Bred by the Mob: Better Off Bred, #3

By J.D. Masterly

Ava's husband owes the mob millions, and he's put her body up as collateral. But Ava cuts a deal of her own with the darkly handsome mob boss, Carlo Cordano. She'll give him her body and her womb to do with as he pleases, cuckolding her deadbeat husband. In exchange, Carlo will wipe the debt completely if she becomes pregnant. But Ava soon finds her self in a carnal world of sex, lust, and desire far more seductive than anything she could have imagined.

• Language: English
• Publisher: J.D. Masterly
• Release date: Jun 30, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005155780

J.D. Masterly

I write sizzling hot erotica about people who just wanna fuck! Whether you like threesomes, foursomes, group sex, gangbangs, bondage, partner swapping, hot wife, impregnation, free use, public sex, or all the above, I've probably got some stories for you. I also like messy sex. The messier the better. To be blunt, I write stories with spunk!

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Bred by the Mob

I DIDN’T THINK THE mob still had their hand in Atlantic City. That was just something in the movies, right?

But the mafia didn’t simply have their hand in Atlantic City, they ruled Atlantic City. They ruled the casinos; they ruled the pawnshops; they ruled the prostitution rings; they ruled the fight rings; they ruled the police; they ruled the city council; and they ruled the mayor’s office.

They ruled it all.

And it didn’t help that my husband had a gambling addiction.

We lived an hour away, in Philly. Gary and I would sometimes head down to Atlantic City for a weekend get-away, enjoying the beach, the hotel amenities, the boardwalk, and, of course, the casinos. I was always there to temper Gary’s addiction, reminding him when to call it quits. For the most part, he listened, even with great reluctance.

Hell, even I enjoyed playing roulette and craps. I didn’t lose nearly as much, but I couldn’t be too hard on him when I gambled, too.

Even so, I didn’t think his addiction had gotten out of hand. As far as I knew, he’d only lost a few thousand bucks.

Thus, it came as a surprise when two goons in suits strode up to us as we sat at a casino bar, sipping our drinks.

Mr. Henderman, one goon said. That was our last name. Come with us, please.

Gary turned to face them. What’s this about? Are you with the casino?

The men glanced at each other, then back to Gary. Mr. Cordano heard you were in town. Says he’d like to see you.

Gary nearly spewed his bourbon.

I narrowed my eyes, fidgeting with one of the earrings I wore to go with my black cocktail dress. What are they talking about, honey? Who’s Mister Cordano?

Oh, uh... Gary stammered. He owns some condos. I was uh... Going to surprise you...

My husband was clearly lying. Whoever you’re taking him to see, I’m going with him, I said to the goons.

One of the goons stepped closer, putting his hands behind his back, but blocking me against the bar nonetheless.

You should remain here, Mrs. Henderman, the goons said. For your own well-being.

I clenched my jaw, glaring up at him. He didn’t move.

I’ll be back in a couple of hours, Gary said as he followed the other goon away from the bar. I, uh... I will be back, right?

The goon blocking me remained for a few minutes more. Then he turned and stalked away. Outside, I saw a black Mercedes S-class parked in the porte cochere. The goons got in and the Mercedes drove off with my husband inside.

I texted Gary a dozen times that night, but there was no response. By 2 a.m. I was considering calling the cops. I must have fallen asleep around 4 a.m., and Gary still wasn’t back when I woke sometime around noon.

I had a message from a number I didn’t know: Meet us out front of your hotel at 9 p.m. tonight. Don’t call the police. We own the police.

God damnit, Gary! What the fuck did you get yourself into?

I typed back Understood and nothing more.

Then I took a long shower. I spent the day trying to relax, visiting the bar, and getting something to eat. My messages to Gary went unanswered and my calls went straight to voicemail.

Nearing the time, I put on the business suit I had brought with me. The