“I’m trying,” Noelle said.
He looked up to see her lip pushed out. “They’re good.”
“They’re a mess.”
“It’s like the living dead,” Ben said, raising his hands as if he was a zombie.
“See, kids, don’t lie.”
“They’re great, Mommy,” Ben said, grabbing a cookie.
“They’re amazing, Noelle.” He pushed some of her hair out of her face, and Ben made ayucky sound as soon as Evil kissed her. “Tell me, are you happy,” he said.
“Evil Carter, you don’t need to keep askingme if I’m happy. You know I am. I am very happy, very much in love, and very much pregnant. Now, take a cookie, and enjoy it.”
Oh, he was going to enjoy his cookie, and tonight, he would be nibblingon every single inch of his cookie until she screamed his name in pleasure.
The End
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MAFIA MONSTER’S
FORCED BRIDE
Mafia Brides, 1
Sam Crescent
Copyright © 2022
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Alex Smith—no, that wasn’t right—Alex Greco glanced around the luxurious sitting room at the many different faces of the world she had married into. Not willingly. No, her father had come home one day, sat her down, and told her that he had big plans for her. Whenever he had big plans for her, she knew they were lies. The truth was, he had big plans for himself. Not that she hated her father. Liam Smith was a scary man. Abandoned as a child, he grew up on the streets and fought his way out, earning himself a reputation and wealth that rivaled the mafia family she was currently sipping drinks with.
No champagne, not for her. A bad experience on her eighteenth birthday put an end to her alcohol-drinking days. Now, she kept to water or juice. Nothing alcoholic.