His Captive Bride (11 page)

                      
“I’m not marrying you Drake! You can’t force someone to marry you.”

Though Drake’s demeanor remained calm there was a seriousness about it that let Mandissa know
, Drake would get what he wanted in the end. Drake always got what he wanted when it came to Mandissa—and what Drake wanted—were his claws so deeply embedded into her that she could never escape.

“
If you want custody of my daughter, then it is necessary for you to marry me. This issue is non-negotiable Mandissa. You fucked up by going back down to Mid-Way. You put me in a situation of being indebted to one the most ruthless men in the country. Drake leaned in interlocking his fingers and stretching his arms out towards Mandissa, “The conversation is over. Let’s just consider this penitence for your sin of disobedience.”

Mandissa eyed her Hu
sband asleep on the couch. Their four year old daughter had climbed up on his chest and fallen asleep with him.

She
shifted in the chair trying to get comfortable as she ran her hand over her swollen stomach just to feel the baby move. She loved him already and she wondered how much like his father he would be.

Drake had insisted that she marry him when they had adopted their daughter and she hadn’t regretted
it one bit. Maybe it was what she needed, because she never would have married anyone without being forced. What some women might consider obsession or control, Mandissa considered to be love. Yes, you couldn’t have one without the other in her mind. Drake had been just what she needed at a time in her life that she wondered if she would ever be normal. “Screw it,” she thought. Being normal is over rated anyway. She shifted once again, as she felt the baby move. Yes, life was good, very, very good…

Carl:
My birth name was, "Mathias Novak" I had changed it when I
left New York at a young age and relocated to California.
You see, "Carl Sims" sounded much more Americanized and it
would keep me from being viewed as a mobster, or a thug.
I like to think of myself as a business man with an edge and
the words mobster and thug carry a stigma with them that I did not want to be
associated with.
Being of European descent I am very particular.
I am a polished man, a very precise man and perfected at
anything that I do.
Not just any woman has the capability to snag my attention,
it takes a certain something if you will and women like Katrina are few and far
between.
I have no intention of letting Katrina get away from me.
Then there was also the issue of the diary, I will be
keeping Katrina on a short leash...
Katrina:
Giving that diary back would be admitting that I had
stolen it and used it to write my story.
 It meant
admitting that my novel which had now become a worldwide, phenomenal best
seller; was nothing more than a hoax.
This created a grave problem, it meant losing a lot of
money and worse than that, it meant my reputation as a writer would be ruined.
I had no choice, I would have to try and charm this
snake, somehow, some way, into not ruining all that I had worked for.

The Diary
is available on Amazon:
http://www.amazon.com/Captive-Dark-Erotica-Suzanne-Steele-ebook/dp/B00K0Y09ES/ref=la_B00C9L6YRQ