Step Bride:A Bad Boy Mob Romance

By: B. B. Hamel

It was him, the man in the suit. He smirked down at me. “Dance?” he asked.

I looked at Pacey. She just stared, dumbfounded.

I knew I had already made the decision as soon as I felt his hand on me. It sent shivers along my back, and one glance in his eyes only confirmed it. He was stunning, handsome, and serious looking, the kind of guy I always imagined but never actually met.

And I had decided to say yes. No more avoiding fun because I was scared of being like my mother.

“Okay,” I said.

He pressed his body against mine. Pacey melted away into the crowd, disappearing from view. For some reason I didn’t care, though, and I began to dance with my handsome stranger.

“I saw you staring at me,” he said in my ear.

“I wasn’t staring.”

“You were. It’s okay. I like that you want me.”

“I don’t want you.” He was being so forward, so cocky.

“What’s your name?”


“Natalie. I’m Lucas Barone.”

“It’s nice to meet you.”

I could feel his cocky smirk against my ear. “I know it is.”

We kept dancing, our bodies pressed together.

I had no clue what I was getting myself into. I didn’t care, and I refused to think about it. Instead, I was letting myself have fun, letting myself finally relax.

And Lucas seemed nice.

Handsome and confident, maybe even cocky, but nice.

Boy was I so wrong about that.

“You know you’re the sexiest thing in here?” he said to me. “That dress makes me want to tear it off. It makes me want to taste you,” he said. As we danced, he said things to me that nobody had ever said before, things that made my knees feel weak and my body feel electric.

Finally, after what felt like forever, when he asked if I wanted to see more of the strip, I knew I should say no.

He was a total stranger. I didn’t know him. But he was so confident, so cocky, and he had that irresistible swagger and body.

So instead of doing the responsible thing, the right thing, I said yes. I sent a quick text to Pacey, and then I let him take me by the waist and lead me out into the cool Vegas night.

I didn’t expect the limo. Or the bodyguards.

I didn’t expect anything at all.

How could I have known?

Chapter Two: Lucas

“You’ve been a liability for this family for too long, Lucas.”

I stared at the old man, keeping my face passive, trying not to let him know how much he disgusted me. The room smelled like polished wood and cigar smoke, just like he did.

“You think you can take over the business the way you’ve been behaving?”

“I’m efficient.” I smiled slightly.

“You’re brutal and violent. That’s what the captains say, at least. Yes, you get your job done, and you often do it very well. But you bring far too much attention to the family and you know it.”

It was the same argument I had heard time and time again.

My father was old. He was part of the old guard, and he was getting up there in years. No matter how many young girlfriends he had, he was still an old man.

“You need to settle down,” he said. “You need to become a respectable man.”

“I have respect,” I said softly.

“Not the kind that I care about.”

I wasn’t interested in my father’s respect. I had the respect of the bosses, of the muscle, of the captains. And if not their respect, then their fear. I ran my operation seriously and brutally, and nobody questioned me.

Nobody except my father, the head of the Barone Crime Family.

“Son, you cannot take over my position the way you’ve been acting. It simply cannot happen.”

I sneered at him. How dare he tell me that I couldn’t take over the business? I’d been running the business essentially single-handedly while he grew fat on his lazy ass. I was out in the streets hustling for him, for the business, day in and day out. Maybe he disagreed with my methods, but the results spoke for themselves.

“You can’t stop this, old man,” I said.

“I can,” he answered, his anger rising. “And I will. Unless you do as I tell you.”

“And what do you want me to do, father?”

“Get married.”

I stared at him, surprised. “Married? Are you joking?”

He sighed. “You’re too wild, Lucas. You’re running around as if you’re invincible. You need a family to soften you, to make you into a true businessman.”

I laughed out loud at the absurdity and the hypocrisy. “You’ve been single for years, father, and you think I need a wife?”

“Your mother passed, God bless her soul.” He paused, smiling. “But I’m not single any more.”

That gave me pause. “What are you talking about?”

“This has not been made public yet, but it will soon. Do you remember Camilla?”

I nodded. “Of course. That two-bit reality TV star you were banging.”

The anger returned. “She’s your stepmother now, and you’ll respect her.”

I gaped, not sure whether I wanted to laugh or yell. How could the old man be so fucking stupid? Camilla Taylor was a notorious party girl and socialite, despite being a mother and in her forties. Despite her being twenty years younger than my father, she had also already inherited one fortunate and had completely spent it all on expensive clothes, houses, and cars.

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