Married to the Mafia Beast: A Forced Marriage Italian Mafia Romance, page 1
MARRIED TO THE MAFIA BEAST
A Forced Marriage Italian Mafia Romance
MARIA FROST
Sloane Cameron Publishing
Copyright © 2024 Maria Frost
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Trigger Warnings
Married to the Mafia Beast contains the following tropes and potential triggers:
Tropes:
Instalove
Age gap
Forced marriage
Virgin heroine
Touch her and die
Italian Mafia
OTT jealous/possessive hero
He falls first
Potential Triggers:
Cursing
Sex on the page
Violence on the page
Death of minor characters
Domestic violence
Corporal punishment (spanking)
Sexual assault threat
Contents
Blurb
1. Abigail
2. Abigail
3. Carter
4. Carter
5. Abigail
6. Carter
7. Carter
8. Abigail
9. Carter
10. Abigail
11. Carter
12. Abigail
13. Abigail
14. Carter
15. Abigail
16. Abigail
17. Carter
18. Carter
19. Abigail
20. Abigail
21. Carter
22. Carter
23. Abigail
24. Carter
25. Carter
26. Abigail
27. Carter
28. Abigail
29. Carter
30. Abigail
31. Carter
32. Carter
33. Abigail
34. Abigail
Mailing List
Acknowledgments
Also by Maria Frost
Blurb
I owe him money but he's not collecting in cash.
He’s marrying me instead.
A possessive monster just burst into the most important meeting of my life.
Ripped the clothes straight off my back.
Carried me out to his helicopter kicking and screaming.
And if my father doesn’t clear our debts?
I'm going to be dragged down the aisle.
But my family refuse to deal with Carter Rossi.
Which means my gorgeous captor is free to carry out his threats.
Redden my behind and then rip my V-card into a million tiny pieces.
Make me his wife.
Claim every single inch of my trembling body.
Whether I want him to or not.
ONE
Abigail
The murderous glare in their eyes is unmistakeable.
I was hoping to walk out of here with a job offer but I get the horrible feeling I might be leaving in a coffin instead.
The silver-haired man in his sixties is clearly in charge. He stands with his back to me, staring out at the Hudson River far below, his hands clasped behind him.
“I’m Eric Thompson, CEO of Zentek Security,” he says without turning around.
“I know who you are,” I reply.
“Of course. You accessed our files. Take a seat, Miss Marconi.”
There’s only one chair left empty at the boardroom table. The other seats are occupied by suits, all of them glaring at me as their boss continues talking.
“When I heard what you did, my immediate reaction was fury.” He spins abruptly, his gaze sharp and assessing as he waves a handful of printouts at me.
“Hacking into our system and then calling me on my unlisted number to leverage a job interview? If I had my way, you’d be at the bottom of the Hudson by now.”
He sighs. “But my boss demanded I grant you this interview, so here we are."
I can’t stop my eyebrows from raising. As far as I knew, this guy was the CEO of Zentek. Head of the biggest cyber-security firm in New York. Who could possibly be giving him orders?
He smiles coldly, reading my mind. “I’ve just heard he’s coming in person to speak with you.”
An audible gasp ripples around the room. Whoever his boss is, he clearly scares this shit out of this lot.
Thompson continues. “For now, let’s focus on you. When you hacked into our system did you think we’d be pleased to hear you openly admitting it?”
A woman with a fawning smile gets to her feet, hands clasped together. “I think what Mr. Thompson is saying is we need a little more information before we can make a decision about hiring you.”
“I can speak for myself, Jessica,” Mr. Thompson replies, his gaze still fixed on me. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t call the cops right now.”
I lean back in my seat. “I’ll give you two reasons,” I say. “One, you need a more secure system and I’m the only one who can provide it. Two, by the sounds of it, you don’t get to decide shit around here. Your mysterious boss does.”
He frowns and then barks out a laugh. “You’ve got confidence, I’ll give you that.” He waves the printouts at me. “You’ve also got my attention with your little stunt. How do we improve our system?”
“Hire me and I’ll tell you.”
He sinks into a steel chair, staring at me. “I looked into your background. Twenty-four years old. Never been to college. Self taught security expert. Built the alarm system they still use at the Manhattan museum when you were eighteen. No boyfriend, no social life. The stereotypical IT geek. No interests but work.”
“What’s your point?”
“We don’t just check the usual records. You didn’t mention in your call that you were part of the Marconi mafia family until you ran away aged eighteen. You still in touch with your father?”
“I haven’t spoken to him for six years.”
“You sure?” He smiles coldly, glancing at his watch. “Your father would pay handsomely for access to our system. We secure half the banks in the city. Sure he didn’t send you?”
