by Sam Crescent
She took a deep breath. “Just stop feeling guilty about what happened and move on. It’s all we can really do. I don’t want you to be here because you feel like you have some kind of debt to me. I’m in love with Boss and that’s scary enough. He’s a crazy guy and amazing, and I can’t believe how lucky I am that despite everything we’ve gone through, he’s going to marry me today. I’m happy, Xavier. Against all odds, I’m happy. I know you’re happy too. I’m going to be an aunt. You’ll be a daddy, a damn good one. What’s more, every time you see me, I don’t want you to be thinking about what you couldn’t do as kids. I don’t want to keep being reminded of what was taken from us, Xavier. Our childhoods were stolen from us. Stop trying to steal the chance that we have now as adults.”
Xavier nodded. “I can do that.”
“Good, because I didn’t ask you this as I knew you’d cry on me. Will you walk me down the aisle to your boss?” she asked, smiling. He was the only family she had, so it was only fitting.
“Of course, I’ll walk my sister down the aisle. It’ll be an honor. And he’s more than just my boss. He’s also a friend.” He held out his arm. “By the way, I don’t cry.”
“I can see a tear. It’s right there. You just got to blink and it will slip right down your cheek.”
“You know what your couple’s nickname will be?”
“Nickname?” she asked.
“Yeah, like Brangelina. Graciella and Boss, so it’ll be Gross. I totally agree. The thought of you two together makes me nauseous.”
“Xavier, act your age.” She shook her head.
He chuckled. “I really hope Boss can handle you.”
“He’ll never be able to handle me, but it’s going to be fun to see him try.”
Graciella didn’t want to get married in a church or at the city hall. Instead, she’d asked if they could rent a villa near the ocean so they could have their wedding on the beach. She didn’t expect Boss to own an island or for a priest to be one of the Killer of Kings. That was his name, Priest. He didn’t go by any other name, and she’d yet to hear him speak. Half his face had tattoos, and there was nothing holy about the man.
Boss had his secrets but she knew he was all hers. She had fought him for so long but there was no one else she wanted more. Men had torn her life to shreds, but Boss was determined to put her back together piece by piece. He was her knight in shining armor.
The music started. A small band on the edge of their group sounded like an orchestra. It was incredible. Other Killer of Kings men and their wives were present. Their intimate group of people. This was where she belonged. She didn’t have to run anymore.
Everyone else faded away. All her focus was on the beast of a man in front of her. The man who’d been able to shatter her cold heart and make her hope for a better life, to make her feel true love.
Xavier placed her hand within Boss’s and as he moved to stand beside her, Priest started to talk. His gruff voice garnered everyone’s attention.
She didn’t move. She only had eyes for Boss.
Ever since she was taken, she’d stopped believing in fairy tales. They were just stories kids told themselves. There was never a handsome prince to save you. For the longest time, she had only been able to rely on herself.
Boss was her prince. She saw it now.
With him, she knew deep down she could experience life how it should be.
“Graciella, I will make sure you never regret a moment of being with me. I intend to love, cherish, and help guide you into being the perfect wife for me.” She chuckled as he winked at her. “Meeting you, finding you, it made me realize there’s no one in this world I want more. You blew my entire world apart and I craved it, wanted it, was desperate for a piece of you, any part of you I could take. I’ll love you more than anything else in this world.”
Tears filled her eyes but she didn’t let them spill. He slid the ring onto her finger and she reached for his ring.
“Boss, I never thought I’d be able to believe in love, let alone experience it. When I’m with you, I realize I’ve only been existing. You give me a reason, a purpose to live. I can’t guarantee you our life will be perfect, but it will be pretty damn close.” She laughed. “I’m really not good with speeches.”
Their small crowd laughed. Boss ran his thumb across her knuckles. Priest continued and when he got to the part of kissing her, she was more than happy.
Boss cupped her cheek, brought her close, and his lips covered hers. At that moment, she knew she had made the right choice. There was no one else in this world who had ever come close to making her feel like this. He was everything she could ever want and more.
Their friends cheered for them. Boss wasn’t finished. Both of his hands were on her face, and she wrapped her arms around him, forgetting about their small crowd, getting as close as she could to him.
“I love you, Graciella.”
“And I love you, Boss. You’re never getting rid of me. I hope you can handle that.”
His hands moved down her back, going toward her ass as he pulled her in tight. Their bodies completely flush together, she felt the hardness of his cock. “I can handle everything you dish out.”
“Good, because I don’t feel like dancing, eating, or mingling. Can we go back to our villa? Because I want to make use of every room in it. Let’s make our wedding night the start of our whole new life together.”
Without thanking any of them, Boss scooped her up into his arms and laughed as he carried her across the sand just like the fairy-tale weddings. She didn’t dare look at their friends. Their cheers followed them. Graciella felt carefree and lighter than she’d ever felt. All the burdens and trauma faded in comparison to her newfound happiness.
