"I mean how could I forget?"

Isabel Noel Miller is the daughter of one of the most notorious men in the French mob. She has always strived to make her parents happy by attending school and receiving good grades. Now that she is old enough to make her own decisions, she does the worst thing her parents could think of. Her determination to work closely with her father's business causes her to drop out of college. At first, her desperate attempt to create a new business for her father's legacy sounds promising, but after she is forced to work closely with the duo Raphael and Dax, she starts to regret her decision. Isabel believed she had put her history with them in the past, but the thoughts of long, restless nights between the three of them were something she couldn't abandon. With her career flourishing and her sensual history with Dax and Raphael now brewing again, Isabel must try to balance out her life while keeping an eye on her newfound enemies. ᴍxꜰxᴍ ʙᴡᴡᴍ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ

Emilia has never been the type to be quiet or pushed around, that is unless it was Lorenzo. He's the only one who has ever make her knees shake...in more ways than one. She kept her distance from him as much as she could the older she got, feeling all too intimidated when she liked to be in control; he doesn't allow others control. Being close with his wife and him being a long time partner with her dad, they would have never thought what a bottle of cheap wine and cramps could lead them to. •••• "You know damn well you can't leave me," I tell her, squeezing her thighs. She bites her lip, cheeks turning a bright shade of rosy pink. Her skin is soft against the rough callouses of my hands. I never looked at her as anything other than a girl who got herself into trouble behind her daddy's back a little more than a year ago..now I'm the one she's fucking calling Daddy.

BOOK THREE OF THE BLACK SERIES *this book CANNOT be read as a stand-alone* -- "Get the hell off of me, Lucian," I snapped angrily, smacking the palm of my hands on his muscular back as he carried me out of the club. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" It wasn't until he carried me upstairs and into a VIP room that he set me on my feet. I wobbled from the combination of my heels and the alcohol finally reaching my brain. It didn't stop me from glaring at him, but he just stared back, his eyes blank. As always. He's never been a talker, unlike me. What the hell was he even doing here? "You can't just walk on the dance floor and throw me over your shoulder like a sack of potatoes," I snapped, trying to get passed him. "I'm not a kid anymore, Lucian, okay? I'm not yours to protect - I never have been!" Hearing those words must have triggered him because he snapped. Lucian roughly grabbed me by the waist and pushed me against the cold wall, his body pressed right against mine. My eyes widened in shock and I met his blazing glare, feeling his hand creep up to my hair and twist it in his knuckles. I tried to force the lump down my throat but felt the confidence leave my body. "I can do damn well as I please when I see my woman dancing with a man who would want nothing more than to take her back to his place," he growled out, tilting my head up by my hair. Our lips were almost touching. I suddenly can't breathe. "You're mine, Mia," he spoke, this time his words low and raspy. "You always have been - never fucking forget that."