"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

In the gritty underworld of organized crime, where darkness reigns and secrets fester, one woman's extraordinary journey from a troubled past to a hauntingly complex love story unfolds. Meet Ginira, a survivor with a past marred by the shadows of her father's sinister choices and her own rugged life as a stripper. She's a woman who has known heartache, fear, and uncertainty at every turn. But when Ginira's life takes an unexpected twist, her world collides with that of the enigmatic and feared Irish mafia figure, Blaine Murphy. Blaine is a man cloaked in secrets, whose very presence sends shivers down the spines of those who cross his path. His dark and mysterious aura is a testament to the ruthless world he inhabits, and few dare to challenge him. As Ginira becomes entangled in Blaine's web of intrigue, she discovers a man unlike any other she has known. Blaine holds a devastating secret, one that renders him immune to pain, both physical and emotional. His abilities, rooted in the shadows of his past, draw Ginira to him like a moth to a flame. But as she unravels the enigma of Blaine Murphy, she also confronts her own past, including the haunting legacy of her clinically insane father. In the heart of this seductive and perilous world, where love and danger entwine, Ginira and Blaine must navigate a treacherous path. They will confront their own vulnerabilities, face unimaginable threats, and reveal the darkest corners of their souls. Blaine thinks Ginira's weird and Ginira thinks that Blaine is a fat ass. ;) 🏅#5 in BWWM 11/10/2023

Carlotta Angela Vasiliev is a 17 year old girl living with her adoptive Russian mafia family of 4 brothers and father. Ever since she was a child, she's had no sense of belonging, abused by the Swedish mafia in her youth, her Russian saviours are the only family she knows. That is until someone frames her with the CPS and she gets taken away to live with her biological family. Enter the Italian mafia. 5 more overprotective brothers who finally got their little sister home in New York. Carlotta faces a new life with a new family, will she ever see her adoptive brothers again? Or will she replace them with her biologicals? What happens when she meets a boy who catches her eye? ~~~ "Car." He cuts me off, taking a step towards me, "Nothing about you could ever bother me." He says, lifting a hand to cup one of my cheeks. "Apart from your bratty attitude, but you'll learn." He adds on at the end nonchalantly smirking down at me as his hand slides from my cheek to my throat. TW: Mentions of abuse, rape, violent scenes and SMUT

*FREE STORY* with exclusive chapters STORY LEAVING WATTPAD ON THE 2ND OF JANUARY 2025 Mason Langley has just opened up The Amethyst Casino hotel with his best friend Gunner Scott. The two met 2 years ago in a sex club, where Mason was looking for his next hookup, and Gunner was crazily searching for a long-term relationship. The two couldn't be any more opposite of each other. But as they bonded over their past criminal activities, they became the best of friends and set up their 'legit' business to cover up their illegal business. Delilah has just quit her office job finally having enough of living a boring life and now finds herself on a tragic date in The Amethyst. Just when she thought her night couldn't get any worse, it does the minute she makes eye contact with Mason and Gunner. Two men on a mission to drag her down into their dark world. The problem is, that Delilah is stronger than they think, and she doesn't back down from a fight too easily. Mason vows to never fall in love. Gunner craves it like there is no tomorrow. And Delilah doesn't know what she wants. So what is it that these three really need? *** "I'll ruin your life." Mason rasps, reaching forward to tuck a curl behind my ear, a smug look on his face that I want to get rid of. "We'll ruin you, sweetheart." "Mason, shut the fuck up," Gunner says with gritted teeth. "You sure about that?" A harsh frown etches onto Mason's face at my question, and his hand drops from my face like I've just scorched him. "What do you mean?" I smile. "I'll ruin you." I look at Gunner standing tall behind him. "Both of you."

{ Book 1 of the Marino Series } "Don't ever walk alone." My mother once said. Well, about that... I might've walked alone & witnessed a brutal murder. If it isn't the consequences of my own actions... I witnessed a murder & now I've gained a stalker, a man who's dangerous & a psychopath. Well a sexy psychopath. Emilio Marino. READ!!👇🏾 !Warning! This story contains, violence, smut, A LOT OF NAMING CALLING, humor & death. If you cannot handle neither of these, do not read stink🧍🏽‍♀️. Started: 09/05/22 Finished: 03/09/23

[Please read tags!!] "From every wound there is a scar, and every scar tells a story. A story that says, I survived." - Craig Scott --- The cold floor contrasted the warm body laid against her own. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she leaned up to connect their lips once more. A sizzling heat spread across her body as he dipped down to softly kiss down her neck. "I-i," he stopped with a huff that tickled her neck, "kinda hoped I wouldn't stutter." Jocelyn couldn't help but chuckle, her right hand holding the back of his head. "It's okay, baby. It's honestly cute." "Well I'm not exactly trying to be cute right now." - - - (Slow Burn) *Full description inside*

Romani Noor is an aspiring chemist- well, possible ex-chemist, after she can no longer afford the rise in her university tuition fees. Her best friend and sister, Juno, is living across the country with her wife, sending Romani occasional cheques to help her complete her education. However, even with her sisters help she is falling behind on payments. Taking something into her own hands for once in her life, Romani looks for a job. As fate would it have it, Valentine Carter, River Fabiano and Slater Hayashi are looking to take on an employee in their bakery, whilst they practice their... extra-curricular activities... Sweet Romani thinks she's walking into a simple job of cakes and cookies, but she fails to predict the web of obsession, lust and love she's getting herself tangled in.

"Ooo girl look, look, look." She tapped her shoulder repeatedly. Euphoria looked to the entrance instinctively only to see the man she had seen in the alley the first night she worked here. Her breath hitched as she watched them walk in. She never dared to tell a soul about what she'd seen that night. She wasn't looking for any trouble. Especially when he let her go."Who is he?" "That bambina, is no other than Demetrius D'Agostino. The Godfather. He's basically the Capo of all the Capo's. You see Jamal is a Capo, Yes? But he is the top Capo making him the boss of Jamal and all others like him. Everybody answers to him. Nothing travels unnoticed by him. He's the King of the underworld. He owns the politicians, the President and the law. He has everyone in the palm of his hand. His family has been the most ruthless and merciless mafia family to live. Rumor has it that he's the worst society has seen but the best the underworld has ever that's led the D'Agostino family. He is all bad bambina, you should stay as far away from him as much you can." "After what you just told me. I'll do exactly that. No need to tell me twice." 🚫18 CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT/ ADULT THEMES DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ANY OF THE IMAGES USED IN THE BOOK‼️ ⚠️Read at own risk⚠️

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.