“Of course not.”
He glances at his watch. “You can tell me the truth now or my boss can force it out of you.”
The door bursts open and the last person in the world I expect to see walks in.
Carter Rossi.
My blood turns to ice.
He fills the doorway, towering and broad, every inch of him commanding immediate attention. His tailored jet black suit hugs his muscular frame in a way that speaks of expensive tastes and a lifestyle that matches.
His face is ruggedly handsome, with strong, classic Italian features: a firm jawline dusted with a shadow of stubble, high cheekbones, and deep-set eyes that seem to pierce straight into my soul.
Those eyes, dark and intense, scan the surroundings with a predatory alertness that sends a shiver down my spine.
He looks as good as the last time I saw him, the night before I left home. The charity gala where it all went wrong. Carter had not long become Don of his family, his parents had died four years before. He looked gorgeous that night and my father noticed me looking at him.
I got yelled at more than I ever had before. Told me I wasn’t marrying the enemy so I needed to stop drooling over him. Told me he had plans for me, an arranged marriage to whoever made the best offer.
I blink and the argument comes flooding back. Father telling me I’m nothing but an asset. Me saying I’m leaving. Him laughing, telling me I’ll be back within weeks when I realize things cost money.
I never went back. Never saw my father or Carter Rossi again. Until today.
Carter moves closer, the light catching a silver watch on his wrist—sleek, understated, but likely worth more than most people’s cars.
His presence is overwhelming, a silent storm of charisma and menace, making him utterly terrifying and inexplicably captivating all at once. I remember that teenage crush I had on him and my heart flutters.
“Don Rossi,” Mr Thompson says, fear evident in his voice. “She won’t talk. I did try.”
“Not hard enough,” Carter replies in that deep rumble of his, still staring at me. “On your feet, Ms. Marconi.”
I stand, my chair scraping back sharply. “What’s going on?” I ask. “Why are you here?”
I glance at Mr. Thompson, and see he’s deathly pale, his pallor waxy. Carter is reaching into his jacket pocket. Is he going for a gun?
I freeze, fearing the worst. But it’s not a pistol he whips out, it’s a scanner of some kind. Carter waves it over my body until it beeps loudly. “Thought so,” he says with a cold smile.
Carter stares into my eyes like he’d like to murder me in front of everyone here.
“You’ve been a bad girl, haven’t you?” he continues. His stare pins me like a butterfly to a board. “Marconi had you hack the system but you didn’t find enough. So he sent you to gather evidence against me, didn’t he? Could have paid his debt like a man but sends his daughter instead to find some dirt on me.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” My words sound weak b
“Are you gonna tell me that you’re wearing that wire for an innocent reason?”
I stiffen, my face heating. Panic claws at my insides but I manage to maintain my composure as I lie. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m just here for a job interview. That’s all. I could have sold the shit I found to one of your rivals but I brought it to your attention instead. You should be thanking me.”
Carter nods to one of his men. Before I can react, they grab my arms. Carter rips open my blouse a moment later, sending buttons flying, exposing my bra to the entire room.
“What the hell are you doing?” I ask as he yanks it from my shoulders. “I’m going to sue,” I yell. “You can’t do this to me.”
“You should be pissed at your father, not me. He sent you here, knowing what I do to people who wear wires.” He stares at my chest, scowling as he does so. “Where is it?”
“I’m not wearing a wire,” I shout. “I told you.”
He spins me around so I’m facing the table, shoving my back until I’m bent over it. He rips my skirt from my body. “What’s this?” he asks, “a fucking loose thread?” He grabs the back of my panties, pulling them down my ass to my knees.
“Get the fuck off me,” I say, squirming to get free but his men are holding me too tightly. He shoves his huge hand between my legs, yanking the wire free. The tape rips away from my buttock, making me wince as he jerks the rest of the wire free. Humiliation floods me, hot and angry.
His eyes flash with triumph as he dangles the tiny microphone in front of me. “Care to explain what the fuck this is if it’s not a wire? A fucking sex toy?”
I can’t believe this is happening. Two minutes ago I was hoping to get a job here, put my mafia past behind me for good. Now I’m trapped in the arms of my worst enemy and I’m naked except for my bra and shoes.
“Someone call the cops,” I say, still fighting to get free from the men holding my arms. “Please, help me.” One of the men sneers at me, licking his lips.
“Too late for that,” he says. “Marconi bitch.”
Carter speaks over him. “All of you, out now. That includes you, George.”
“But boss, what if she tries to hurt you?”
“She’ll fail. Out.”
The room empties in seconds, people scrambling for the door like they think he might shoot them if they stay.
