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Bound (Book 1): Sokolov Family Mafia, #1
Bound (Book 1): Sokolov Family Mafia, #1
Bound (Book 1): Sokolov Family Mafia, #1
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This is book 1 of the Sokolov Family Mafia series! Books 2 and 3 are 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.

***

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.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateOct 16, 2019
ISBN9781386321545
Bound (Book 1): Sokolov Family Mafia, #1

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    Bound (Book 1) - Zoey Parker

    Bound: A Mafia Romance (Book 1)

    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.

    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.

    Chapter One

    Samantha Black leaned back into the puffy vinyl backing of the corner booth at her neighborhood bar, On The Rocks. Nineties’ rock music thrummed softly, and the crowd was pretty sparse for a Friday night. She smiled at a waiter as he dropped off a plate with her favorite sandwich, the ‘Bacon Bleu Burger’.

    Everything was in place: a tall glass of cold beer, hot food waiting to be devoured, and... She rummaged through her purse, eventually pulling out a worn paperback from its depths. One of her favorite thriller novels.

    This was going to be a perfect night.

    Sam came here on her own normally, but tonight, she’d met up with a group of work friends in celebration for a birthday. Once everyone made a group, albeit drunken, decision to go clubbing, Sam politely bowed out. After a childhood, adolescence and young adulthood full of appearances, galas, and events at the side of her famous investment banker father, Sam preferred to spend her mid-twenties taking it easy – like blending into the background and eating burgers in the back of dive bars.

    The front door opened, and a man strode in. Sam swallowed her burger with a gulp, eyes riveted. Tall, dark, and handsome seemed cliché until she saw this guy. He breathed sexiness into the tired phrase, and his big work boots scuffed over the floor as he headed to the bar. Sam took a sip of her beer, unable to look away. To hell with it. She was going to stare.

    Besides, she at least deserved the eye candy. After making the decision to reel in the socialite lifestyle, that inevitably affected the short list of lovers and curious suitors she’d strung along as well. She hadn’t gotten laid in a while – maybe a year – and while most nights she was content with her hand, this man awakened the urgent pulse of need inside her.

    He had thick, dark, wavy hair, either black or hickory brown – she couldn’t tell in the dim lighting of the bar. He propped up a boot on the foot bar, his gaze sweeping across the room. He had thick, black brows drawn into a concentrated expression, and a jawline that would make a Ken doll weep. Despite his classically handsome features, he carried a darkness with him – more than just black stubble dotting his jaw, or the worn jeans and faded leather jacket. It was more like a shadow. Another shiver of need coursed through her.

    Their eyes locked. Sam froze. She couldn’t even set her beer down. Something

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