"It really is a shame that such a pretty face is about to get so fucked up." I say as I run my finger down his jawline. "Even more so that it was wasted on an asshole like you." I add. "Feel free to sit on it anytime you want, Tesoro." He replies. *** Anastasia Levkin has recently taken the title of Donna of the Russian mafia after her father died. No one knows she exists, let alone is the most feared and deadliest assassin in the world and the new queen of the Russians. When Anastasia goes on a mission to infiltrate the Italian mafia, she believes it will be an easy task - get caught, lie her way into the Italian mafia and destroy them. Simple right? Except things don't always go according to plan. When Vincenzo Medici, the Don of the Italian mafia, catches Anastasia in his warehouse, he falls into her trap and accepts her into his mafia. Using her as an asset... but is that really all she is to him? The question stands: Will blood always run thicker than water? Or are there exceptions? The more time she spends with Vincenzo and his family, the more difficult her decision becomes. *** *Book 1 of the Medici series* BEING RE-WRITTEN #1 in Mafia (21/03/22) #1 in Humour (22/03/22) #1 in Gun (22/03/22) #4 in Romance (21/03/22) #1 in MafiaRomance (08/04/22) #1 in Don (17/04/22) #7 in Funny (15/11/22) #1 in Assassin (22/02/23) #1 in Violence (26/04/23) #5 in Betrayal (25/01/24) #1 in Plottwist (21/05/24) #1 in Guns (09/02/25)

Emilia has never been the type to be quiet or pushed around, that is unless it was Lorenzo. He's the only one who has ever make her knees shake...in more ways than one. She kept her distance from him as much as she could the older she got, feeling all too intimidated when she liked to be in control; he doesn't allow others control. Being close with his wife and him being a long time partner with her dad, they would have never thought what a bottle of cheap wine and cramps could lead them to. •••• "You know damn well you can't leave me," I tell her, squeezing her thighs. She bites her lip, cheeks turning a bright shade of rosy pink. Her skin is soft against the rough callouses of my hands. I never looked at her as anything other than a girl who got herself into trouble behind her daddy's back a little more than a year ago..now I'm the one she's fucking calling Daddy.