Gedeon Sokoloff wanted revenge and would have done anything to bring down his enemies. Before, he wanted to kill every single Italian as the Russian Bratva. It was his only purpose since they killed his mother. That was before Dove Genovese. She was nothing more than a stepping stone as the Italian's princess, only a pawn in his twisted game. Now, he knows there's no life without his other half. And he'll do anything to get her back. Dove Genovese wanted freedom and found it through her other half, Gedeon. She was finally happy and found a family to call her own. Just as quickly, it was ripped away from her. Her wings are stripped away until she yearned for nothing more than death. Will Gedeon be able to save and bring back the girl he fell in love with? Or were their story doomed from the start?

"Don't touch me!" I screamed, crossing my hands in front of me as a shield. He chuckled darkly. Not bothering to listen to anything I just said and ignoring my actions, he brought his hands to my face. "And tell me, what are you gonna do?" he says as he roughly grabbed my chin. "I...I..." I paused, not knowing what to say. I can't do anything, can I? My silence caused another dark chuckle to leave his lips, However, Silence lingered in the air only for a second for it was soon broken by the shocking words that left his mouth. "Listen to me and listen clear..." he says, grabbing my attention again. "If want to touch you...I can. If I want to bend that ass of yours over and spank it...I can" he paused, tightening his grip on my chin. "and if I want to f**k the sh*t out of you...I can." My eyes went wide at his words. "And you know why?" he asked as he finally lets go of my chin. And with my body now pressed hard to the wall behind me, he tightly wrapped his fingers around my neck. The tension in the air suddenly became hot. Shivers ran down my spine as he abruptly leaned in, bringing his mouth to my earlobe. "Because I f**king own you" . . . Hazel was kidnapped and brought to an auction to be sold to whosoever buys her. Luckily she was bought by Stephan, a Mafia leader, instead of the man that had made her life miserable. She did felt a little better and thought that things couldn't get worst than being sold to a Mafia leader, but she was wrong! She now wants freedom and the only way she is going to get it is by marring A Mafia and baring his child. But with all that's going on, can she handle all of this? Can she handle being mistreated? Can she handle the pain she will be faced with? Is she even strong enough to survive in his world? ⚠️MATURE CONTENT ⚠️ And this book is SLOWER than my other books!!! You've been warned!

Emelia Schmidt made a pact with herself that as the new transfer, she's going to stay the hell away from the Rich Crew-three powerful, handsome, and (obviously) the richest men in Hilliard Private School. She's had enough drama in this lifetime and wants nothing more than peace and tranquility. What she doesn't expect? That one of them from the Rich Crew caught hold of her and would do anything to make her his to own. No, he already has it in his mind that she was his to own, fuck, and possess in every way possible. She's just not getting it yet. Flynn Rixon owns the school and he knows it. The reckless bad boy. The unattainable playboy. The richest person that can have anything with a snap of his finger. All except for Emelia who already labeled him like everyone else has. He doesn't blame her, but there's no way he'll give up without a fight because there's something about her that draws him in. And he's determined to do everything in his power to make her his, whether she likes it or not. All he has to do is get the feisty girl to bend to him by bullying her into submission. And because she's his bitch, she'll do it. __________ "Please," I whimpered. "Please what? Use your word, sweetheart," he snarled into my ears. "I want you to fuck me." "I am already, aren't I?" he asked, a sickening smile on his face. "Harder," I begged. "Rougher, like you hate me." "I could never hate you. However, I can use you like a slut. You want me to use you?" he asked, his hand wrapping around my neck. "Like you're my bitch?" I could only nod. "I want you to fuck me like I'm nothing but a dirty, easy slut. Use my body like I'm a fuck toy. Like my only usage in life is to please you. Like your fucking bitch."