Step Bride:A Bad Boy Mob Romance

By: B. B. Hamel

She was a gold digger. Everyone knew that. Everyone except my father, apparently.

“Now that I am married, you will be too,” he continued. “If you wish to inherit my position, you will be married soon.”

I stood up, shaking my head in disgust. “I can’t believe you’d fall for a vapid gold digger like Camilla Taylor.”

He pounded a fist on his desk. “Do not speak of her that way again, Lucas. Do you hear me?”

“I hear only the blustering of a dried-up old man.”

“You will get married!” he yelled after me as I left his office. “You will settle down or get cut out!”

As I walked through the halls of our family estate on the affluent outskirts of Chicago, his words kept ringing in my ears.

The old fool wanted me to get married. He thought marriage could settle me down, but he was wrong.

I didn’t care about marriage. I took the women I wanted and moved on, always a new one. I’d never met a woman that could slow me down for a single second.

I simply possessed what I wanted. I couldn’t imagine tying myself down with marriage.

And yet, the old man still was in charge of the Family, as much as I hated to admit it. One day he’d be too old and infirm to do much, but he was still respected enough to keep control.

A wicked idea came into my head, and I could feel myself already beginning to smile.

If father wanted me to get married, then I’d get married. That was his only order, wasn’t it? All I needed was a marriage certificate and I will have done as he asked and bought myself some time.

What is marriage, anyway, but an empty promise made to some woman that only wanted your money?

Not even marriage could slow me down. I was Lucas Barone, heir to the Barone Crime Family.

As I booked my flight to Vegas, I laughed.

I’d find my wife. I’d take her and make her mine, and then I’d take control of the Family.

Vegas was the perfect place to find her.

I climbed out of the limo and looked at the line in front of my favorite club. It was exclusive and tough to get into, but the bouncers all knew me. Plus, they were good about letting in attractive women, exactly the sort of thing I was looking for.

Time to find a wife, I thought. I gave a nod to my second in command and he grinned back.

“See you inside, Vince.”

“Yeah, boss.”

I didn’t need a bodyguard or anything like that, but I liked Vince. He had been with me for a long time and was basically my number two. It was good to have people around, especially loyal and armed people.

I walked toward the entrance and the bouncer nodded to me.

“Mister Barone,” he said.

“Jimmy.” I flashed him a smile. “Talented in there tonight?”

He grinned hugely. “Very talented. You’ll be pleased.”

I slipped him a twenty as I walked past.

Once inside, I let the beat wash over me.

I didn’t love clubs. I didn’t like the crowds, the assholes, the vapid girls, the annoying staff. But there was nowhere in the world better for picking up the sort of empty-headed club girl that I needed.

I quickly went into the VIP area and got a drink. It was quieter but still packed. I wondered briefly if they were lowering their standards, but it didn’t matter. I wasn’t like all the other rich, spoiled assholes around me. I worked for what I had. Even if my father weren’t the boss of the Family, I’d still be hustling on the streets. I had a better mind and a stronger arm than any other goon out there.

Soon I found myself scouting out the dance floor. Talented, like the bouncer had said, but nothing was interesting me. I skirted around toward the bar again.

“How’s it going, boss?”

I looked over and nodded to Vince. “Not the best in the world.”

“Really?” He looked around. “Seems like plenty of ass in here.”

“I’m looking for a specific kind of woman here.”

“What type?”

I cocked my head at him. “Dumb and easy.” I paused and laughed. “The kind of woman that would marry a fucking mobster like me without getting to know him.”

“I think you’ll find that, boss.”

“We’ll see.”

He leaned back up against the bar and crossed his arms. Good old Vince. I hoped he got laid tonight.

I moved back toward the dance floor, letting the waves of music and motion wash over me.

That was when I spotted her.

Full lips. Green eyes. Long brown hair. Pale, but in a fucking pretty way. She looked way too gorgeous for the club, almost normal, like she wasn’t fucking trying so hard.

For some reason, I felt my cock starting to stir. At a single glance I was already getting hard for her. There was something in her look that drew me toward her. She quickly looked away, but it was way too late.

There was no turning back. I was way too curious.

I moved through the crowd and finally found her. She was dancing with a friend, a perky little blond chick who stopped and stared at me as soon as I rolled up behind them. I put my hand on the small of the girl’s back, and she slowly turned to look at me.

I knew the expression on her face.

Her name was Natalie. And it didn’t take too much dancing before we left the club, heading out to my limo.

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