Owned By the Scottish Mafia Boss

I refuse to be his Mafia Wife,
Not even this baby I’m carrying will change that…

Cal:
Power.
It’s an addiction.
One that comes as naturally as oxygen.
Between that and a pretty lass’s legs wrapped around my neck,
I don’t know which one gets me harder.
It’s not in my reputation to “settle,”
But f@*k it;
What can I say,
An old family friend made me an offer I couldn’t refuse.
I see Daisy as a long-awaited present.
One that I intend to savor.
She can fight it all she wants,
But Daisy will become my bride.
And good little wives always obey their husbands . . .

Daisy:
A girl like me,
Born into a dark underworld,
Doesn’t do normal.
Yet, despite my messed-up upbringing,
I never expected Daddy to do this:
Ship me off to goddamn Scotland.
He said it was for my “protection,”
But that was bullshit.
He sold me off.
Cal might be smoking hot
And ripped every which way to Sunday,
And maybe I let my desire get the better of me once . . .
Twice . . .
Multiple times . . .
But I refuse to become his mafia wife.
And nothing,
Not even this baby I’m carrying,
Will change that…