forth. When he let go of her, Sam felt the absence of his warmth in a real way.

So tell me what happened.

They went to the couch and sat down.

Sam sighed as she shrugged off her light jacket. The look on Trent’s face was one of real concern. And she’d heard it in his voice on the phone too. What they were going through was crazy, but with him at her side, she was confident they could make it through.

She leaned on him. Trusted him. Way more than she ever would have thought possible.

Sam settled in to retell the tale of her work day. Trent watched with a grim face, gripping her hand while she spoke.

I think what really got her scared, Sam went on, is when I dropped the Sokolovs name.

Trent narrowed his eyes. You did what?

I told her not to mess with us because the Sokolovs would have it out for her. She nibbled on her bottom lip as Trent’s face went from concerned to ashen. Maybe even upset. Why, was that bad?

Trent let a terse sigh, dragging his hand through his hair. He popped to his feet then and started pacing the living room.

Why would you mention their names? he asked.

I just—It just... happened? I don’t know, I—

That was stupid of you, he blurted, putting his hands on his hips. He loomed over her now, his face wrought into frustration. You should have never brought them into this.

His reaction sent her brow into a hard line. She sat back, blinking up at him as she struggled to process where this strange about-face had come from. It wasn’t just his words; it was everything in the way he was speaking to her.

Um, excuse me. I never wanted to bring them into this, she said, unable to control the snark. You brought me into this, which meant that they are now in this.

His lips tugged downward. You really wanna go there?

Frustration bubbled up inside of her. She’d been expecting sympathy. Compassion. Now he was going to act like there was something wrong with her stating a simple fact.

Yeah. I do, actually. She crossed her arms.

I didn’t bring you into shit, Trent said in a low, mean voice. He leaned forward, bringing his razor-edged eyes close to hers. Your dad brought you here. The Sokolovs only got involved because he couldn’t manage his fucking addiction. So don’t act like I brought you into this.

Sam clamped her mouth shut, looking away. He had a point, which she hated. But what Trent said wasn’t the whole story. It couldn’t be. She fought back the tears as she studied a neutral point in the dining room – the legs of a dining room chair.

Focus. Focus. She didn’t want to cry. Not yet. Now now. These burbling emotions were getting the best of her, and while they churned inside of her, part of her sat back in wonder. Where was this coming from? Why couldn’t she keep her shit together?

Well excuse me for not knowing mafia rules, she finally shot back, able to meet Trent’s gaze again. You didn’t exactly give me a handbook when you showed up. That woulda been nice. Maybe next time you manhandle a woman into being your fake bride, you could have the courtesy to bring an instruction manual.

Trent narrowed his eyes. Tension spiked between them like water on a live wire. "You

Reviews for Bound (Book 3)

[Nic Graham · Rating: 2 out of 5 stars]

Somehow this was slightly better than the first 2 installments. Still not sure why this wasn't one book. Not sure why some of the spicy scenes had descriptors that were not sexy at all...
Anyway.
Things were abrupt and rushed and I'm glad it's over