When Angelica Hale arrives in Italy in search of her birth father, she expects answers-maybe even closure. What she doesn't expect is to stumble into a crime scene... or into the sights of the Italian mafia. Now a target, Angelica is thrust into the dangerous world of Sebastian Alfonsi-a ruthless gangster with a gentle side he doesn't show easily, and a family name soaked in blood. He offers her protection and a chance to start a new life. But as their attraction grows so does the danger around them. With the walls closing in and enemies drawing even closer, loyalties blur, Angelica must decide whether to run from the danger-or dive headfirst into it. And falling for Sebastian could be her most dangerous mistake of all. Because in a world built on deception, some secrets are deadly. And the truth might kill her.

"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

"Your problem is that your heart is too big, it leaves you vulnerable and makes you weak." He spoke in such certainty that it brought tears to my eyes, because it was the truth. I was vulnerable and delicate, I was weak and let my guard down too much. "You put your heart on your sleeve. You are oblivious to evil and peoples capabilities because you cannot imagine a person like that, you are blinded by your good nature." "What about yours?" I asked hesitantly, trying to keep the shake out of my voice. He looked at me with confusion for a second so I continued, "What about your heart?" I questioned. He looked at me with his dark eyes, his stare like stone. "I haven't got one." ******* Angela and Adriano are like fire and ice, they are complete opposites. But what happens when Angela gets thrown into Adriano's dangerous lifestyle? Can Adriano protect her from the evils he faces every day? Or does it become too much for the innocent Angela to cope with? *Warning: There maybe be strong language in some of the chapters.* #26 in Romance 10/04 #4 in Romance 19/06 #2 in Romance 28/07 #1 in Romance 03/09

Playing a tune that I knew since I was a child. I expertly pressed the key correctly, not a single mistake. The beautiful sound coming from the grand piano echos in the room, it feels like it was taking me to another world where I can only imagine. Closing my eyes because that's the only thing that I can do. "I love you," I heard the man said and I stopped playing. "I can't love you," I replied not facing his direction. "I love you," his husky voice that I love, repeated. He was waiting for an answer but I don't have the intention. "I think it was love at first sight," he said. "That's funny," I said still not facing him, "Considering that I'm blind." A man who is a Mafia boss fell in love with a woman who is blind. A woman who is blind sees the true nature of the Mafia man. How can he protect the woman? How can she love the man? The woman who only see the dark and the man who is in the dark. A story that will take you on a roller coaster ride. .Copyright. You are not allowed to copy my story. Since I'm the author of the story I have all the legal rights. I don't own the picture of the story's cover so credits to the owner. Please respect the copyright rule. Thank you.