Free His Captive Bride by Suzanne Steele Page A

deported.
    Drake leaned in and snarled, “The Mother fucker kidnapped my wife!”
    What the hell is he talking about, we are not married?
           Antonio squinted, “Kidnapping is a strong word Drake, I wouldn’t consider what he did to be kidnapping. It was a stupid move by a street punk. Having him deported and shipped back to his country will send a two-fold message, it will send the message that: you have Antonio and Ricardo Ramirez backing you up, and in this city my friend that carries clout. It will also send the message here in the states and into Central and South America, that we have a united front.”
    Drake leaned back and ran his tongue over his teeth, “I’m going to let this go, because of the fact that I am dealing with you and your brother. If this was anyone else, I would kill him.”
    The men held their glasses up and clicked them stating: ‘Salud.’
    The deal was done and there would be no more bloodshed, in this instance.
    Though Drake had avoided bloodshed a nd retaliation, Mandissa had still put him in a situation of ‘owing’ Antonio Wayne. Drake didn’t like to owe anyone. Mandy would be paying for this little fuck up. Drake was in no way done with her.
     
                                                                         
     

Chapter Fifteen
                           “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.”
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

 
Epilogue:
    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…
     
     

Prologue:
    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