*Rewriting offline and finishing the sequel offline* 18 years ago she was taken. No one knew who took her. Was she alive, most didn't know and many didn't believe so. Alora Cattaneo, she's a girl who doesn't talk much because of the trauma she's experienced. She lost both of her best friends before she was teenager. Cold hearted yet hopeless. Not knowing if her life would ever change. How wrong was she after finding out her "father" was not actually her father and that he died in a tragic accident. Automatically she thinks she is going into was orphanage only a few hours later she meets her father and older brothers. Will she trust them, trust, something she hasn't has in a long time. Will they accept her with all her faults and trauma. Let's find out. Read to more to find out!! FYI - The sequel is included in this book so you dont have to go look for the sequel after you finish this half of the book. 50 000+ words Rankings: #28 - girl #17 - lost #15 - trust #41 - broken #28 - past #6 - big #55 - lies #47 -nightmares #63 - torture #894 - mafia Cover idea & pins - @eroticdesires

"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

❝𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘯, 𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘢𝘴, 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘺. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵. 𝘐 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 ? ❞ L U C A S K N I G H T The capo. The King. They fear me because I fear nothing. The only person capable of saying checkmate has always been me because I have saved my queen. Only in front of my queen shall I bow, but she is hidden from everyone, including me. A T H I R A N O V A K I'm not hurting anymore, hurting seems easy? Try shattered, destroyed, hollow. He was supposed to be my King, and this was supposed to be our game of chess, but he left. Now, twelve years later, he says that I am his queen but isn't the queen supposed to protect her king, after all this is a game of chess.

Davina Delarosa is the only female in the world to run a Mafia. Located in LA, she is feared by many, but one. Matteo. D'Angelo. Her biggest rival. His Italian Mafia was taught to fear none but one, their own. Decades of rivalry, murder, slaughter and pain. But what it is that causes them to form an alliance after all these years?