Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 141255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
The Dominator Series, book 2. A dark, arranged marriage mafia romance.
After my brother’s arranged marriage, I found out he wasn’t the only one my father arranged a bride for.
Not long ago, Pop asked me for my marriage wish list.
I said, “Beautiful. Redhead. But she has to want what I want from life. She has to have an insatiable sexual appetite but want kids and a picket fence, too.”
Pop replied with: “How about if she’s all those things because she does exactly what you tell her to do? How about if she’s been schooled in all the way to please a man in and out of the bedroom?”
I thought it was too good to be true.
But my dream girl does exist. She’s waiting for me to pick her up. To be her new Master.
We’re trying to clean up the filthy mess Pop left us with. To live clean. To resist the enticing and dangerous life of organized crime. There’s no way I can accept this gift and keep a woman who was bought for me. I need to pick her up and set her free. Don’t I?
Please read The Dominator before reading Truth or Dare.
2024 edition. First edition published in 2017.
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Prologue
Recently, my father died. He was a hardened criminal and duplicitous liar. He was also a known wise guy, that was part of something larger and more evil than any of us realized. After he died, I took it upon myself to legitimize and then sell the family business so that I and the rest of my siblings could move on.
But little did I know, before his death he’d started the ball rolling on giving me the same kind of gift he’d given my older brother. When news of this gift arrived on my doorstep, my already chaotic world was turned on its axis.
I had just gotten home from my brother’s wedding and I had a to-do list longer than my arm. I told my brother I could handle most of it on my own; I had it under control. I had a few key guys to help me here. He could go, enjoy time with his new bride far away from home, away from secrets and lies and deceit.
He’d been my idol and my best friend all my life and shouldering a lot for the last several years. I wanted to ease his burden.
In our family, he was the heir and I was the spare, so I probably also wanted to prove that I was just as capable as he was.
So after the death of our father Tom Ferrano, my brother Tommy and his new bride Tia were giving a go at starting a fresh life overseas, away from secrets that needed to be kept. My brother decided he needed to be out of sight for a while for a couple reasons.
I, however, was to be back home doing the “laundry” so we could sell off the empire that my father had spent thirty years building. It was for the best. The empire extended to so many dark and dank areas it was better off for all of us to just start fresh. The kind of businesses he was in, though, made it so that we couldn’t just make a clean break. This was why I was cleaning things up first.
Before my father died, he arranged for my brother to get married, gifted him a girl. After I saw the impact of that girl on my brother’s life, I joked with Pop that I wanted a mail-order bride for my upcoming birthday, joked about it with emotions about my now sister-in-law that I should not ever have been feeling.
My father joked back that he was already shopping around and would find me a perfect fit. At least I’d thought he’d been joking.
But when I got home from my brother’s wedding, I found out that before Pop died, he had gotten that ball rolling. He’d gotten things rolling in a way that could not be stopped and that was going to be a problem. A messy problem.
See, Pop was deeply involved in a human trafficking ring, one of the many involvements he’d neglected to tell me and my brother about as he prepared us to take over the family business. We never knew that what he’d had in mind for us was just the top skim off a cesspool of filth he’d been too happy to be wading in. We had suspicions but we had no clue just how filthy it truly was.
Pop and I had a conversation when talking about Tommy and Tia and how my brother went from being the non-marrying kind to devoting himself 100% to the girl my father had arranged for him to have. Pop wouldn’t tell me his motives behind the choice at that point but it all unfolded over the subsequent weeks. A few months before my birthday he had asked me what I wanted in a bride.
“What’s on your wish list, son?” Pop asked.
“Beautiful. Redhead. But she has to want what I want from life. She has to have an insatiable sexual appetite but want kids and a picket fence, too.”
“How about if she’s all those things because she does exactly what you tell her to do? How about if she’s been schooled in all the ways to please a man in and out of the bedroom?”
“That’s too good to be true, Pop. Too bad such a woman does not exist.” I’d laughed and our conversation got cut short.
I’d always wanted a wife and kids. I wanted the picket fence and enough kids to start my own soccer team. But when I caught my fiancée cheating on me with the DJ we’d hired for our wedding my heart went cold and what my sister dubbed my ‘man whore years’ began.
After seeing Tommy’s life change because of falling in love I decided that maybe it was time to open my mind up to the possibilities of connecting with someone again beyond a one-night stand. But when I got home from my brother’s wedding, ready to start the massive job of cleaning up the family business so that I could move on with my life and think about finding my own happily ever after I found out that Pop had already ordered my mail order bride. And I couldn’t cancel that order.