[COMPLETE] He said nothing when he pushed me back onto the table, just looked at me like I was the only thing in the room worth touching. The gun on his hip pressed into my thigh. I didn't care. I pulled him closer. Rhys dragged his fingers down my ribs like he was counting them. "Keep looking at me like that," he muttered, "and I'll forget we're not supposed to make a mess here." My breath hitched. "Then forget." His smirk was sharp. Dangerous. Mine. And then his mouth was on my neck, and I stopped thinking entirely. ─────⊱𓆩♰𓆪⊰───── As their worlds collide, sparks fly dangerously & irresistibly. Zariah needs the money, and Rhys is the perfect ally to make that happen. But as the lines blur between business and desire, Zariah realizes the price of working with Rhys may be higher than she ever imagined. ─────⊱𓆩♰𓆪⊰───── "Obsession cuts deeper than bullets when you're sleeping with the enemy" - 𝐊. 𝐍𝐲𝐱 Best rankings ⤵️ 🥇#syndicate (19/08/25)

#1 in black 6/20/25 #1 in assassin 6/19/25 #3 in bwwm 6/15/25 They called her the Black Dahlia - a ghost, a myth, a merciless assassin raised by the Mexican cartel and vanished without a trace. But Eve'elynn Jones is no legend. She's flesh and blood. Vengeance and venom. And now that she's nineteen and free, she's back to burn every name that betrayed her - starting with her own family... and ending with the monster who made her. What she didn't plan for was him. Abel Jefferies Lanoun is thirty-two, ruthless, and born into the throne of the Italian mafia after his older brother was murdered in cold blood. Cold-hearted, sharp-eyed, and feared from New Orleans to Naples - he's a man who bends nations with a whisper. And right now, he's hunting the one person who could win his war against the Spanish - the elusive Black Dahlia. But when he finds out the killer he's chasing is a dark-skinned siren with silver eyes and fire in her blood... everything changes. She doesn't want him. He doesn't trust her. And neither of them realize that obsession is just another kind of war. When power meets beauty, and vengeance meets control - the line between love and hate will bleed

BOOK 4 "Fuck, Carmen," I growl, gripping her locs tight, forcing her down until her nose presses into my abdomen. "Choke on that d-k, filthy a** slut. You love being my little cock-hungry bitch, don't you?"

BOOK FIVE His spit mixed with my wetness, dripping down my thighs. "Dario-fuck-slow down," I whined, but he didn't. He shoved his tongue inside me, deep, then pulled back just to suck on my clit again. Over and over. Sloppy as hell.

BOOK 3 I gritted my teeth, staring up at her, my head swimming with thoughts. "You're so fucking pretty, I wanna slap the shit outta you." Her breath hitched, and instead of being scared or confused, her lips curled into this tiny smirk. "Do it then." I groaned, my hand twitching as it gripped her hip. "Don't play with me, Heaven..."

BOOK 2 I was too busy gripping the sheets, moaning to argue with this dumbass. "Fucking love how you sound,ma," he murmured? his lips brushing against my ear. "Only for me, right?" "Y-Yeah," I stammered, barely able to form fucking words. "Damn right," he said, pulling his fingers out and replacing them with his dick. THIS STORY IS NOT EDITED ‼️

Book Cover By: @writermarie__ Five years after a night of forbidden passion, a powerful mafia Don's violent pursuit of a debt leads him back to the enigmatic dancer unaware that she holds a secret that could shatter his empire: his heir. ••••••• Tristian Perry, the undisputed kingpin of New York's underworld, lives by a strict code: power, respect, and ruthless efficiency. A chance encounter five years ago with a young stripper named Lyric Raven resulted in a single night of intense passion, a night he barely remembers amidst the chaos of his life. Lyric, on the other hand, never forgot Tristian. That night left her with Trevor , a son she's fiercely protected, keeping his paternity a secret. Now, five years later, their worlds collide again with explosive force. Tristian, enraged by a dealer's betrayal, traces him to his apartment, only to find Lyric and Trevor living there with him. He kidnaps them both, intending to use them as leverage against her brother until his debt is paid. Lyric, hardened by five years of single motherhood but still possessing the spark that initially captivated him, ignites a dangerous desire he thought he'd buried. Tristian is torn between his ruthless nature, his growing affection for Trevor, and his re-emerging obsession with Lyric.

When 27-year-old Kai Jefferson finds a little girl named Sofia being kidnapped by a group of mafia men, she immediately risks her life for the child. She takes the child under her care and protects her against the men, successfully escaping from harm's way. She later finds out that the little girl's father is Dante Moretti, the Don of the Italian mafia and Sofia is now attached to her. He kidnaps her to protect her from his enemies who are now after her. What happens when Kai is forced to live among the mafia boss and care for his child? Will she do it? Or will she run?

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. . . . . . . . . . . We've all heard the tales of good and bad, the tales of innocent deceit and her hero, the tales that despite their nature, show us the beauty in contrast. But it's the tales of pure evil that get swept under the rug. The tales of deception, where cruelty is rewarded. The tales that have you questioning who the real villain of the story is. There's a simple philosophy to most thing in life; two wrongs 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 make a right. So what ensues when you put two of the worst kinds of people together? Loyalties transfer, lines blur, and hatred ignites complete chaos. She's cunning. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. She's dangerous. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴. She's evil. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦. Or so that's what we're told. The devil is always worse. But maybe, just maybe, she's the devil in disguise, playing his advocate... . . . . . . . . . . - 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 - 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 - 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. - 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧. - 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞.

I finally found her after five long years... She thought she could disappear and I would let her go... I have yearned and craved for her touch again... This time I will not let her go.... Blood will be shed if anyone tries to stop me from being with her... The darkness has plagued my mind and she is the only one who can save me... The monster she once called me plays over and over again in my mind... But I am no monster... I am Eryx, the head of the Vallea Mafia