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Fraternitas Series by Lee Savino – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.ilovenovels.com Wed, 07 Jan 2026 10:41:00 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=7.0.2 http://www.ilovenovels.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png Fraternitas Series by Lee Savino – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.ilovenovels.com 32 32 His Perfect Poison (Fraternitas #2) Read Online Lee Savino http://www.ilovenovels.com/his-perfect-poison-fraternitas-2-read-online-lee-savino Wed, 07 Jan 2026 10:41:00 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/his-perfect-poison-fraternitas-2-read-online-lee-savino Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Crime, Dark, Forbidden, Mafia Authors: Lee Savino Series: Fraternitas Series by Lee Savino
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Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 116875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 584(@200wpm)___ 468(@250wpm)___ 390(@300wpm)

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She’ll be my captive, my bride, my perfect possession.

From the moment I saw her, I knew she’d be mine.

She looks so sweet and innocent, just my type.

Her father owes Fraternitas a debt, and she’s the one who will pay.

But when she poisons me, I realize… this won’t be so easy. This manic pixie murderer is not going to submit without a fight.

I’ve been fighting all my life. She was meant to be my reward.

I will have Belladonna Bosco as my wife or die trying. And my psychotic bride makes it clear she would love to be the death of me.

This is one fight I cannot lose.

She is my perfect poison. One taste and I only want more.

Book 2 in the Fraternitas series by Lee Savino, an arranged marriage mafia romance starring Kaiser and Belladonna Bosco. Standalone and Happily Ever After guaranteed!

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Prologue

Bella

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I bounce up the driveway to the big brick mansion I now call home. Papa’s black Rolls-Royce is parked in front of the door. I didn’t know he was going to visit; he must be here to see how I’m settling into school.

I pause on the stoop to check myself over. I’m covered in powdered sugar from my visit to the bakery. Papa says I shouldn’t eat donuts for dinner, but I love the sugar high.

I brush the powder off my cute white top and pink plaid skirt. My shoes are white, so the sugar blends right in. I make sure the bakery bag with the rest of the donuts is hidden deep in my backpack before barging into the house.

“Honey, I’m home.” My voice echoes across the polished wood floors. Papa bought this place because it’s close to the university. It was partially furnished, but we really should buy some rugs.

I swing my backpack down and toss it on the couch, then head through the dining room towards my father’s study.

And stop short when I see the three masked men surrounding Papa with scary masks covering their faces.

“It’s all right, Bella,” my father calls before I can scream. He’s standing by his desk, with two of the three men towering over him.

I swallow my scream. My heart is thumping.

“Papa?” I should be freaked out that these sinister-looking men are here. And I am, but I’ve met some scary people in my life because of the business my dad does with them, so I’m a bit more used to it.

Or at least better at hiding my shock.

So on a scale of one to ten, one being chill and ten being “so scared I pass out and pee myself,” I’m at about a five.

Maybe a six.

Okay, seven.

FOCUS, BELLA!

Papa is a small man. He looks meek and mild, but he’s badass in his own way. But right now he looks defeated. His sober expression sends alarm bells ringing in my head.

“What’s going on?” My dad is the only family I have left, and he looks like he’s been told he only has three months to live.

The men standing over him look like executioners. One is tall and slim in a gray suit, wearing a skull mask, but I can’t make out the details because he’s positioned himself in front of the window, right where the light blazes in and blinds me.

My eye moves to the man in the middle. His mask is shiny and black with short devil’s horns and covers his entire face. He’s sitting behind my father’s desk, and that’s almost worse than the scary costume. He’s acting like my father’s office belongs to him. It’s a power move that takes my breath away. “We had some business to discuss with your father,” the man in the devil’s mask says. “And now you.”

“Me?” I suppress a shudder.

I’m definitely at a seven.

“It’s okay, Bella,” Papa says, but his voice is soft. A little sad.

RED ALERT.

“You’re lying,” I say in a small voice. Because Papa lying to me… is the scariest thing of all.

He says nothing. Doesn’t take it back or try to reassure me. Nothing.

My sugar high is turning on me. I’m gonna puke.

The third guy moves in front of me, and my stomach flips over. He’s bigger than all of them. Huge with bulging muscles. I stare up at him, taking in his wavy blond hair and the dark map of his tattoos.

“Calm down,” he says, and his voice is familiar.

Slowly, he leans down. His mask only covers the bottom half of his face. It isn’t smooth and shiny like the others; it’s just a black bandana with a skull design.

Dark blue eyes meet mine. His hair is pulled back into a ponytail, exposing his misshapen ears. Cauliflower ears, I just learned they’re called.

“You,” I gasp.

“Me.” His voice is as deep as I remember. The way he’s looking at me is strangely intimate. Tingles spread through my body.

“What are you doing here?” I ask. I’m still freaking out, but I lean closer to him.

He smells like burgers and French fries. Because this morning he ate at the diner.

Sitting across a table from me.

