Her Mafia Destiny (Maclean Mafia Men 1)

“We’re home.”

Elizabeth looked out her window to see huge iron gates slide open. They drove up a long drive and stopped in front of a set of stone steps and a huge double wooden door. Several men stood around outside, and they all held big guns.

He got out and reached his hand in. She reluctantly took it and let him pull her out to stand in front of him. It was then that she realized how much bigger he was than her. There was no way she’d be able to fight this man off if she had to.

“Now, listen to me, princess,” Alastair said. “There is no one here who will help you. They are all loyal to me and know if they go against me, I’ll kill them. So if I were you, I wouldn’t even try to ask, or you’ll be responsible for their death.”

She looked away from him and nodded. The thought horrified her, but it didn’t mean she wouldn’t try later if she became desperate enough.

“Come along.”

She hurried to keep up with his steps as he pulled her along. An older man opened the door for them but didn’t even look at her.

There seemed to be people everywhere, but no one seemed concerned about a terrified woman in a nightgown with blood all over her. For God’s sake, what kind of world did he live in?

He led her up some curved stairs to the second floor and down a long wide hallway. Then he opened one of the doors and pulled her in. “This is our bedroom.”

“Wait? What?” she asked and tried to yank her hand away from him. No, she couldn’t handle the thought of sleeping with him. But she also knew deep inside that she’d do anything she had to survive and escape.