An autistic girl sheltered her whole life gets a taste of danger once she meets a thug named Santiago Perez. ​Santiago "Ghost" Perez set his eyes on Zari one time and has never left her alone since "Checkin' your location, I'm wishin' I was close to you I left my heart on the West End, I can't wait to get home to you"

𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘯, 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐎𝐔𝐓. 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 @RICHMANIC. 𝘊𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘺 @amoreeplutoo ☆.

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"You're my drug; my addiction, I am addicted to you." ⚠️Sexual content *NOT EDITED*

He left a mark I never asked for. Now he wants to finish the piece. Amina Westbrook didn't choose motherhood. But when her younger sister dropped a baby and disappeared, Amina stepped in, raised that little girl as her own, and never looked back. Seven years later, the past comes tatted, cocky, and fine as hell, standing in the grocery store with the same hypnotic eyes her daughter sees in the mirror. Santiago Vega. Zuri's father. The man who left before he ever knew she existed. Now he wants in. He wants time. Forgiveness. A chance to be a father. And every time he shows up with that deep voice and soft smirk, Amina hates how bad she wants to let him. He's not just showing up for Zuri-he's showing up for her. Fixing things she didn't ask him to fix. Dropping money in her hand like it's his right. Touching her like he already knows how she breaks. And Amina? She's been holding everything together for so long that she doesn't know how to let go. Doesn't know how to want someone who actually stays. But Santiago? He stays. Through the attitude. The boundaries. The sparks that keep catching fire. And when he finally gets his hands on her? There's nothing soft about it. Now she's spiraling in his sheets, fighting him in front of her family, and falling harder than she ever meant to. Because Santiago doesn't just want to play daddy. He wants the whole damn family. And this time, he's not leaving until he has them.

A raw and riveting urban tale where trauma meets tenderness, and two guarded souls find connection in a world of secrets, survival, and slow-burning desire.

"Get the fuck away from me!" she snapped, trying to shove past him, but he caught her wrist with ease, yanking her right back. "Nah, ma," he murmured, tilting his head, eyes locked on hers like he was studying every little reaction. "You ain't happy to see me?" She swung at him. Hard. The slap echoed through the bathroom, her palm stinging from the impact. His face barely turned, but that smirk never left. If anything, it grew. "Awww, you mad?" He licked his lips, his gaze dragging over her like he was enjoying every second of this. "Damn, you look sexy as fuck when you mad." Tsunami felt her stomach twist in fury. "Fuck you, Dayvon," she spat, using his real name with pure venom. "You lied to me. You used me. You killed my father." His expression didn't change. Didn't flinch. He just looked at her. Calm. Confident. Like she still belonged to him. "I told you before, ma," he said lowly, stepping closer, forcing her back against the counter. "You mine. Ain't no distance, no time, no nigga gon' change that. So you can be mad all you want-yell, scream, slap me again if it make you feel better. But that don't change shit." Tsunami Corletti's new roommate is dark, dangerous, and hiding more than she could ever guess. Drawn to his secrets, she finds herself torn between her instincts as a mafias daughter and an undeniable attraction to the man she knows she shouldn't trust. But as she gets closer, Tsunami realizes she's in deeper than she ever intended-because her roommate isn't just a mystery; he's the city's most wanted kingpin. 2/8/25 Cover by the lovely: Zariyahjnovelty

"𝖶𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝖥𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖳𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗈 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍. 𝖲𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗈 𝗋𝖺𝗐 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝗆𝗒 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾." 8/29/22

𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘪𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘫𝘰𝘣, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘪𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. [𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝟣/𝟤 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖽𝗎𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗒] cover by @backenddoll 𝙖 𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙗𝙞𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙙𝙪𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