Carter’s hand remains in the small of my back, pinning me in place as his goons reluctantly let go of my arms.
The door closes a moment later with a heavy thud, and that’s it. I’m alone with Carter Rossi.
TWO
Abigail
His free hand slaps down on my bare ass, sending a stinging shockwave through my body. “What makes you think you’re in charge around here?” he asks as he spanks me a second time.
“You walk into my building wearing a wire. You come into my business and try to gather intel on me. You think I won’t notice, won’t punish you?”
With each sentence he spanks me harder, still ranting. “He thought if he sent your sexy ass to me, I’d be too prick-teased to check your last name?”
He lifts my shoulders, standing me upright, shoving my hands onto the top of my head. “That I wouldn’t bring a scanner to find the fucking wire stuck to you? Don’t fucking move.”
I freeze, my hands trembling, fingers meshed together, my ass stinging from where he just spanked me. My panties slip down to my ankles but he doesn’t seem to care about my modesty. He glances at the printouts scattered across the desk.
His brows quirk upward. “Where’d you steal this system from?”
“I didn’t steal it,” I reply, bristling at his rudeness. “They’re my designs.”
He laughs coldly. “You expect me to believe that?” He taps the nearest blueprint. “This is triple layer structured with predictive capability. This is three steps higher than military grade.”
He looks me in the eyes and I feel like my life is about to be forfeited. “You’ve got one chance to walk out of here alive. Tell me the truth right now. Why are you here?”
I glare at him, my fear tempered by fury at his dismissive attitude. “I hacked the system here because it had flaws. I offered to fix them if I was hired. I had no idea you owned the place. Trust me, if I did, I’d have gone elsewhere.”
He eyes turn so cold, my heart almost stops. “You’d be dead if you were a man,” he says without a hint of emotion. “You failed to mention the wire. Why’d you need that for a simple job interview?”
“I wanted to tape it so I could play it back later and see if I fucked up anywhere, all right? I get nervous speaking in public.”
“So you stuck it to your thigh instead of your chest? That’s bullshit.”
“I stuck it there so it was out of the way. When it was on my chest, it was visible through my blouse. I didn’t want anyone to ask questions.”
“A likely story.” He leans back, fingers under his chin, staring at me and saying nothing for a long time. “I think you wanted a recording of Thompson’s voice to help you get into the vault.”
“How would his voice get me into a vault?”
“You going to pretend your hacking didn’t tell you about the voice activated door locks?” He shakes his head. “My people said I should just kill you. Why shouldn’t I?”
“The Carter Rossi I knew had a code about killing women.”
“And the Calvin Marconi I know should have paid me back instead of using his daughter like this.”
“I haven’t spoken to my father in six years.”
“So you say. We’ll soon find out if that’s true. You’re coming with me.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you.”
He shoves me back over the table, his hand whipping down onto my ass. “You are once again under the mistaken assumption that you have a say in anything that happens here.”
He spanks me again. “Does it feel like that’s the case? Or does it feel like you’re a naughty fucking girl who should never have walked in here wearing a wire.”
His thick fingers rub my inner thighs, drawing a gasp from the back of my throat. “Me, I hope he doesn’t pay. That gives me an excuse to claim that gorgeous pussy of yours.” He steps back from me. “Now pull up your panties and come with me.”
He’s already over by the door, about to pull it open. “Please,” I say as his fingers hover on the handle. “Don’t make me go out there looking like this, I’m begging you.” I yank my panties back into place but my blouse is still shredded on the floor.
He slips his jacket off, wrapping it around my shoulders. “Happy?” He asks.
“Do I look fucking happy?”
“I can always take it back.” He grins. “Thought not.” He yanks the door open. His men step forward at once.
“We’re leaving,” he says to them. “George, make sure no one here tells Calvin. I want this to be a surprise. Tom, with me. We’re going in the chopper.”
Carter grips my arm, leading me through the shocked crowd toward the executive elevator. He inserts a key and the shiny metal doors open at once. “Inside,” he says.
I stand on the threshold. All the training I was given as a kid said the further you get from the location of your kidnapping, the less likely you are to survive. If I’m going to try and run, it has to be now.
He reads my mind, grabbing me around the waist just as I start to move. He lifts me off my feet, carrying me into the elevator as I scream for help.
The doors slam shut before he shoves me on my feet. “You try that again and you’ll be naked for the entire flight,” he says.
“Hold her,” he says to Tom who grabs my arms.
Carter punches a button and the elevator starts to ascend. “Where are we going?” I ask.
“Told you. My place. You’re going to stay there and be a good little girl while your father rustles up the money he owes me. Shouldn’t take him too long if he gives any kind of a shit about you.”
