𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗗𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 & 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀 Revenge Countless souls have fallen prey to its grasp, their lives shattered as deeply as those they sought to harm, if not more so. For most, mere death isn't the end It's not enough to satiate their thirst They crave retribution, wish for something beyond the grave. They want misery upon those who've wronged them. Long for the torment of those who've wounded them But at the end of the day, it's merely a wish, A burning desire for- well, nothing realistic, really For they are weak. Powerless Some may even deem them useless But then, there exist the select few- those who refuse to settle for anything less than the worst, denying death's grasp to unleash a living hell upon their enemies, Those who take matters into their own hands, seizing control & becoming the architects of their own vengeance, Now those, those are dangerous. For in their eyes, the concept of contentment is a foreign notion, replaced by a searing ache for more- More agony, despair. More misery, more wails. More destruction, chaos. People like him, they feed off of fear, thrive in causing pain. They're cunning, calculating, heartless But frankly, even the most twisted of them seem like harmless amateurs in comparison to him. He reeks of death Exudes darkness, sorrow Death is all that shadows his steps, making his existence a reminder of the inevitable fate that awaits his victims. And whispers in the Russian underworld speak of him as Mors- The god of death So, what happens when a girl, who abandoned her family, her life & the very empire bestowed upon her- just to escape the sight of death, catches the eyes of the reaper? What happens when he pulls her into the abyss of his world, intent on destroying all she has fought to be in pursuit of vengeance? And what happens when, as the day wanes, the embodiment of her deepest fear captures her eyes as well?

{The Wattys Awards Shortlist} The Saint's Brotherhood motorcycle club was known all over town, they were ruthless. They were feared, they got their reputation from one member in particular, one member that was so unbelievably intriguing and mysterious, people made legends and stories about him. They didn't know his name, didn't know who he was, where he came from, and they didn't know what he looked like for he wore a mask. The man himself struck fear into everyone he meant, he was the club's personal Devil. But she was okay with him.

❝Violet tell me to stop and I will ❞ the feeling of his soft lips igniting flames throughout my body, my lower half becoming warmer every second I felt the delicacy of his touch. "Enzo" I couldn't bring myself to say stop simply because I didn't want him to. I wanted his hands roaming over my body while he held my neck thrusting into me. The erection I feel on my thigh made my mind wonder off. Pinching my hip I moaned lowly when he hooked my legs around his waist. "That's not telling me to stop amore" removing my shirt over my head his lips latched onto my swollen nipples, my hands shot in the softness that was his black hair. "Tell me what you want" "Fuck me Enzo" ᥊ 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓 needed the money to pay for her mother's expensive treatments, dancing for a man like Enzo wouldn't be good for her and she knew this. He would be the chaos in her life but she was too addicted to it. 𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐎 understood the consequences it would bring if he got involved with Violet more than what she already was, that was his dancer and nobody else's. 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ❦ Highest Ranking! #1 in cocky #2 in passion

https://twitter.com/SicilianMafiosa _______________✏ “It really is a beautiful piece” he murmured before disarming the safety. “Ah, I’d prefer if you didn’t-” “Hmm?” He tilted the gun back into an upright position now aiming it steadily towards her. “I’m sure he got you something without serial numbers I assume? Untraceable?” Her breath hitched and she immediately froze on the spot. What the fũck is happening right now? Her hands instinctively raised up near her head as if surrendering. “How do you know his name?” She asked attempting to mask the fear in her voice but failing miserably. “I never told you his name,” she continued firing away the questions rapidly. “If this is some sort of joke” she stated, “then it’s time to come clean now. You’re scaring me.” “Joke?” He walked towards her with his finger firmly on the trigger. “I thought I was going to have to get my gun out tonight, but looks like you had one just readily waiting for me” he motioned his head towards the dining room chairs pointing them out to her, “drag a chair over and take a seat bella.” _______________✏ Salvatore Abandonato, a Naples born mobster climbing the ladder to success. He will do anything to protect his family and ensure their successful name throughout New York City. When he meets Adriana Di Dio, a gorgeous young Sicilian, things change dramatically. It's not only him and his family he has to protect now, but also the young life of Adriana. The pair commence a roller-coaster ride filled with danger and and immense emotions. A roller-coaster ride they can't seem to get of... _______________✏

