Married to the Mob: Fighting for Freedom Teaser

I was trying, fruitlessly, to sleep in the guest bedroom at Anthony and Nina’s condo. I checked my phone in the darkness. Charlie was curled up in a pack and play by the window, sleeping contentedly while I fretted about his father. Anthony had texted me at two in the morning, explaining that they were going to a home in Long Island. My husband was a hero. He’d saved a teenage girl from the clutches of the Russian Bratva.

I was proud of him, but pissed off as hell. What if he got caught? What if the cops pin … I don’t want my husband to go to jail.

Fuck!

The door opened to the bedroom and my husband walked in. He had changed from his dress clothes, which were probably destroyed after the incident tonight. He was in a pair of black jeans and a tight black long-sleeved t-shirt, draping a black leather jacket over the chair in our bedroom. “Edward …” I whispered, sitting up.

“Cara,” he breathed, kicking off his shoes and crawling up the bed. He pulled me into his arms and held me tightly. I could smell his body wash and cologne. I slid my hand up his chest, to his jaw. He captured my hand, kissing the palm of my hand. “I’m okay, Bella.”

I moved up and straddled his legs. I ran my fingers through his damp hair. “Are you sure? What happened?”

He sighed, cupping my face and looked into my eyes. “We did what needed to be done, cara. The Bratva are truly monsters. They sold a fifteen-year-old girl on the black market. She was kidnapped from her high school after a musical rehearsal. Her hair was shorn and some old man in Moscow purchased her for five million euro.”

“Oh my God,” I gasped. “Was she hurt?”

“Not physically. Her hair was cut off, but she didn’t appear to be injured. She had some blood on her clothing, but it was from her struggling with her abductors. She kicked them hard in the nose and face, causing them to bleed,” Edward explained. “She fought back, but they were easily three times her size.”

I frowned, sliding my arms around his neck and snuggled closer to him. His hands rested on my ass. “I’m glad you got to her in time.”

“I was afraid that we wouldn’t,” Edward said. “The guy who took her was off the rails. Very sloppy and emotional. It was his downfall.” He took my face into his hands. “If something like that happened to you or to Charlie … I don’t know what I’d do. Fuck, I’d move heaven and earth to save you.”

“Just like I did to save you,” I replied, kissing him tenderly.