Dominic Ivan Volkov is the next in line to rule his mafia. running a mafia comes with many things power, strength and your own people. No weakness. Until he met her. Angelina Rose Lebedev. When she walks into the home of the Volkov's, she wasn't expecting change. From attending mafia balls, to gun shootings, to family events and missions. They begin to feel like family. family she's never really had. But what happens when they find out the plot against them?

𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐕𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐞𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥. Forced into a Bratva marriage to settle a blood debt, Alina is delivered to the Reznikov estate like an offering - silent, soft-spoken, and smart enough to know that survival means obedience. Aleksei Reznikov is the coldest man she's ever met. He doesn't raise his voice. He doesn't touch her. He barely looks at her. But beneath his stillness lies a storm. He rules with silence, kills with precision, and makes promises in Russian that chill her to the bone. He tells her not to run. That she belongs to him now. That if she disobeys, he won't raise a hand - he'll break her with nothing but words. But as walls crumble and secrets unravel, the most dangerous thing of all isn't the violence outside their gates. It's the quiet pull between a girl who was never supposed to matter... And the man who swore he wouldn't feel. A slow-burn, dark arranged marriage romance. He's a Bratva heir. She's his obligation. So why is he starting to look at her like she's everything? 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐁𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 ༺༒︎༻ 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝 ✓ 𝟔𝟒 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

What they feel for each other is war. ✦ ✦ ✦ Alessandra "Sessie" Benedetti was never meant to want things, and never allowed to refuse them. As one of the consigliere's docile daughters, her entire future had been stamped since she could tie her own shoelace. Marry Tiziano, the Don's volatile son. Smile at everything. Obey every rule. Die quietly inside. So when she dares to want something for herself, just once, her father makes sure she never forgets the price of defiance. Broken and bleeding from her furnished cage, Alessandra makes a break for it, only to discover life outside the cage is just as deadly. In Chicago, her last name makes her more disposable than desirable. Enter Renzo Santoro. Her family's most dangerous enemy. The last man she should ever be within ten feet of, much less want. She saves his life on instinct, with an identity that doesn't exist. Before she can regret either of those decisions, Renzo is already orbiting her little world. And the girl raised to fear men like him? She's starting to think fear and desire might feel exactly the same. When Renzo finds out who she really is, there is no corner of this earth cold enough to contain what she unlocks in him--the fury that wants a bullet in her, and the fixation that wants her regardless. Now the only thing more dangerous than loving a man like Renzo... is what he'll do to keep her from the men who got to break her before he even knew her. And that... that's when the real war begins. ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✦ ✦ ✦ :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✦ ✦ ✦ :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧ Ranked #1 in Mafialove Ranked #1 in loveandloyalty Ranked #1 in raging Ranked #1 in mobster Ranked #1 in loveindanger Ranked #11 in badboylov

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧. Her ambition runs too thick and her patience stretches too thin. She disappears when the pressure builds, returns polished and untouchable, like she wasn't just clawing for air in the dark. She was only supposed to steal a few files-files she knows too well. Just enough to secure her place at the top. Instead, she captures the attention of a man who built his empire from ruin. A man who doesn't forgive betrayal. He wants control. He wants obsession. He wants to ruin her. And she might just ruin him right back.

𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 & 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐉𝐮𝐝𝐚𝐬 Loyalty. It's a simple philosophy of virtue, worn thin by the world. In his hands, it is sacred- A creed carved in blood and obedience. A faith sharpened by order, tempered in the fire of command. Trust is demanded- forged beneath the weight of discipline, Bound by the concept of duty. But in hers, those words are fables- Tales spun by desperate men to keep obedience alive. Loyalty's a language of the desperate- spoken loudest by those too afraid to stand alone. Trust is a fool's game for those who've never bled. And right is wrong, wrong the only right in the chaos she was made for. They were born to opposite sides of the same war- two souls carved from a single wound, destined to bleed for different flags. They were meant to ruin each other quietly. Ruin. Ruin. Ruin and call it mercy. Call it duty. Never to find warmth in the ashes they made. Never to seek solace in what was made to destroy, what was meant to bring death. But fate... fate has never cared for intention- It placed his oath at the mercy of the woman he was trained to destroy, Placed her wrath in the hands of the only man who could ruin it. Steal her fury. Quiet her rage. Unravel the reason she drew breath. And he truly meant to do it- Every bit of it. Meant to ruin, To steal, To quiet, Unravel. He meant to bring justice, Bring justice and strike down a woman born of vengeance until fate intervened once more- Until, somewhere between the hunt and the havoc, he forgot to destroy and learned to worship instead. But worship's not enough to blunt her truth- hungry dogs are never loyal- not even to the palm they once adored. And even the devout, in the end, turn on their gods. 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏...