Official Trailer: https://youtu.be/H3VQ9T8SkXY https://twitter.com/SicilianMafiosa _______________✏ Whispers in New York is Book Two of the series. You must read Book One - Silence in New York to understand the story as it is a direct continuation. _______________✏ "Let's get this straight," the officer took a deep breath trying with every fibre in his body to contain his excitement. This wasn't the first time, no. This had happened many times and once push came to shove, he found most people were all talk. Especially women. They were always all talk. He glanced back behind him, the FBI agent casually leaning against the wall under the camera with one leg bent, his shoe placed flush against the wall with both hands in his pocket. Waiting. Patiently waiting for the officer to get down to business. "You're willing to testify to these accounts?" She licked her coral painted lips nervously. For a brief moment she thought of Salvatore and everything he had done for her. All the things he had promised her. All the moments they shared together. her eyes travelling from the officer, to the FBI agent and then to up to the camera. "Yes. I'll do whatever you need me to do." _______________✏

"Who's that over there?" The man looked at me like I was from outer space, or perhaps like I lived under a rock, maybe a mixture of both. "Him? They call him Full Throttle," he chuckled with a hint of nervousness in his voice. I scrunched my nose up in confusion. "Why?" The man threw his head back and laughed before answering me. "Because he doesn't hold back. He does everything at full speed... racing, girls, and-" the man cut himself off, seeking as though he was catching himself spilling a secret. "And what?" "Don't worry about it." THIS BOOK IS PURELY A WORK OF FICTION! The characters in it are in NO way a representation of the people chosen to play them. It is merely a story, and they fit the physical description best for their characters. The characters I have created are completely fictional, and in no way relate to my thoughts and or feelings about the people I have chosen to play said characters! || THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT, PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK || HIGHEST RANKINGS: -#1 in hs -#1 in fiction -#1 in racing -#1in dragracing -#2 in harrystyles -#4 in youngadult -#5 in onedirection -#19 in cars -#31 in gangs -#57 in fighting -#64 in harry -#111 in drama -#461 in love

When Isabella Pierce has to live in Spain for one month with the rival gang, she never expected to get involved with the handsome, irresistible son of the rival leader, Gale Santino. Together they must fight new enemies, forge an alliance and hide their little secret of their undeniable connection. "All of this sexual tension is killing me. I need- I need to touch you." He said with a mischievous glint in his eyes. I bite my lower lip, and his eyes droop down to stare at them. His eyes darken with lust. "I still hate you and we are still enemies." I try to sound in control but I'm not. I wasn't in control from the moment he touched me. He leans in closer and my heartbeat is suddenly erratic. "I still want to kill you sometimes." "I feel the exact same way." He whispers as he edges his face closer to mine.

Raya Knight, daughter of North Castle's royal family, decides to ditch on her mothers oh so famous yearly gala, she finds herself being dragged to an illegal fight by her best friend. What she didn't know is that by the end of the night she would be somehow handcuffed to the leader of North Castle's most wanted criminal. The leader of the local mafia. Little does Miss Royalty know that Vitale Bianchi has it out for her family. In the days in which she is handcuffed to this mad man, how long can she keep the secret that she is none other than the daughter of the family he's been keeping tabs on? And even when they are finally freed from each other, how is she to ignore him and the feeling she gets at the mere thought of him? • "So many emotions in just one book, and sometimes in just one chapter." - @wiselemonpie • Completed • Highest achievement: #218 in Romance - 03/21/18

Sequel - Mafia's Desire - is out on my profile now! The moment I approached his isolated mansion in the middle of the woods, I knew my life was forever changed. The moment I laid my eyes on him, I knew my life was forever changed. The moment he showed me the first hint of kindness, I knew my life was forever changed. The moment he first kissed me, I knew my life was forever changed. Arsenio Campione, leader of the Campione organized crime family, saved me, a broken girl who had escaped from a broken home. **** He moved up and sat on his knees between my legs. His hands gripped my hips. "I need you, Arsenio. Please," I begged. I knew he wanted this too, but he was hesitant. He wanted to make sure I was serious, and I was. I had never been so sure of anything. I wanted him. He tightened his hold on my bare hips. "I can't hold back anymore, Eloise. I need you, too." "I don't want you to hold back," I whispered against his lips. Disclaimer: I do not speak Italian. I translated English to Italian using Google Translate. Also, thanks @idemen-san for creating the cover!