Alparslan: Hep yaz sen bana. Alparslan: Sana boynum kıldan ince. Siz çevrimiçi Siz yazıyor... Alparslan: Bir şey demene gerek yok. Alparslan: Dediğim gibi Gökçe. Alparslan: Beni sevmen ihtimaller dahilindeyse bizim için çabalarım, gocunmam da.

Sera: Numaranızı yönetici olan Asuman hanımdan aldım. Sera: Yemeyin beni. 05***: Asuman hanımın neden böyle bir şey yaptığını bilmiyorum ama üzgünüm. 05***: Kandırılmışsınız. 05***: Ben karşı komşunuz olan Pusat Demir. Sera: Ne? Sera: Mafya bozuntusu olan Pusat Demir mi? Sera: Yok daha neler.

0535***: eve ne getirdiniz inek mi yoksa koltuklar mööleyebiliyor muydu sabah sabah başıma ağrılar girdi ya bi pazarımız var sıçtınız yani Alaz: eve yerleşiyoruz ses çıkması normal değil mi 0535***: sabahın köründe yerleşmeyin o zaman

* Siz: Ay acaba lamalar uçsa nasıl olurdu? Siz: Düşünsene, kafana tıpkı martının sıçması gibi tükürüyorlar. Siz: Çok komik olmaz mıydı? ÜSĞĞDDĞSPDĞPFĞEPEĞFPĞSSĞG 05******: Kimsin? Siz: Lamaların efendisi. Siz: Sen kimsin canım? * * Bu hikayedeki her şey kurgudan ibarettir. Ve bence bu kurgunun mafyalarla alakası yok.

Alya numara sallar, numaranın İtalyan mafyasına ait olduğundan habersiz yazmaya başlar.

Yaş farkı, ağır cinsellik bulunmaktadır! O kadına sadece sahip olmak isteyen bir adam değildi Harun. Onu saran, saklayan, kimseye göstermeyen bir gölge olmak istiyordu. Tutkusu ateş gibiydi; dokununca yakıyor, uzak kalınca delirtiyordu. Ama aşkın karanlık bir yüzü vardı. Kimi zaman bir öpücükten önce bir tetik çekilirdi. Ve bazen en büyük düşmanın, seni en çok seven kişi olabilirdi.

Siz:Selamün aleyküm Siz:İtaliano Aşk-ı +39 5****:Se sei tu che mi scrivi, Petrovich, ti troverò e ti scoperò finché non svenirai. 𝙄𝙄̇𝙏𝘼𝙇𝙔𝘼𝙉 𝙈𝘼𝙁𝙔𝘼𝙎𝙄 𝙈𝙄/𝙏𝙀𝙓𝙏𝙄̇𝙉𝙂 Elay Mira bir numara sallar ve böylece İtalya'nın büyük ve belalı bir mafyasına denk gelir. Peki bizim İtalyan mafyası Türk kızına, tutulursa işler karışır. 𝙄̇𝙏𝘼𝙇𝙔𝘼𝙉 𝙈𝘼𝙁𝙔𝘼𝙎𝙄 𝙈𝙄? 𝙂𝙀𝙍𝙄̇ 𝘿𝙊̈𝙉𝘿𝙐̈. Elay Mira Adal ve Orlando Leonardo Costa. 𝙉𝙊𝙏:Argo kelimeler vardır.

|MOVING TO GALATEA| Love was dangerous. The mafia even worse. She never expected to face both at once. Being kidnapped by her ex-boyfriend and becoming a mafia wife was never on Catalina's bingo card. But surviving the Mafia Games isn't just about playing deadly-it's about becoming the danger. With secrets lurking in every shadow and loyalties as fragile as glass, Catalina soon discovers that winning these games-and following her heart-may be the least of her worries. ~Book 1 of the Mafia Royalty Series~

| 18+ | A grieving student-detective and her bilingual Italian heir. 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐲 - She is a hard-working college student studying to become a detective after her mother's unexpected death. The cops labeled it a suicide, but she knew better. Her mother wouldn't kill herself. So- a year later, Clara decides to take matters into her own hands. She forcefully had to postpone her investigation- having to take care of her drunk father and work, but that didn't discourage her. She was determined to find out who murdered her mom, and with the help of her two best friends, they could do the unthinkable. 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐨 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨 - He is the heir of the Italian Mafia, working every day to find who killed his sweet mother. He could only remember what happened to her and very little about who was involved. So- to get to the bottom of everything, he did what he thought was best. He found a detective, but not just anyone, someone also seeking revenge. 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 シ --- Content warning: Mature themes, such as sexual scenes, alcohol usage, drugs, violence, mature language, fast-paced, etc!

When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love? Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli. * * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. * * * WARNING! Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.