"Fuck you" Veronica spat in his face bravely. He is a very feared Italian Man and she knew about it the first time she saw him. The dangerous mafia being owned by this man sitting into the wooden chair inside the warehouse. She hated the fact that the Italian Princess herself was being kidnapped by this man as she was mistaken by someone who had runaway from them. But it wasn't her fault. Yes, she was hiding her true self. Her real last name is Veronica Florentino but changed her name legally by Rossi after her parents being massacred. She's a fighter yet she couldn't fight him. He glared at her with his deadly yet attractive gray eyes. He had this two silver rings in his left hand. From the look of his face, he was fucking mad. He was holding a gun in his right hand pointing at the floor but he was gripping it tightly. She just stared at his eyes provokingly which made him more furious than he was awhile ago. He stood up in his seat and walked towards her. The men was still holding her arm firmly to keep her from escaping. She was on her knees. He kneeled in front of her and reached his fingers to her jaw. She felt the cold metal in her skin as he gripped her jaw tightly. "Careful with your words, puttana" He growled lowly as he forcefully lifted her chin. His cold gray eyes staring right at her hazel eyes. She didn't show any fear at all. She was indeed intimidated by him but she could mask it all. She knows him..... he's fucking Rafael Moretti, the heartless bastard. Contains: Sexual Assault, Sexual Harassment, and others that may also trigger the readers.

Warning: Mature Audiences Only! -Strong Sexual Content -R-rated language -Adult situation COMPLETED #1 in Romance on 1/20/21 #1 in Mafia on 2/12/23 #1 in Fiction on 2/21/21 *** DESCRIPTION: The only thing that was mine, the only thing that was truly beautiful in this world, and he will never find me... "How much?" I frowned at the shadowed man, in an expensive looking car. "Excuse me? I don't understand..." realization dawned on me, as I looked at my skimpy club attire. I raised my hands, "I-I'm not a prostitute." I felt his dark eyes analyzing me and suddenly I was aware of the situation. I began backing up, as panic washed through me. "Get in the car." His growl came, and with that, I turned on my heels and ran. *** Calla Levkin didn't want to go out clubbing for her 18th birthday. She didn't want her friends to dress her in slutty attire. She didn't want to be mistaken as a prostitute. She didn't want to be kidnapped and sold into the Mafia. And most of all, she didn't want to catch the attention of Sinister Velkov, the first in command of the Russian Mafia. But life can't give you everything that you want...sometimes life gives you just the opposite. *** Completed on 4/7/18 This is book one in the "I Am Not A Prostitute" series! Book two is "Come Back To Me" REVIEWS: "I have been reading Wattpad books for 5 years, and never have i found a book with so much humor and passion. I have instantly fell in love with the characters. This book is filled to the brim with emotion, action, and SMUT!! I will definitely be purchasing my own copy when it's released on amazon!" -@trinityxo30 "A raw and beautiful piece of art that will keep you on the edge of your seat" -@o0krysralized0o "A brilliantly captivating story. Written by an author that takes her time to respond and care for her readers." -@eirinnobrien "My favorite book on Wattpad, beautifully written, makes me cry, laugh, and scream all at the same time fav book ." -@satanchick