It felt like heaven to fall in love with hell...

Originally called (Mafia and the Golden girl) They call him the devil in Prada, chaos in tailored skin. A ghost prowling the streets of California with vengeance and mayhem in his veins. Rodion doesn't make mistakes, and when he hunts, he doesn't miss. When his trail leads to Alessia Romero, he doesn't hesitate to strike. Alessia knows how to charm by mixing the perfect coffee. She draws cartoon arts that will steal your heart and upgrades her boyfriends like seasonal wardrobes. But her latest boyfriend comes with a deadly price: a kidnapping that throws her into Rodion's dark world, where silence is punished and loyalty is tested in blood. Rodion wants answers she doesn't have and mercy isn't in his vocabulary. But in the depths of this violent new world, Alessia uncovers something no one was ever meant to find: a secret that could bring Rodion to his knees. And it might be her only way out of this hell. _____ W A R N I N G Privileged for having scenes that would be deemed MATURE!

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 DARK ROMANCE "Fuck. You." I watched as the brown in his eyes darkened and he clenched his jaw. He stared at me for what felt like minutes and before I knew it, he had my back pressed against the wall. One of his hands was above me and the other gripped my jaw, sending thousands of shivers throughout my body but not in a bad way, again, only in an addictive way. "Talk to me like that again Elisia and I'll have you screaming it instead," he whispered, his voice laced with anger. His words suddenly sent a pool of wetness between my legs and made my heart beat a little faster. I tried to get rid of his hand on my face even though I knew I couldn't. When I didn't respond, he let go of me and stepped back. "Now get ready Elisia and if you're not ready by eight then I'll come do it myself," he threatened, walking away. I would love to see him try. Fuck him, fuck him, and fuck him. --- TW⚠️: abuse, intense sexual assault, violence, CNC, sexual content WITH consent, ⚠️ --- Complete but going through MAJOR EDITING

Quintessential Dynasty Series|| Book 2|| Lorenzo Santini|| 18+ Please note that you must read book 1, Deception before you read this book. ••• Wedding vows are a symbol of love, but not ours. Ours were built on vengeance and sealed in blood. I reckon it's my turn to pay the price for it now. After all, I shot him despite being in love with him. Men like Lorenzo Santini can't love, but they can hate like no other, and I just committed the unforgivable crime in his eyes. Destroyed. Dead. Defeated. Words I never thought I'd hear about my husband, Lorenzo Santini. However, even he is helpless against mortality. ••• Copyright© @averymarinoxo 2020. All Rights Reserved. ••• If you are reading this story on any platform other than Wattpad, you are very likely to be at risk of a malware attack. If you wish to read this work in its original, safe form, please go to https://www.wattpad.com/user/averymarinoxo Thank you. ••• ⚠️⚠️ Please be advised that this story contains mature themes and strong language, reader discretion is advised. ⚠️⚠️

Running from hell isnʼt easy. Especially when someoneʼs dragging you back down into it. Belligerent, brash and always in shades of black, Freya is hardly a lady. Hidden away by her father, sheʼs lived a normal life despite being born into the dark waters of New Yorkʼs underworld. Heʼs cold, cruel and calculating, with a proclivity for destruction. Feared by even Made Men, Torren is the boss of the stateʼs most leachorous crime syndicate. Freya hates his crudity and possessiveness, but she canʼt deny the way her breath hitches at his rough touch, the deep timbre of his voice, and his dark, heated gaze. Torren hates her disobedience, her recklessness, and her chaos. To him, sheʼs only something to be tamed. And after he slips a ring on her hand, snatching away her future, she makes only one vow---to become his biggest torment.

He was everything she should've hated. Arrogant, headstrong, and aloof. He tamed her fire to drive his own and never once did he care. At times it seemed he was everything except human...but, who was she to judge when she had done just as much evil as he had. She was a Mob Princess, and he a Mafia King, you'd expect them to be the ideal match, but mutually, they were everything but...and a marriage among the two was far from being the key. A/N: Hey there lovely! It wouldn't hurt to check this story out!! (っ.❛ ᴗ ❛.)っ

*SLOW UPDATES* *NOT EDITED* If you think you know him... You're wrong. If you think you know his family... Wrong again. If you think you know his story... You don't. If you saw him... You're Dead. If you crossed him... You're already six-feet under. No one has ever lived to tell the tale of him, and the tales that do exists are past down from mafia members. Once you're in the family there is no going back. That's what happen to shy old Serafino, she fell in down through a hole in a world, where innocent people don't belong. The Don of the mafia, Diavolo Sovrano didn't want to let her go. ----------------------------------------------------------------- He throws me to the wall with his face in the crook of my neck. His hands are strategically placed with one hand on my waist and the other one tightly gripping both of my hands by my wrists. I can feel his warm breath along my slender neck, he places small butterfly kisses up towards my ear. "Do you know what my name means in Italian, amore?" He asks huskily into my ear. I shook my head vigorously to hid the effect he has on me. I can feel his smirk on my neck as he replies. "Mia regina, it means Devil King. I can tell you, Tesoro, I can do whatever I want and hurt ever I want. So if you decided you want to run, I will find you. because you're MINE!!" I was about to speak but he crashes his lips onto mine.