Stolen Wife

By Suzzana C Ryan

Vincent Mc Dowell, AKA Vincent Vanchetti, turned his back on his mobster family because he wanted normalcy, a home, and a family.

However, he was a bad judge of character when it came to women. He liked what he saw on the outside, their beauty. His last wife accused him of being boring because he hated the party scene, enjoyed sports, and was maybe too regimented. He liked order.

Now, Vincent vowed never to marry again. Over the last ten years and two marriages, he had no children to show for his efforts or his ability to love. Testing revealed he was more than capable of fathering a child, as were the women he married and had loved. Yet, both marriages resulted in fruitlessness.

Then came a sad, beautiful brunette named Angelica. She was the wife of mob boss Tony Aloto. The Aloto and Vanchetti families were at war, and as retaliation, the Don of the Vanchetti mob kidnapped Angelica and demanded a huge ransom for her safe return.

That wasn't smart. The Don, Salvatore Vanchetti, was Vincent's brother, and he begged Vinnie to negotiate the terms of her return. When he saw Angelica, Vinnie's weakness for beautiful women overpowered him.

Beneath her expensive designer threads, she harbored a terrible secret that set Vinnie off on a tirade, making a vow to end the beautiful woman's suffering. Then, Vincent Mc Dowell realized Angelica had to belong to him. It was time to end her suffering and make her his.

 

Adult Content 18+ Abduction an rough sex. May have triggers.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bitten Press LLC
• Release date: Oct 13, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223057802

Suzzana C Ryan

About the Author Suzzana C. Ryan is a wife, mother, and grandmother. She has always wanted to be a writer. She began this journey in 2011, and an indie publisher published her first work, A Vampire for her Birthday. Then she was diagnosed with breast cancer. However, that news never changed her dreams. She wrote even during her darkest days undergoing treatment and surgery. She got lost in her fantasies. Today she is still writing and has conquered her demons and disease. Her advice is never to let go of your dreams. Go for it. She's written over thirty books and will continue to create romance stories that people love to read. http://www.suzzanacryanromanceauthor.blogspot.com http://www.suzzanacryan.blogspot.com Thank you,  Suzzana C Ryan http://www.suzzanacryanromanceauthor.blogspot.com Facebook, Twitter

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Prelude

Angelica Aloto dried her tears. All she wanted was a way out of her current situation. She hated her husband, and he made her sick to her stomach. He was a sick pervert, and she tried several times to divorce him, but the last time she tried, he took her to a whore house and watched three men gangbang her.

Afterward, she was numb. One of the men quietly apologized and explained he was paid handsomely to abuse her.

After that episode, he threatened her with worse. Bitch they’ll never find your body parts. You will never get a divorce. I own your cheap ass. You were nothing before me. I took a nobody and made you a fucking queen. What do I get for my kindness? A fucking ungrateful frigid bitch. I liked watching those three dudes fuck you. Piss me off again, and we’ll repeat that little scene.

Angelica was sore for a week after being so brutally used. Later that week, she heard that the man who felt sorry for her was found with a wire around his neck, strangled. That’s when she realized that her sick, demented husband meant every word he said. If she tried to leave him, she’d wind up dead.

But then the gang war began, and she prayed her husband would be next on the hit list. But he beefed up his security and made their estate like a fortress. She was trapped.

He told her he was coming home and spending time with her in bed tonight and how she hated those nights.

Over the last few years, he’d gained weight and acquired a taste for sex acts she found degrading and disgusting. Sometimes, she had to participate, and most of the time, she had to watch him with hookers. Tonight, she would be his victim.

Chapter One

Vincent Mc Dowell signed his name to the divorce papers. Good, fucking riddance, he hissed.

Beverly, his now ex-wife, stuck her tongue at him. I thought you were different. All you wanted was a baby. You should know better than to marry a certain kind of woman. No babies are ruining my body!

He snarled at her. You know, Bev, beauty is wasted on you because inside, you’re rotten, or should I say rotted. You’ve been used by so many. It was like fucking cardboard.

You bastard, she railed. She slapped him across the face, and he didn’t budge an inch. He just smiled.

When she calmed down, she signed the papers, and when she left the courtroom, she flipped him the bird.

Thank fucking God you’re out of my life, he hissed.

He stood up straight and pushed his glasses back on his nose. He would never fall in love again and never get married. Never again, he said under his breath.

He was thirty-five and felt he had wasted ten years trying. From now on, he would fuck them and leave them.

Vinnie took his copy of the papers from his lawyer, Carl. Thanks. This is the last time you will be doing this for me. I’m done with commitment and done with marriage.

