Luca Romano is a force to be reckoned with - a powerful, wealthy man who commands respect and fear in equal measure. He's ruthless to his enemies, but to those he loves, he's fiercely loyal and protective. And I am his. From the moment I entered his world, I knew I was in deep. I was drawn to his strength, his charisma, and the way he made me feel alive. But there's a dark side to him, a predator that lurks just beneath the surface. It both thrills and terrifies me. As I navigate the dangerous world of Luca's business dealings, I find myself caught in the crosshairs of his enemies. But Luca won't let anyone hurt me. He'll stop at nothing to keep me safe, even if it means putting his own life on the line. But as the stakes get higher and the danger intensifies, I can't help but wonder: can our love survive in a world so full of violence and betrayal? Or will my past and present catch up with us, tearing us apart forever? COVER DONE BY: @typinchapters

"The rules for a Mafia wife were endless and strict. Once she entered into this life she would never be free. Women in the Mafia were first daughters, then wives, and then mothers; always under the control of a man, always expected to live up to their expectations." A woman who yields to no man, who cannot be obedient, is not made to be a Mafia wife. Liliana Fiorenza, the headstrong granddaughter of a Sicilian Mafia Don, was not made to be a Mafia wife. Yet, she is forced to return to America and marry the infamous and secretive D'Onofrio heir. Marcello D'Onofrio, the heir to the D'Onofrio legacy, has gained himself a reputation for being far more ruthless than his father ever was. He now sits at the head of one of the most powerful American Mafia families in New York, consumed entirely by his work. Until, that is, he is forced to take on a wife - one who fights him at every turn. TW: Contains violence, assault, depression, and covers the topic of suicide. COMPLETED / BEING EDITED

I chuckle darkly, "So wet for me, you dirty little slut." She looked at me then with those ocean eyes , but didn't say anything. I didn't remove my fingers, just grazing her pussy softly from the fabric. I see her round tits perfectly fitting in my hand. I softly molded it, her soft moans can be heard. God, Her moans. I bend down and kissed the swell of her breasts. Sucking the skin there " mmmm... Mr.-" "Marco." I told her. "Marco..." She moaned my name. ___________________________________________ What happens when the Italian mafia boss meets a mere employee at a studio he went for a talk show. Or is she something else? Who knows. Marco Vitiello and Kalila Roslyn. Let's see if this meeting will lead them to hell or heaven.

When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love? Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli. * * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. * * * WARNING! Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.