Bound (Book 2): Sokolov Family Mafia, #2

By Zoey Parker

This is book 2 of the Sokolov Family Mafia series! Book 3 is available everywhere now!

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.

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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: 9781393757214

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Bound: A Mafia Romance (Book 2)

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 1

TRENT AND SAM SPENT the rest of the night lounging around, watching TV, making dinner. He spent the night because she’d told him he could and because it just seemed kinda right. Why not start sharing a home for the ruse?

The next morning, she had to wake up early and go to work, but only for a half day. He was sorta sad to see her go, but it gave him time to wake up, take a shower, and figure out the game plan. She came home around noon with a bag of bagels and take-out coffee. As he tore into the breakfast, he told her about the plan for the day.

I need to find some nice clothes. He chomped on the bagel, looking her up and down. I assume you have plenty for yourself.

Duh. I’ve got enough nice things to fill a museum. Let’s go shopping.

He sighed. I hate shopping.

Well, we’ll need to do it. Or else you’re wearing that leather jacket, which, let’s be real, is hot but doesn’t exactly scream fancy. She ripped off a piece of bagel. Not to mention the days-old underwear.

Fine. I’ll swing by my house, grab some stuff... He chewed thoughtfully. I think I need a haircut too.

Let’s get it all done. She smiled, her glossy lips reminding him of how perfect they felt wrapped around his cock. He’d come three times yesterday but still wanted it like he’d never come in his life. Being with Sam only made him want more of her.

They finished their bagels and coffee, then Sam grabbed her purse, and they headed out the door. Trent drove since he liked being in control of that. Besides, if anything came up last minute, he’d need to dash off. Being in the Sokolov family meant being always available. Even over the next few weeks, as Trent stepped back and tended to this other business, he’d still drop everything and come if they called.

Where should we start? he asked as he paused at an intersection en route to downtown.

The mall, she said, flashing a grin. That way we can knock it all out at once.

He groaned. The mall. I thought I was old enough to officially never go back there.

Not old enough, it seems, Sam said, smirking.

She’d softened since yesterday – must have been the mind-blowing orgasms he’d given her that did the trick. Almost seemed like she was happy to be here. And as for Trent, well, he sure was damn glad he had a sidekick as gorgeous as she was.

The mall wasn’t that busy in the early afternoon. They walked over the gleaming white tiles, peering into stores, debating what he needed and how much to spend. Trent let her take creative control but set his limit at $100. He couldn’t imagine spending any more than that on clothes he might never wear again.

Sam led him to the men’s side of an Express, straight to the clearance rack. He leaned against a display while she rifled through the options, her face set in concentration.

You look like you mean business, he commented.

Trust me. Hunting for clothes is basically my second career. She pulled out a shirt, held it up, then shook her head, replacing it on the rack. You can get amazing deals, if you know what to look for. And I have the eye.

I believe you, he said, scanning the store.

A few other women shopped,

Reviews for Bound (Book 2)

[Nic Graham · Rating: 1 out of 5 stars]

Idk why this story is broken into parts, or why I continue to read it. It's not well written and has some minor inconsistencies. An editor might help, but a rewrite would be better.