Mafia Wedding (Criminal Billionaires #3) Read Online Marian Tee

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: Criminal Billionaires Series by Marian Tee
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Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 50080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
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"Can I steal Kayra for a sec?" Tahey pops out of nowhere to take Kayra's hand out of my hold. "I just want to introduce her to a couple of my friends."

Kayra glares at me, but I pretend not to see anything. "Yeah, sure."

She looks at me one last time as Tahey drags her away.

Save. Me.

My lips curve. Not on your life, darling.

I'm sure she's already disemboweling me in her mind by now, but it really killed me when she let slip about how she's never had any friends growing up. Tahey felt just as bad when I told her about Kayra's childhood, and since then she's made it her mission to share all of her friends with the future Mrs. Drake Morrison.

A quick look at where the girls are nearly has me choking on my wine. Kayra, Tahey, and the others are occupying the VIP table closest to the stage, and the way she's seated so stiffly makes her seem like a frigid little wildcat that found itself surrounded by domesticated little tabbies.

So. Fucking. Cute.

It's only been a little over sixty days since we first met, and a lot has happened in that short span of time. Kayra and I paid Thomas a visit to let him know his first matchmaking attempt was a success, and that's when Tahey's father shared with me how the two of them met. Kayra had apparently cold-called the former doctor after hearing about him from Bailey, and yes, she did think it was an absolutely good idea to have a sentenced killer as her therapist.

And speaking of sentenced killers...

Suzanne is also now behind bars, and this time around we've taken steps to make sure she won't be able to buy her way out with her daddy's money. We've provided all of her former boyfriends legal assistance to give them courage to go public about her abusive behavior, and one great thing that came out from all of this is how Milo's story have turned the Yorkshire terrier into a celebrity dog overnight.

Last but not the least, my friends from both the FBI and Strakh now consider Kayra one of them as well, and she's become everyone's unofficial consultant when they need to profile suspects showing psychopathic traits.

I know this may sound like Kayra's starting to seem like a normal woman leading an equally normal life, but—-

Kayra suddenly catches sight of me frowning and cups my face. "What's wrong?" she asks quietly. "Is something troubling you? Do you need to have sex?"

My future wife has also gotten it in her head that the only way to "cure" me out of my frowns is to have sex, and since I can be monstrously devious just like any other man—-

"Yes," I say with utter seriousness. I know it's only a matter of time before she realizes I've been taking advantage of her all along, but until that time comes...

I pretend not to notice the way my friends from both Strakh and the FBI are all rolling their eyes as they watch Kayra starts dragging me to the nearest ladies' room.

I did say from the very start, didn't I?

Normal is fucking overrated, and girls can't get any cuter when someone's "different" like my Kayra.

IT WAS ALREADY HALF past two in the morning when Bastien Havenstein quietly slipped out of the club. Partying had never been his thing, and he had an even worse time than Dmitry whenever he had to pretend he was having the time of his life while clubbing.

He had just gotten inside his car when someone knocked on his window and slipped him a note.

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The man was offering him first dibs for an eighteen-year-old virgin, and the price to 'buy now' was one million dollars.

Bastien's face remained expressionless as he used the QR code printed on the note to wire the requested amount, and in less than a minute a huge duffel bag was being loaded in his backseat.

He drove away without looking back, and it was only when he made it to Strakh's basement parking that he turned around and pulled the zipper down.

A dark-haired girl with doe-like eyes looked up at him with fear. She was completely naked, her mouth gagged, her feet bound, and her hands tied behind her back.

Bastien had always been strictly professional when it came to doing his job, and not once had he felt tempted to cross the line with anyone...until her.

And that was not a fucking good thing at all.

The End

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