Saint Lozano was a skater. It's what got him up in the morning and put him to sleep at night. That and the few drugs he did. Him and his blonde hair and dull blue eyes seemed to attract trouble. Baby McClain was a sort of pariah at school. Not because of her pretty almond skin, or curly hair-but because she was considered weird amongst what was considered norm at Sierra High-school. Saint and Baby met in the flickering iridescence of the basement ISS room. While forced to get along during their community service hours, and talking about what life was like outside the bronx, the two become more than friends.

*Completed 2017* *EDIT 2024 Hey lovelies! I will be editing this story for Kindle publishing! Will update with more news to come!* She was stolen from the club her friend had took her to. Just the driver, because she knew how her friend could drink. She just wanted a night to herself because exams where over. All she had to do was enjoy her summer before she went beck to college. But no. She was at the wrong club at the wrong time. Now she's stuck, stuck with the Mafia.

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.

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"Why won’t you let me in?!" He cried in frustration clenching his fists together with an undeniable passion, raising his strong arms. I stared hopelessly at him with more tears welling up in my brown eyes. “I love you.” He whispered to me. But he needn’t, he needn’t have told me for I already knew, I knew in fact, very well. I just didn’t accept it...

First Story ~~~~~~~~~ Shea Lockman was in no need for a boyfriend. She had just ended a longtime relationship with her boyfriend Sean. With Sean getting married Shea struggled to find a replacement. Ethan has been "Ms. Lockman's" assistant for a year. He's determined to show her that he isn't a kid, and he wants to be her lover. Can Ethan really show Shea that he's more than what he looks?

Trying to blend in with her group of so called friends. Grace got a bit to drunk on the night of her 20th birthday. Had an incredible one night stand she was hoping to forget by the other two weeks. Months later she had a beautiful baby boy. She wants to find Mr. Unknown before her baby's fourth birthday. Times have changed and he had matured very fast. The last time she saw him he was clean shaven, had smaller muscles and shorter hair. But his deep voice didn't fade.

I always thought true love was something that would happen to you at your own will. You'd chose who to love and if they loved you back then well yay for you. I never thought I'd have to deal with this. I was no longer considered a human being. I was an object. I was his property.

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