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.

Nicholas Salvatore the heir to the Salvatore's throne. Born with a diamond spoon in his mouth, he basically had everything in the palm of his hand. A player with the body of a Greek God and face liked a model, the new Don changed women like they were his toys. His hands scarred from murders, dangers lingered wherever he went, his aura had everyone feared his presence. What happened when he met his match? The first woman he wanted but couldn't have. Anastasia Rayne was born to be a killing machine of her father. Trained to seduce and murder since before she even knew what lipstick was, she was a mafia princess after all. The goddess with a figure of an hour glass and eyes that bewitched every guys under her spell. She came to England for a mission under her father command with a perfect plan under her sleeves. A plan that crumbled the moment she met a pair of grey eyes. • book two of the Salvatore's series (can read as a stand-alone) • all images in the book don't belong to me, credit to the rightful owners • cover by @myyyraaa_

I had my face buried in his neck, he smells so good. He was gripping my waist not letting me fall. Then I realized I was straddling his lap. "Oh I'm sorry, you're probably uncomfortable" I say awkwardly starting to get off him. "No wait, I wasn't ready to let go yet" he hand once again finding my thigh to pull me back on his lap. --- Anna Collins is a normal college girl, while confronting her cheating boyfriend he loses his temper, he tries to attack her. But an unknown savior steps in and protects her. Unbeknownst to Anna, she is about to get very close to the hero. Cade Grey is a well known ruthless business mafia man, with his father dying Cade must take over the family businesses he must get married. The night he goes to meet his fiancé, he couldn't stop thinking about the girl he helped the night before. Little does Cade know, he will soon see the college girl again. --- THIS STPRY IS CURRENTLY UNEDITED, editing has started but won't be posted until every chapter has been. Highest Rank: #3 in lovers (3/29/21)

Sophia is a penurious, troubled girl fighting her inner demons and caging monsters, trying to run away from her past life as much as she can, however far that she can but finds every road ending with a blockage, finding every path with a stop sign and nothing but dead ends. Not giving up and still pushing all of her energy to make ends meet, she doesn't give up until her life takes a turn and that too when the well known, owner of the prestigious Italian Mafia's mob boss takes a glance at her, his heart never allowing his eyes to misalign once they have settled on her. On the other hand, his life is fucked up, messed up, ruined to ashes but he is still living and is the king. He knows when to shut down his emotions, when to snap, when to hold things under control and when to wage highly successful wars. He doesn't believe in love or happiness and vows to die alone. But will he be able to complete this vow of his when he sees a set of pure electrifying blue eyes which make him completely stop on his way. And not stop him only, but his goddamn stubborn heart. What will be the fate of Ashton Romanno? This story is mine and solely mine and I wouldn't allow anyone to copy my work. If you do, I will take legal action against you. And warning, there are scenes of rape and torture. ALL THE PICTURES I USE ARE NOT AT ALL MINE. MY INSPIRATION FOR ASHTON ROMANNO IS DUSAN SUSNJAR. I REPEAT.....THEY ARE NOT MINE, I DO NOT OWN ANY KIND OF PICTURE, THEY ARE SOLELY HIS AND HIS ALONE.

He began walking over to me. This is it. I'm dead. I saw his shoes come into my view as I was looking down, hair covering my face. "Look at me." He growled out. I started to cry, too afraid to look. He grasped my chin and lifted my face to meet his. I mentally gasped. It's the guy from last night. His eyes held surprise too, before anger erupted in them. I cowered back in fear of what he might do. "Who did this to your face?" He growled. I started to cry again and shake. "Him." I whispered and gave a small nod toward the guy who hit me.

"On your knees!" August yells. And slowly I comply. But I don't get one knee on the ground before another voice joins in. "Only for his Queen." My head snaps in her direction.