Now he’s here. To threaten me? I know Papa and I are in danger, but my focus is entirely on the man before me and the strange pull between us. This moment feels familiar. Inevitable.

Slowly, I reach out. My fingers float toward his face, slow enough that he could stop me. He could grab my wrist and overpower me easily.

But he doesn’t.

He lets me reach out. His stormy eyes hold mine as I pull the bandana down and expose his face.

His familiar face.

It is him. Mr. Muscles. The man from the diner. The man who helped me in the garden last week.

The one who’s been stalking me.

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His Perfect Prey (Fraternitas #1) Read Online Lee Savino http://www.ilovenovels.com/his-perfect-prey-fraternitas-1-read-online-lee-savino Sun, 02 Feb 2025 19:14:28 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/his-perfect-prey-fraternitas-1-read-online-lee-savino Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Dark, Erotic, Mafia Authors: Lee Savino Series: Fraternitas Series by Lee Savino
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Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)

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The rules of the The prey will have a ten minute head start to run and hide.

At the signal, the hunter will enter the woods. The Hunt has begun.

If the prey isn’t captured before midnight, she gets $10,000.

If she makes it until dawn, she gets $100,000.

But if the hunter catches her, she’s his for the night.

There’s one final, secret rule only the hunter what the hunter catches, he keeps. His prey will become his elita, his chosen. She will be his. Forever.

Let the hunt begin…

His Perfect Prey is a dark romance with intense and sensual scenes.

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Jaeger

Billionaire Island is an oasis outside of the city. The richest of the rich own vacation homes here. And it’s home to the Lodge, a private club set on several hundred acres of wooded land. The elite come here to party, gamble at the private tables, and partake in the bacchanal delights offered in the BDSM dungeon on the lower floors.

I stand at the bar with a drink in my hand, studying its amber depths. At six feet three and over two hundred pounds of pure muscle, I don’t fit in with the glitzy and glamorous set. Unlike the trust fund bros and businessmen with soft hands, I wasn’t born into privilege. I was born on the street. I’ve spent my life surviving on the knife’s edge of danger. This soft life doesn’t suit me. I came to the Lodge to clear my head, but not even the burn of expensive whiskey was enough to sate the monster prowling inside me.

The beast wants to feed.

I need to get some pussy. It’s been far too long, and the Lodge is full of beautiful women. The waitresses are in short skirts, and the club submissives are in barely-there-bodysuits. Not to mention the socialites and heiresses here in designer dresses, seeking a walk and ride on the wild side. I can feel them looking at me. I could crook my finger and snare any of them. But that doesn’t interest me at all.

I prefer a brutal chase. I need the thrill of the hunt to sate the beast.

I’m looking around for the pretty redhead I saw a few days ago at Inferno, the bar our brotherhood runs in the city. Sometimes, the girls who work at Inferno also pick up shifts here at the Lodge.

I haven’t been able to get her out of my mind—curly red hair, tight curves, and a few freckles showing through her heavy makeup. She’s just my type. My dream girl brought to life. When I first spotted her, I thought I was asleep. She was so stunning, it was like the gods created her from my fantasies.

But she’s not here.

I down my whiskey and rap my finger against the bar for another.

“Happy birthday, Jaeger.” Sebastian St. James emerges from the shadows. He invited me here, so I should’ve been expecting him. Only years of training allow me to hide the fact that he’s snuck up on me.

“St. James.” I turn to face him. St. James is in his usual gray suit. From silk tie to silver cufflinks, every tailored inch of him looks the part of a successful, well-bred businessman. Only those of us who know him well know he’s dangerous. “How did you know it was my birthday?”

St. James doesn’t answer. He sips his drink, calm under my intense scrutiny. He’s my blood brother, but I still tread carefully around him.

When you live on the outskirts of society the way I have, you catalog threats. All my life, I’ve been surrounded by dangerous men. I’ve just made myself a bigger threat than the rest. But my instincts recognize that St. James is on another level. He’s as subtle as a snake in the grass and just as deadly, and all the men he’s destroyed never saw it coming.

“Right. You know everything.” This isn’t the day my twin brother and I were actually born. It’s a day we chose for ourselves. This is the day we were freed from hell and reborn.

But St. James probably knows that, too.

“I have a gift for you,” he says.

I snort. “Do you think I just turned seven? Birthday gifts are for kids.” Not that I know from experience. My upbringing didn’t afford any childish celebrations.

“I think you’ll like this gift.” He snaps his fingers, and a cute blonde dressed as a cigar girl sashays over. St. James selects two cigars from her tray and heads out of the Lodge and onto the massive wooden deck overlooking the thick forest. I follow him. He’s head of Fraternitas, second in command only to the man called the Devil. I follow him because I’ve sworn to do so.

But I’m also intrigued.

St. James takes our cigars across the deck to the far railing. I lean on it and look out at the acres of wilderness. You’d never know a city of nine million was a few miles away. The only sounds are the rustling leaves, the hum of insects, and the hoots and howls of night creatures. It’s peaceful and wild.

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