Arranged marrage – Sam Crescent

Blurb

Galina is about to marry a monster. A bully. The guy who made most of her high school life miserable.

Mikhail Belsky is the son of the man who rules the Belsky Bratva. He’s a dangerous man, but what he wants, he gets. When it comes to Galina, he will not allow her to marry anyone else. She will belong to him. Gone are the cruel jokes, the mocking laughter, and in its place is a man determined to have her at his side.

Mikhail has never hated Galina. He bullied her because he couldn’t have her. When he learned who Galina was meant to marry, he knew he couldn’t allow her to fall to that fate, so he gave his father an ultimatum.

If his father wanted the Belsky Bratva to flourish, then he’d get Galina, but if his father gave her to someone else, Mikhail would see to it that the Belsky name crumbled.

Galina belongs to him.

Excerpt:

In a shocking twist of events, she and Mikhail were the same age, well, a year apart. She was twenty-one, Mikhail was twenty-two, but she already knew he was considered one of the scariest men around. Rumor had it, he had his first kill at twelve years old. The circumstances surrounding that kill were a little confusing, but even still, she had looked in those eyes while he’d been threatening her, and known. His eyes were those of a killer.

For years this man had bullied her.

They didn’t go to a normal school, but one specifically for members of the Bratva, known as Belsky High. Yep, the school was owned by him, so no matter what he did or said, Mikhail was in charge. Teachers were afraid of him. They had no choice but to go to a private school, because the Belsky Bratva trusted no one. They rarely allowed outsiders in, and if an outsider went to high school with them, they were in for a rough ride.

Mikhail had hated her on sight. She didn’t know if it was because of the way she looked, seeing as she wasn’t a slender blonde, but even at a young age, she’d been … fat. Ugh, she hated that word, even her mother hated that word, and insisted she wasn’t fat, she was curvy.

She heard a lot of people talking, and knew many insisted she was fat.

Mikhail, her future husband, grabbed her hand and locked their fingers together. She had no choice but to follow his lead, as he lifted their raised hands.

The Nikitins and Belskys had always been close. Their fathers were the best of friends, and she had gotten used to Mikhail being around her home quite regularly. Mikhail was friends with her brother Peter, even though there was a five-year age gap, and Peter was the older of the two.

Boris, Mikhail’s father, was suddenly there, nudging them onto the dance floor. This was the last thing she wanted. Her smile was starting to hurt her face.

The music started up, something slow, romantic, which made Mikhail put his arms around her and pull her close. She wanted to cringe.

“I never knew you would look forward to marrying me,” Mikhail said.

There was nothing she could do while they had an audience. Her mother had told her to be very careful with her stance, especially at events like these. There were too many vultures waiting to surface, and she had no choice but to keep a smile on her face and look like the doting, loving, fiancée she’d become.

“I don’t want to marry you. Trust me, this is not for me at all.”

He leaned in close and tutted against her ear. “Come on, Galina, you don’t have to be that way. I always knew back in high school you were tempted by me. You couldn’t resist me.”

“In your dreams.”

“And now your dreams are becoming a reality.”

She wasn’t going to slap him. Her parents would be so pissed with her if she did. Mikhail was doing this on purpose to get a rise out of her.

On the night of their engagement party, her father had told her they were going to a formal event. From the moment they walked through the main doors, it had been one surprise after another.

Galina tried to ignore him, but Mikhail had always been a master at getting under her skin.

“You know what this means?” Mikhail asked.

“What?”

“That I was right when I said one day soon, I was going to fuck you until you begged and screamed for it. I was right.”

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Toxic

Satan’s Death Riders M.C

Blurb

Rosalie knew her father was part of an MC club, a vile disgusting group of men. To protect her mother, she has no choice but to marry a man her father has chosen.

Colt doesn’t want to create peace. Satan’s Death Riders MC doesn’t settle, they do not bow down, but for now, his father has told him to marry the daughter of his enemy. He personally vows to make her life miserable. This will be a great way for him to pass the time before he gets the chance to kill her father. They claim she’s a virgin, but they’re liars. No slut of the Evil Fuckers MC is pure.

But Rosalie is nothing like her father. She’s just a pawn. Someone he can use. What will happen when she becomes more than just a pawn, more than someone he can use?

