Scarlet has a past she tried to run from... But it followed her. The past can only stay in the dark for so long before it comes back. * * * Massimo Russo is the leader of the Italian mafia. He has been on the hunt for someone for a while but can't seem to track them down. Every time he gets close, they are gone in the blink of an eye. But he won't give up. Not until he gets exactly what he wants. * * * "Your original plan was to use me as a tool to lure them out into the open. Then you decided you want to protect me and had me sign a falsified document to protect me under your mafia. But now that you know I am portador de la Muerte you want me to help you take them down" * * * This book is intended for a mature audience. 18+ or those with a mature mindset. Potential triggers: abuse, murder, death, suicidal thoughts, mafia relations, kidnapping, sex

Izebel Katz has lived her entire life trapped with her psychotic foster parents. Until one day they are found dead. Suddenly she's being shipped across the country to meet the five brothers she never knew she had. Who happen to be the leaders of the most ruthless mafia in the world. She thought her dark past was behind her, but as she settles into her new life she quickly realizes she's mistaken. *EXCERPT* "Where are you going?" I turn around and sure enough there is Ryland LaRue. Standing there with his dark green eyes and perfectly slicked back brown hair. All of it disgusts me. "You followed me." I smile. "You...look familiar." "And you're drunk." He smiles. "Let me take you back inside." "I'm not drunk." I pout. "Promise." He rolls his eyes, yet he's still smiling. Then he walks towards me and gently grabs hold of my arm, pulling me back to the door. And I let him, only until we're close enough to the wall. Then, I twist his arm back and hit him in his gut with my knee, driving him back to the wall where he hits his head against the brick. "Like I said...I'm not drunk." I smirk. I put my right arm underneath his throat, holding him in place and use my free hand to grab my knife which I taped to my leg. "You little liar." He smirks looking down at me. "Shut up." I snap, bringing the knife to his throat. "I want you to tell me everything." He chuckles and then leans his head back against the wall. "You're going to have to be a bit more specific than that, princess."