Vengeance. It's something I've been taught as the son of a cruel mafia don; something I've comforted myself with for years. When the one thing that kept me grounded is yanked away so ruthlessly, it's only in my nature to strike out in the only way I know; revenge. Giselle Fanelli, the woman who ruined it all. She hides behind a sweet mask, but I am not fooled by it. I will get my revenge even if it means getting stuck with her forever. *** No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or means; including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods without prior permission of the author. If you're found doing so, you will be reported and filed with a DMCA. Legal and appropriate actions shall be taken. Copyright © 2022.

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 Two years since he threw her out. She's a model and he is still the same guy who she remembers. Except he is a cold hearted cunt. What will possibly happen if he finds out her son is his son, his heir? She hates the pain and heartbreak he caused her, she hates how she can't let go her feelings. All those cities he burnt down and people he killed in her name. We all have our flaws, that's what these two realise But deep down we all have our 𝘏𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺. ┈ ┈ ┈ ┈ ┈ ┈ ┈ ┈ Nicholas's arm seeks around my waist, pulling me closer to his body. I lay my head on his chest. The cities lights shine through the room. His large hand draws small circles around my hip. I smile softly feeling a kiss being placed on my head. "You're so beautiful, you know that don't you?" he whispers looking down on me. It's just these little things, things to make me feel that small bit better of course. I hum making him raise an eyebrow, "Yes" that makes him smile back. He places a few small kisses on my lips before leaning back against the headrest. "The real beauty lays within our hearts, it's 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺, it's our hidden beauty baby."

There is a serial club killer on the loose, and Zane is next on the hit list. Being the owner of a club wasn't on Zane's agenda, but after finding success in the industry, he owns one of the most popular nightclubs in the city. When he starts to feel like he's being watched, strange things start to happen. Things he can't explain. When he finally meets the person who has been tormenting him for months on end, the last thing he was expecting was for them to be a woman-let alone a serial killer. Lia has an agenda. Kill everyone who had a part to play in her years of abuse. She's back and ready for vengeance and this time, she wants to play with her prey-the owner of Dark Suite. It's time to make Zane suffer. She's ready to play a game of cat and mouse to bring him to his knees so she can find peace within herself. But as she becomes closer to Zane-building an infatuation with him-she needs to stick to her plan of destroying him. Although when the truth finally comes out, she'll soon realise that not everything is as black and white as it seems. Tropes: Mafia/Millionaire/Billionaire Romance Enemies to Lovers Assassin FMC/ Soft Caring MMC Angst/Healing/Caretaking Fast Paced She stalks him Shameful mutual pining Both have tragic backstories Lots of spice (he has a pierced dick hehe)

*Previously named Sinner's* They're both Sinner's. So horrible, yet so perfect for each other. So horribly perfect. Mara De La Riva. Daughter to the capo of the Spanish Mafia. A cold-hearted killing machine raised to perfection. Her purpose in life? Seduce. Information. Eliminate. Leonardo Moretti. Heir to the Italian Mafia. An arrogant prick who gets what he wants, when he wants with no remorse. Trained since birth to inherit the mafia, he does not have time to feelings, certainly not love. When these two arch enemies worlds collide by power hungry monsters, betrayals are made, lies are spun, secrets are spilled and hatred flows through their veins. What will happen when these two are to be wed? Read to find out. Started 16/10/21 Best rankings or whatever 🧐 #1 in Mara #1 in Spanish Mafia #3 in Violence #4 in Forced Marriage #4 in Guns #5 in Mafia Princess #5 in Arranged Marriage #6 in Capo #7 in Italian #20 in Slowburn #24 in Enemies to Lovers #27 in Leonardo ⚠️Tw: blood, violence, gore, death, strong language, mentions of sexual harassment and sexual assault⚠️ Contains Dual Pov 🙃

ENGLISH VERSION! "You wouldn't shoot me." "And why is that? Because I'm a woman?" I raised an eyebrow. "Exactly, you..." Before he could finish the sentence, my finger press the trigger and the bullet flew out of the guns head. It hit him in the shoulder. In pain, he fell to the ground and trapped his injured shoulder. Blood began to soak into his beautiful suit. I walked over to him and bent down. "Don't underestimate a woman. Especially when she has a weapon and a motive. Your mother should have taught you better." I whispered in his ear.