His lawyer laughed. Vinnie, you have a problem, and it is pussy. You love prime pussy, and you can afford it. If you want kids, get yourself a nice plain Jane, and you’ll get what you want. A nice homebody would be thrilled to be with you. You’re a great-looking guy, and you’re rich. Only a certain kind of woman wants kids. You need to find that kind of woman."

Yeah, yeah, Carl, I hear you. But I love beautiful women. I can’t lower my standards. Beautiful is what turns me on. Is that asking too much? That’s bullshit thinking, Carl. I have to believe that not all beautiful women are cold, selfish, and heartless.

Buddy, beauty turns us all on. However, a warm, appreciative woman is also a huge aphrodisiac. Vinnie, think about what I’ve said. Stop picking the self-centered bitches, the ones with aspirations of diamonds and the high life. Your problem is that you’re looking in all the wrong places. With your money, I’d pay for the best. And leave the marriage scene behind.

Vinnie raised an eyebrow. Sure, Carl. Your last piece of advice is your best so far. I can pay for whatever I want, and that’s what I’m doing from now on. I’m fucking done with love.

Carl shook his hand. Vinnie, good luck. I believe you’re going to need it.

Vinnie walked out of the courthouse feeling like a new man, and his driver, Ben, was waiting for him. The look on Ben’s face had Vinnie concerned. Boss, Ben said, frowning, We have a problem.

Jesus, Ben, you look like you’ve seen a ghost.

Not good, Boss. This war shit is getting serious.

Look, that shit has nothing to do with me or you. I’m not my family. Why do you think I took my mother’s last name.

Yeah, Boss, I know, but your fucking brother has done something despicable, and I think you need to intervene. You know Sal is an asshole.

Jesus, what the fuck did Sal do?

He kidnapped Tony Aloto’s wife.

What the fuck? We never involve kids or, damn it, women. Listen to me, I said, we. I’m not part of this fiasco. That’s Sal’s problem, not mine.

Yeah, but you should see her.

What? Fuck, Ben, when the hell did you see her?

I met her at a wedding last year, and she’s lovely and sad.

Sad?

Yup, being married to that asshole Tony, I’m amazed she can even smile.

I don’t need to hear this bullshit. I’m not getting involved. I know my brother won’t hurt her, but what the fuck was he thinking? You don’t take another man’s wife.

Sal thinks with his cock. Marie will cut off his dick if she catches him with Aloto’s wife.

I know Marie, she must. Christ, what the fuck was Sal thinking? Where the fuck is he keeping her?

I have no idea, but I can find out.

Thanks, Carl, then I need to talk to that asshole brother of mine.

Vinnie laid his head back as Carl drove. He was sick of being his brother’s keeper. He left the family years ago after their father was gunned down. He was sick of living in a damn crime novel.

Then, his father was finally murdered, and he watched his mother pine away. He was certain she would die of heartache.

He’d grown up around thugs, big family dinners, and weddings where fights always broke out. The worst part was the death. He’d seen enough dead bodies to choke a fucken horse.

The day Princeton accepted Vinnie, he walked away from his family and took his mother’s maiden name. His father didn’t talk to him for five years, and when Vinnie got married the first time, they called a truce. However, his relationship with his father was never the same because he dropped the family surname of Vanchetti.

His brother Salvator became the prodigal son, and Vinnie was relieved.

After college, he went into the tech end of computing. He became rich after creating a software and editing firm. Now, in the billionaire league, he didn’t have to hide his past or family. He didn’t give a shit, and he had enough money, and people kissed his ass, including beautiful women. Except they sucked his cock.

He pushed his glasses back on his nose and leaned back in his seat. He wasn’t getting involved in Sal’s folly. You don’t take a guy’s wife. You don’t do that. "Fuck, he said. He had to see his brother and convince him to return Aloto’s wife.

He leaned forward. Ben, take me to Sal’s. I have to knock some sense into his thick skull.

Good Boss, maybe he’ll listen to you. I remember her from that wedding a year ago. She’d knock your socks off, stunning and sweet but sad. I never saw her smile.

Whatever, Ben. Most of us have nothing to fucking smile about. Right now, I’d love to kick my brother’s ass. It’s not cool stealing a man’s wife.

I agree, Ben said.

Chapter Two

Angelica sprawled out on the large king-sized bed and laughed. If they only knew, she whispered.

Salvator Vanchetti was doing her a favor by holding her a prisoner. Little did he know how she hated her husband, and when the opportunity arose, she’d find a way to escape.