Bred by the Mafia Monster (Breeding Season Book 7) Sam Crescent (ready to read books txt) 📖

Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

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BRED BY THE MAFIA MONSTER

Breeding Season, 7

Sam Crescent and Stacey Espino

Copyright © 2021

Chapter One

“This will benefit everyone. No more bloodshed. Just peace between our families.”

Klaus Accardi listened to the leader of the Lastra family offer up his peace offering. It didn’t come as a surprise. The latest war had cost them on each side. The streets had run red with blood, all in the name of honor. Lastra didn’t have much else to give. They had money, businesses, but this war, it was killing them.

“You know the only way to guarantee peace is through marriage,” his father, Marcel, said.

Klaus remained tense.

Fuck.

He knew exactly where this was leading. Rather than look toward his younger brothers, he stayed perfectly still.

He would do what was necessary for his family.

“I have a young daughter, Isabella.”

“We’re many things, Lastra, but pedophiles isn’t one of them,” Marcel said.

“She’s eighteen and has already finished school. She’s a beauty … in her way.” The old man ran a hand down his face.

“Then let’s meet her,” Marcel said.

Lastra nodded to his guard and the man left the room. “I’m sure we can come to a peaceful arrangement.”

“What I want to know is what’s wrong with your daughter that you haven’t arranged her marriage yet. Eighteen in your culture is old, isn’t it?” Marcel asked, mocking their enemy.

“Don’t believe every rumor you hear.”

“So your wife wasn’t sixteen when you married?”

Klaus wasn’t interested in taunting this man. He wasn’t scared. The Lastra family were a bunch of pussies.

Silence filled the room.

The anger flowed off Lastra. He could feel it, but no one cared what the old man wanted.

“What is keeping that girl?” He stood up as the door opened, and there stood Isabella Lastra.

Klaus didn’t know what he was expecting. A delicate woman in a tight short dress, heavily made up, just waiting to be pawned off. No, instead, flour dusted one cheek, the jeans and shirt she wore hung off her body, they were that big. Her raven hair was bound on top of her head in a loose knot. She looked fucking stunning, no doubt about it, and there was no mistaking the fire behind her gray eyes. Her lips were pressed together in a thin line, clearly annoyed with being pulled away. Still, Isabella must be well trained as she kept her thoughts to herself. Her hands were tightly clenched though, another telltale sign given away.

To some men, she would appear completely undesirable.

He wasn’t most men.

He liked a challenge, and she posed a most beautiful one.

At thirty-eight years old, he’d experienced his fair share of women, and yet, no one had ever set his blood ablaze as fast as this peach had. His cock hardened at the thought. Most of their men liked meek women, afraid of their own shadow. Not him. No. He knew he would never be able to stay married to a woman who jumped at every move he made. They were even frightened to be kissed. Years of being forced to remain a virgin, listening to horror stories, no wonder the women freaked out.

It was fucking insane.

Raking his gaze down Isabella’s body, he saw she wasn’t a slender woman. Even with the oversized clothes, her curves beckoned him. There was no denying the roundness of her hips, the fullness of her tits. He’d love to check out her ass, but that would be rude. He didn’t want to show the instant hit of desire he had for her either.

Lastra stood up and moved toward his daughter. “Sweetheart, I’d like you to meet Marcel and Klaus Accardi.”

His brothers didn’t get a single mention.

“Well, Marcel?” Lastra asked.

Klaus looked at his father. He didn’t appear too eager, but he knew what was expected of him.

“Yes, I think we can come to some arrangement.”

“Isabella, I’d like you to meet your fiancé,” said her father.

Klaus stayed perfectly still.

“Go and introduce yourself.”

She tensed up as her father nudged her in his general direction. It wasn’t lost on anyone in the room that Lastra would send his daughter across the enemy lines toward them. Isabella didn’t stop though. She went to him and held out her hand. Well trained like most young women in their fucked-up culture.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” She was the perfect specimen of gentleness, but he saw her hand shake.

Compared to him, she was so small, delicate.

He gripped her hand, swallowing hers up in his, and offered her a smile. “Likewise.”

“Excellent. Isabella, run along. Tell your mama we need her for the necessary arrangements.”

Isabella turned her back on him and walked away.

Damn, he was right. A nice, lush ass. He couldn’t wait to have her naked and beneath him. Her body was made for fucking, and if truth be told, made for breeding. Since Klaus had turned thirty-eight, his father had been nagging him to settle down and produce an heir. With Isabella, he could deal with multiple problems all at once. Rather than be horrified at the thought of being married to her, excitement flooded him.

He wanted to marry her. To have her in his bed, once and for all.

She left the room, the door closing behind her.

“Let’s get to the finer details,” Lastra said.

“The wedding must take place by the end of this week,” Marcel said.

Lastra turned red. “You know that’s not possible.”

“I don’t care about the finer details. The only way to stop this war is by having a