After years of being stuck at home, Lence finally finds an escape after graduating high school. She has decided she's going to college, far from home, in New York. Even if she struggled to find an affordable apartment, she's glad she can make it out of her hometown. Yet, even her intelligence couldn't have helped the blindness of her rush. Her lack of knowledge about New York didn't help either. And here she ends up, living in a neighbourhood of New York for her studies, owned by one of the most respected gangs New York has ever known.

❝𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭.❞ ♤ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫. Nikolai Volkov. Her worst nightmare, yet she can't help but fall for his numerous erotic games. At first, she had a fiancée ready, but next he's found dead so they marry instead. What happens when she lets down her guard for him in many more ways than one? ♤ This story contains explicit sexual content and dark themes. Please read the trigger warnings before proceeding. started 01/01/23

Madeline Vera Ricci, her parents were killed infront of her at a young age. Since then she wanted revenge on the people who killed her parents. Madeline is seductive, evil, cold and an assassin. No one knows her true identity. They call her the Proserpine for a reason, everyone wants her dead. In the mean time she meets Alessandro José Lorence. He is the boss of the most powerful mafia, the Italian mafia. Alessandro is a ruthless, emotionless and a powerful man. Just like Madeline, he is feared by many too. He may be the best looking man, but he won't hesitate to put a bullet between your eyes. Once they take a taste, they can't stop. What will happen when they cross each other's paths? What secrets will be releaved? What will happen when the most feared assassin meets the most feared mafia boss?

[𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞] Once lovers, now enemies, but their love was stronger. Milana Levine used to be one of the most well known assassins in New York, maybe even in all of the US. Known as Demise, even her title sent a warning. She wasn't one to be messed with. Everything changed when she fled the reckless city to escape the aftermath of her father's murder. She was born into the Russian Mafia and wanted to finally give herself the life she felt she deserved. But nothing lasts forever. Upon returning to New York, Milana finds she has more enemies than she bargained for. With a gun to her head, her only chance is to appeal to the heartless and powerful Marco Cortez, the leader of the Italian Mafia, and hope he doesn't hold a grudge... Does she really want an alliance as badly as she wants him? And most importantly, how will Milana juggle revenge and desire? Started: 03/03/23 Ended:

Anastasia Mancini; everyone in the underworld knows her name, the Fiore Mortale. After her Grandfather murdered her parents, she was raised as his personal assassin, learning to kill without so much as a second thought. People fear her, men fall on their knees before her, her beauty transfixing them as they know the only time she'll visit is if it's the last face they'll ever see. Vincenzo De Santis; the Don of the Italian-French Mafia. After taking over leadership from his father, Vincenzo made a name for himself, becoming the most cruel and ruthless Don ever known, determined to create a legacy of fear and power. Both are set on killing the other, Anastasia on orders from her Grandfather, and Vincenzo driven by protecting his family. When the two lock eyes they're the first not to feel the shiver of dread crawl up their spine upon meeting the other, both consumed by a hatred. But what happens when they're forced to work together on a joint mission? Will their hate prevail? Or will fate somehow find a way? ---- I feel all hope vanish when I see a cruel smile make its way to his lips, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Say that again, Anastasia," he says, the way he says my name making my stomach drop. I bite my tongue and swallow my pride, sucking in a sharp breath, "I need your help," I rasp, my voice barely audible. He chuckles and leans against the doorframe, his eyes raking down my body. "Well then get on your knees and beg for my help."