"The Stripper and the Mob Boss" ❦ A sickness of Anastasia's sister leads her towards a huge debt. When her friend comes to her with a solution that would make her go from rags to riches, Anastasia immediately accepts even if that meant stripping. Everything was running smoothly until she was met with the scary notorious mafia leader, Valentino Romano. Valentino was a man with no emotion, but when he was met with Anastasia, he knew that he wanted the blonde gorgeous stripper---at no matter what costs. ❦ "You're not allowed to touch me. It's against Mr. Romano's rules," she said, her back towards him. Her long legs were on full display with her high black heels only making them appear longer. "You must be new. What's your name?" He chuckled out, licking his lips. Valentino grabbed her hips, turning her towards him as his eyes settled on her breasts. Slowly, his eyes trailed up to meet her eyes. "Anastasia. Who are you?" she asked, fear clear in her eyes as she stared. He smirked. "Mr. Romano. Now, open your legs."

Lena Lenkov was born into the world of organized crime. The daughter of a high ranking captain of the Russian mob, all her life she's been surrounded by blood and violence. Her father always did his best to shield her from the harsh truths of his world, but it all becomes far too real the day she discovers her parents butchered bodies in their summerhome. Feeling lost and despaired, Lena can't seem to move on with her life until she finds the person responsible for her parents murder. The life she had been building for herself outside of the organization, is far from the world she steps into when she turns to the one man she trusts to help her seek justice, Dmitri Volkov, the most feared man in the Russian mob.

It was one night. No names no feelings. But nothing is that simple when the impossibly hot stranger Ava encounters is heir to the Caponelli mafia... ***** Ava Moretti is a mafia princess with a fiery personality and an aversion to doing what she's told. Nick Caponelli is next-in-line to lead the Caponelli mafia - and he is used to getting exactly what he wants. When they meet by chance one night neither has any idea they are from rival crime families. After a night of passion they are supposed to part ways and never see each other again. But what happens when fate has bigger plans? Content and/or trigger warning: This story contains scenes of sexual activity violence and drug use which may be triggering for some readers. Ties That Bind Us is part of the Wattpad Originals and you will have to buy the 10 latest chapters of this story. This book is also available on all Ebook platforms! Cover designed by Ashley Bandy

In the span of one night, Irina Petrova's world crumbled beneath her feet as she was first raped and then had to watch the man who violated her, kill a man she cared for deeply. It was the start of her own personal nightmare and a living hell she was positive she would never recover from, if not for him. Vigo Karyakin has lived most his life as a criminal, now holding the position as top lieutenant to Dmitri Volkov of the Russian Syndicate faction in New York. He has never believed in love or romantic relationships, until he see the stunning blonde dancer on the stage at The Dancer. When tragedy strikes and she falls victim to something that should never happen to any woman, he makes it his mission to bring the life back in her eyes and convince her to keep living a beautiful life, with or without him in it. Warning: Triggers

La legge del Taglione = one of the oldest existing laws, consist of fair reciprocity of crime and punishment; "an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth". ***** Natalia Tatiana D'ambrosi has been living her 19 years old life in complete darkness to everything her father is. When she is finally ready to face the truth, she finds out she's been abandoned by everyone that could have offered it to her. Good thing Italian Mafia's greatest leader kidnaps her and brings some light into her life. Before he announces that he has to kill her. ***** Warning: strong language, mature content, violence.

Shay McClanaghan never intended to get in the middle of a war between a Columbian drugcartel and the Irish mob, but when she becomes the sole witness to the murder of her uncle Shamus, a man heavily connected to Westies, she's suddenly in the thick of it all. With the men who murdered her uncle out to kill her to shut her up about their plans to create a war between other fractions of the cities underbelly, Shay finds herself going to Ian Grady, the head of the Irish mob, for protection. Terrified out of her mind that she's going to be killed and chopped into tiny pieces by a couple of vengeful columbian thugs, she's not prepared for the violent attraction she feels towards the man who's keeping her safe, and the possessive way he acts around her. As if she belongs to him, as if she's... his.

His body was as powerful and sexual as I remembered it, he had gotten another tattoo on his shoulder since the last time, a few more scars then I remembered on his chest. His back rippled with muscles as he pulled on a fresh white shirt, my eyes transfixed as he took his time buttoning it up. Somehow it was almost more of a turn on watching him put on his clothes than him taking them off, almost. He wiped the blood off his hands with a kitchen apron in a slow steady motion and I pressed myself back against the wall when his eyes focused on me. My eyes flittered to the back door and I battled with myself on whether or not I could make it before he caught me, I couldn't. He tossed the apron over an empty sink and stalked towards me slowly, a predator in every sense of the word and my eyes drifted to the bloody mess of a man on the kitchen floor, was that going to be me in a second? He stopped just in front of me and reached out to stroke my cheek and I closed my eyes, leaning into his touch despite knowing better. My eyes snapped open when he grabbed my chin tightly and forced me to look at him, was this it, was he going to snap my neck and dispose of my body now? "Touch another man again, and I will kill you" his voice was low and promising and I swallowed as he let go of my chin, pressing a rough kiss to my lips before grabbing my elbow and dragging me out of the kitchen. So much for that arrangement...