She never knew what peace was but being in Boss’s arms, married to him, there was no way life could be any more perfect.
Graciella had found her soul mate and she was never going to give him up, not ever.
The End
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BONUS SAMPLE CHAPTER
BRED BY THE MC PREZ
Breeding Season, 5
Sam Crescent and Stacey Espino
Copyright © 2020
Sample Chapter
Pierce Casey, or Forge as most of his club called him, took a long, deep draw on his cigarette and waited for Peterson to arrive. His crew, Hell’s Slaves MC, were behind him, waiting for the son of a bitch to turn up. He didn’t like to be kept waiting.
Peterson owed him a lot of money, and he was tired of the excuses. The only reason he put up with the bullshit was because he happened to find the old man entertaining. The son of a bitch was mayor of this town and happened to have a serious gambling problem. Forge was all about helping those in need. The mayor liked to use his club to deal with certain problems, old skeletons in the closet, and being the nice guy he was, Forge was more than happy to oblige at a cost.
Now the debt was overdue, and Forge and his crew had done what was necessary to keep Peterson’s reputation squeaky clean.
He was bored of the entertainment, and it was time to step it up a notch or two, or even three. He didn’t have any problems hurting the bastard, and in fact, would rather enjoy hearing him squeal. There hadn’t been enough bloodshed in his life of a late, and he was growing tired of being nice.
Just as Forge was about to give up and head back to his clubhouse to plan his strategy with his men, three black cars slowly pulled up across the abandoned plot. He took a final draw on his cigarette before throwing it to the ground and stamping on it.
Stepping
forward, he knew two of his men were by his sides, Dog and Hound. Dog was his VP and Hound his enforcer.
There was no doubt his other men were waiting, hands poised on weapons, prepared to make this very bloody if they had to. Before the night was over, if Peterson had fucked with him, he’d slit the bastard’s throat.
One of the guards opened the back door and Peterson, with all his airs and graces, climbed out, buttoning his jacket as he did.
“You think this is a fucking joke?” Forge asked.
The door of the car remained open as Peterson stepped forward. If Forge didn’t recognize terror so well, he would have assumed the man before him was cool as a cucumber. But he wasn’t. The telltale shaking, the pale face, and overall fear dripped off him. He liked to make men nervous and well, this fucker was exceedingly so. Even with his band of security, it didn’t mean he was safe.
“I apologize for my lateness,” Peterson said.
“Where’s my money?”
“I … I don’t have it.”
Forge tutted. “You know I don’t like it when someone tries to take the piss.” He grabbed Peterson by his jacket, pulling him forward so they were nose to nose. “You better call off your men now!” He spoke slowly.
Peterson’s guards had all drawn their weapons, ready to shoot to kill. Forge had no doubt his men were in exactly the same stance. He trusted them to aim and take their enemies out. What he didn’t know was if Peterson’s men were properly trained or designed to look like fighters. Most of them looked a little too young for his tastes.
“It’s fine. Back off. Lower your weapons,” Peterson said, his voice shaking.
“Now, I’m thinking I break a couple of your arms. Maybe even your legs. I want to hear you scream. Hell’s Slaves are not to be made a fool of, do you understand me?” He’d gladly hear the sound of breaking bones.
“Wait, wait,” Peterson said. Perspiration dotted his brow.
“You think you can order me around?”
“It’s … I have an arrangement that may be suitable for you.”
Forge laughed. “You think you can buy me? The only thing I want is my money.”
“But what if there was something else? Something that is so hard to come by in this day and age. Something only you will ever be able to claim. To own. To possess.”
He hated being a curious bastard. There was nothing he didn’t know about this son of a bitch and yet, here he was, offering him something more, and he was interested.
“Go on.”
“You’re going to need to let me go long enough to arrange it.”
Forge thrust him away from him but didn’t let him go. “This is as far as you’re getting.”
“Fine. Fine.” Peterson looked behind him. His entire body shook as he nodded at one of his men.
Glancing over the man’s shoulder, he watched as someone entered the car. He heard a muffled scream and in the next minute, a woman was pulled from the car. She wore a robe and someone had tied a piece of rope across her mouth, stopping any sound from her.
He noticed how blonde her hair was. It was almost white and it looked soft, silken to the touch. Next, her eyes. They were blue, like a clear ocean, only these were swimming with tears. She wore no makeup. Tears traced down her cheek and he didn’t know why seeing her scared sent a wave of protective need rushing through him. He wanted to protect her.
The man restraining her held her up.
“What is this?” he asked.
“This … is my bastard daughter. No one knows about her but me. This is Beth Peterson. The result of an unfortunate affair with the nanny. As far as anyone is concerned, she works for me. Only those closest to me know who she truly is.”
“And why would I want the offspring you won’t even claim?” Forge asked. “I can get any pussy I want.”