She wants her father dead as much as Colt does. Maybe they can work together. All she wants is for her mother to be free, for them to no longer live in fear. It’s an easy deal to make, but even Colt didn’t see what was coming.

Excerpt:

“Daemon is way too strong and powerful. There is no out for me. I know that. Only when he’s done with me will I find peace.” Gabrielle smiled. “But I see a brighter future for my daughter. If you give her a chance, I think you could make her a very happy woman.”

Petal hit the window. “What’s keeping you guys?”

Gabrielle chuckled. “You’re not a patient person, are you, Petal?”

“My Sunday plans have been changed so I’m feeling a little … tender.”

Colt climbed out of his car as his mother opened the door. Gabrielle walked over to Kim, and he watched the two embrace.

Petal had her arms folded and glared at him.

“I want to talk to Rosalie,” Colt said.

“And you think I’m going to allow that?” Petal asked.

“It’s fine,” Rosalie said. “I’ll be fine.”

Petal shook her head. “Yeah, maybe when you look in the mirror, you’ll see how fine you look.”

Rosalie chuckled but Petal left them alone.

He stared at Rosalie who once again had her hands thrust into the pockets of her jeans.

“What do you want?” she asked.

“To talk to you.”

“This is not part of our arrangement. Friday nights is what we agreed.”

He held his hands up in surrender. “Is it wrong for me to want to talk to my wife?”

“Colt, you and I don’t have that kind of relationship, so I’m going to say yes.” She pulled her hands out of her jeans. “What is all this?”

“An olive branch.”

Rosalie laughed. “So I tell you truth about who my father is, and all of a sudden you want to be friends?”

“I want us to be allies, Rosalie. Is that so hard to believe?”

“Coming from you, yes.”

“Look, I don’t know what your father is up to, and I can only imagine it’s not very good.” He looked toward the house and then stepped in front of her. “I’m aware of the deal you made him.”

She tilted her head to the side. “I doubt that.”

“You’ll get pregnant and he’ll leave your mother alone. It doesn’t take a genius to work out that you’ll do anything for your mother. Marry a guy you don’t know, and fuck him every Friday in the hope of getting pregnant.”

“So, now that your genius brain has figured that out, what are you hoping to do? Make a deal with me? What?”

Colt took a deep breath. This woman was infuriating. He didn’t quite believe her mother that she was a kind and gentle person. So far, she had made him do nothing but work at every single task when it came to her.

“Your father is up to something,” Colt said. “And I know you care about your mother, so I’m proposing that you trust us.”

“No. I don’t trust any of you. You agreed to this marriage, this treaty pact, or whatever it is.”

“We can protect your mother from him. The whole club. You’re trusting Daemon’s word, and you can’t always be with your mother. The club has a lot of men, Rosalie. We can protect her from him.”

Rosalie stared at him and slowly folded her arms across her chest. “And what do you want in return?”

Colt looked at her. “You’ve got to come and live with me, spend time at the Satan’s Death Riders MC, make this marriage work.”

She shook her head. “Fuck, no. Don’t you see, that is exactly what he wants. He will want me to try and get information out of you and I’m not doing that. I’m not getting between the two clubs.”

“I’ll protect you.”

“No, you won’t.” Rosalie shook her head.

“He killed my sister,” Colt said.

Rosalie stopped and turned toward him. She had been about to enter the house but he had to stop her.

“I want to see him six feet under. I want him to suffer and pay for what he’s done. He didn’t pull the fucking trigger, but he ordered the killing.”

He was right in front of her now and looked her in the eyes. Rosalie had no choice but to tilt her head back to look at him.

“He’d been trying to take me out … but I had to hold her in my arms as she died, Rosalie.”

“I’m so sorry,” Rosalie said.

“And I want to make him pay. I’ve been treating you like shit and I know I shouldn’t have. You had nothing to do with this, and for that I’m sorry. You shouldn’t have to pay for his sins.”

“And just like that, you expect me to believe this?” Rosalie asked.

“I want you to think about it. I’m offering you protection. The club, all of it. For you and your mother and for Petal.”

Rosalie looked at him and then bowed her head.

“He wants me to get pregnant. It’s been three months and he keeps telling me that if I fail, he will hurt my mother.”

He went to take her hand but Rosalie pulled away.

“Trust me.”

“How?” Rosalie asked. “How can I trust you when I don’t even know you?”