Meet Lorenzo, the cruel, handsome and capricious mafia boss who never gets attached to anyone, until he meets Clara. Meet Clara, the girl who was abandoned once. She is not looking for love, she doesn't want to belong and she doesn't want Lorenzo. Can Lorenzo make her fall in love with him? Can he uncover her secrets before she gets hurt?

Isabelle is a hard-working woman. She is a freelance photographer, and damn good at it, making a killing from photographing weddings. Her heart has been broken enough times that she has finally accepted that the only time she will see it again, is through her lens. Well... Until the best man at one of the most extravagant weddings she's worked smirks at her. He is like a walking wet dream and she can't keep her eyes off him when he's near...but he is far more than a handsome man, and when the ground shifts underneath her, she slowly realizes she's become entangled in a world so different from her own, and so dangerous, she isn't sure she'll ever get back out alive. Part of the Ammunition Series: a series of interconnected standalone stories. Can be read in any order! #1 in mobster, 16.09.21 🖤 [[ Word count: ~100 000 ]]

[complete; editing, ROUGH draft] "Say something in Spanish." I snorted, "Like what?" "I don't know... I just want to hear you speak it." Our gaze stayed on each other for more than it should've. But I couldn't look away. Her hair laid out behind her on the pillow, her hands under her cheek and her head nearly under my arm. I inhaled, "Puede que me esté enamorando de alguien que nunca me amará." She parted her lips and for a second I thought she understood me, my heart skipped a beat until she spoke, "And what does that mean?" "It means, this woman beside me asks too many questions," I lied. ***** Oakley Marrero has been nothing but a rebel since witnessing her parent's murder at the age of eight. Leaving everything behind ten years later, she settled down in New York City in hopes to track down the killers that have never been found. While on her mission, she had what she thought was a one-night stand with August Creed. But when she collides with him while just mere seconds away from catching her parents killer - getting away yet again - the two find out they have more in common than just sexual attraction. ***** -Does not portray IRL Mafia's- Start date: May 22nd, 2021 End date: Nov 18th, 2021 Status: Complete Achievements: 50k reads- July 22nd, 2021 2k votes- Aug 13th, 2021 100k reads- Sept 16th, 2021 3k votes- Sept 24, 2021 4K votes- Dec 10, 2021 150k reads- Dec 10, 2021 200k reads- Dec 18, 2021

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐚 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 Isabella moved to Italy with her best friend Aaliyah which was the best decision she has made for the longest time. She became a doctor and also won the Olympics in Figure Skating as a member of the Italian Olympic team. She wanted a new start from all that happened and that was what she got until everything changed when her ex-boyfriend, Axel Garcia came walking back into her life. But that's not the only thing he brought into her life. He's now the Don of the American and Latin American Mafia like he always wanted to be. But something was missing that that something was living in Italy far away from him and doesn't want anything to do with him after what he did. Axel knew he wanted Isabella back and he also knew he will get her back no matter what. He'll do anything to get her back. "You broke me! You broke my heart into many pieces," I yelled into his face. Just looking at him makes me want to cry because of all the memories that were coming back. "Pequeño Zorra, (little fox) I'm sorry-" I cut him off. "Don't call me like that. I'm not yours anymore. You lost me and everything that we had," I spat. I decided I had enough of him and his presence, so I grabbed my bag and was about to walk out of the apartment when I felt a strong grip on my wrist which turned me around to stand in front of Axel, inches away from his face. "You know that isn't true. I still love you. I never stopped loving you, amor. I promise you that I will fix this," he whispered and stared at me with his beautiful emerald green eyes. "Well, the feeling isn't mutual," I got out of his hold and walked out of the door without sparing the last glance at him. Before closing the door, I decided to say something. "Don't promise something you can't keep. We both know how that ended," with that I closed the door and walked away.