“Exactly. You can have any. I can have a doctor confirm my daughter is … a virgin. No man has ever touched her and I know, I’ve made sure of it. I knew one day she’d come in useful and seeing as you’re surrounded by very loose women, I figured something tight and hot would do the trick.”
With each word Peterson spoke, Forge watched the daughter. She hung her head in shame. She didn’t like her father and what he was doing scared her, but there was something else. She was used to this kind of treatment.
“Open it,” Peterson said.
Without waiting, the guard tore the robe off Beth’s body, showing her to everyone, including his men.
Forge gritted his teeth as he wanted to bash Peterson’s head in. When she tried to cover herself, the guard held her arms out, stopping her from doing exactly that. He wanted to slam his fist into the bastard’s face but he wasn’t going to get the satisfaction. Not today.
Beth’s body was beautiful. Curves in all the right places. Heavy tits. Nice rounded hips. The kind designed to lure a man to hold on to. Breeding hips. For a moment, he wondered how she would look with a nice rounded stomach, full of his child.
“And she’s a virgin. No man has ever touched her. If you’d like, I can get this confirmed for you. You’ll be the first and only man to ever be between her pretty thighs.”
It wasn’t her virginity he was after, or even her body, even though he intended to have both. What Peterson didn’t realize was that he was about to give away a wealth of knowledge. After this, Forge intended to do whatever it took to bring this bastard to his knees. He didn’t like bullies, or any man who thought they could use power like this to fuck with others.
She sniffled.
He wanted to protect her.
“And what do you hope to get of this?” Forge asked.
“The debt wiped clean.”
“No,” Forge said.
“Do you have any idea how much a virgin would gain at an auction?” Peterson asked. “Millions of dollars.”
“I’m taking the girl and I’ll be getting my money. You like your cushy life, don’t you? The power you wield. If you think to take the girl after giving her to me, you’ll be out of office by the morning and your wealth, what little of it you have left along with the power, will be wiped out.” He stepped up close. “Do you want to try me on this?”
“But—”
“An extension is all you get. Nothing more.” He looked toward Beth, seeing her shake. “You lost any power of reducing the bill when you allowed others to look at her. Cover her up.”
The guard quickly put her robe back on and he nodded, satisfied. Holding out his hand, he waited for her to step toward him.
“Do we have a deal or do you want to test my patience even more?” Forge asked.
“Fine. Yes, an extension is exactly what I need. Go, Beth. Be a good girl like I’ve told you to always be.”
She was shoved toward him and he held her close, feeling just how scared she was.
Her tremors angered him. He would take care of her and she was going to tell him every single detail about her father and his business.
****
“You’re nothing but a whore. You were made with a whore and that’s exactly what you are.”
All her life, Beth knew how much her father despised her and his wife. They couldn’t have her mother running off and telling the media how he took advantage of her. So, they’d kept her at home during the whole pregnancy, only for her mother to die giving birth to her, and Peterson had seen it as a way of making millions of potential viewers loving him. He had designs for the big job and to do that, he had to be memorable. So he took in his nanny’s child, and Beth, she rarely went out. They wouldn’t allow her.
She was nothing more than a slave within the Peterson household until there was a need for her to smile at the camera and to pretend everything was okay. She hated pretending. Forcing a smile to her lips so people assumed she was happy.
Glancing around the room she’d been locked in, she felt sick to her stomach.
Her father hadn’t lied.
She was a virgin.
Untouched.
No one had ever give
n her the time of day.
She let out a sniffle, wiping beneath her nose. If she didn’t do exactly as her father wanted, he was going to kill her. She’d been told to distract Forge. To give him whatever he wanted.
Before being dragged into the car, she’d been forced to watch porn. Saw a woman deep throat a man, take him into her pussy and then her ass, before sucking on his cock again. They’d made her watch and told her what she had to do.
She closed her eyes, sitting on the edge of the bed, holding the bathrobe closer to her. Back at the Peterson mansion, after her chores, she had her own little room down at the end of the yard. It wasn’t much. A small house. One bedroom, one kitchen, one bathroom. She loved it. Every single evening, she would leave and pretend like she was only going to a job. Not that she was a prisoner. One day, she hoped to be free. To be far away from the Petersons and to have a life where no one dictated to her what she had to do. She’d yet to achieve that but she had hoped. She always did.
There was no reason to even think about giving up.
Now though, locked in the MC Prez’s bedroom at his clubhouse, she felt even more afraid. He’d looked so angry as he took her. Riding on the back of his bike was one of the most difficult things she’d ever done.
Covering her face, she hoped her body stopped shaking soon. She had to keep telling herself it would all be fine. Her father threatened to have her killed multiple times a week. This was no different. He couldn’t hurt her here.
What if Forge and his men were meant to be the ones to finally kill her? To clean up his twenty-four-year-old mess.