Zola West thought keeping her head down and running numbers for a Miami nightclub would be enough to survive. But when secrets surface and money goes missing, she finds herself face-to-face with the Bratva-and the ruthless man behind it all. Nikolai Malakhov doesn't tolerate betrayal, but there's something about the sharp-mouthed accountant that makes him hesitate. Now she's in his world, on his payroll, and under his control. The numbers don't lie. But Zola does-and it might cost her everything. A dark, addictive story of power, obsession, and survival.

They said love wasn't meant to be shared like this-between four people, across broken pasts, fierce passion, and a house full of children. But Rafael, Rina, Naomi, and Leonie were never meant to play by the rules. Rafael is a reformed fighter with a loyalty so deep it can burn. Rina is the woman who broke his heart-and still owns it and plus size. Leonie is the fire that keeps them steady, and Naomi? She walked in rich, bold, and blonde, flipping their world upside down with a single smile. Their love is messy. Raw. Real. And sometimes toxic. From Atlanta heartbreaks to LA mansions, they've fought to build a life together. But behind the sexy nights, picture-perfect Instagram posts, and shared vows, jealousy simmers. Old wounds ache. And no one's sure who's holding it together-or pulling it apart. They have history. They have children. But do they still have each other?

She was poised, stunning, and untouchable when he saw her behind the check-in counter. However, Adriano Morelli, a mafia heir, never agreed to boundaries. Kaïra Thomas, a beautiful Trinidadian woman, working the check-in counter at a busy airport, had no idea that her world was about to fall apart when he first saw her. Kaïra is abducted and brought into the centre of Italy's criminal underworld, where she is forced into a marriage she never desired with a man who serves as both her protector and captor. Can love blossom in the shadows, or will it break her to pieces, trapped in a gilded cage of violence, obsession, and desire?

"She served him a meal. He served her a life sentence." Laila Carter, a hard-working college student with dreams bigger than her wallet, takes a waitressing job to help pay for school. She's sharp-tongued, stunning, and uninterested in the men who fawn over her at work. But one night, the mysterious and powerful Demetri Vescari walks into the restaurant she works at-not as a customer, but as the silent owner and ruthless mafia leader hiding in plain sight. Demetri becomes obsessed with Laila's voice, her goddess-like locs, and the fire in her eyes. She resists him at every turn, sensing the danger he conceals behind his charm. But when Demetri blackmails her estranged father into agreeing to a marriage neither she nor her heart agreed to, Laila is thrust into a deadly world of secrets, power, and passion. And there's no walking away from a man who's decided you're his.

"You really think I'm out here giving this dick to anybody else, beautiful?" She swallowed, watching my hands go to my zipper. I smirked, leaning down, dragging my fingers up her thigh, over her soaked panties. "Look at yourself in the mirror, Jade."

BOOK 4 "Fuck, Carmen," I growl, gripping her locs tight, forcing her down until her nose presses into my abdomen. "Choke on that d-k, filthy a** slut. You love being my little cock-hungry bitch, don't you?"

I froze. A man was slumped against the graffiti-covered brick wall, blood blooming across his side. His white shirt was soaked through, and there was a gun just inches from his open hand. My heart slammed against my ribs. Run, Skye. You should run. But I didn't. Instead, I dropped my bag and took a cautious step closer. His head lifted. Piercing, icy blue eyes met mine, sharp even through the haze of pain. His face was all sharp edges and shadowed scruff, blood trailing from the corner of his mouth. His accent was thick and rough, like broken glass. "Leave." I shook my head slowly. "You're bleeding. Bad." "Not your concern." His voice was lethal, but he flinched hard when he tried to move. "You're gonna die out here," I whispered, kneeling beside him. My hands trembled as I pressed a napkin from my apron against his side. "I'm studying to be a nurse. Let me help." He stared at me like I was something he couldn't comprehend. A stranger. A softness he didn't trust. Then his hand, heavy and warm, clamped around my wrist-not rough, but firm. "What's your name?" he rasped. "...Skye." A beat passed. Then another. "I am Mikhail." His eyes darkened. "And you shouldn't have found me."

Who would've known a mob boss' best match is his nephews teacher