Sequel - Mafia's Desire - is out on my profile now! The moment I approached his isolated mansion in the middle of the woods, I knew my life was forever changed. The moment I laid my eyes on him, I knew my life was forever changed. The moment he showed me the first hint of kindness, I knew my life was forever changed. The moment he first kissed me, I knew my life was forever changed. Arsenio Campione, leader of the Campione organized crime family, saved me, a broken girl who had escaped from a broken home. **** He moved up and sat on his knees between my legs. His hands gripped my hips. "I need you, Arsenio. Please," I begged. I knew he wanted this too, but he was hesitant. He wanted to make sure I was serious, and I was. I had never been so sure of anything. I wanted him. He tightened his hold on my bare hips. "I can't hold back anymore, Eloise. I need you, too." "I don't want you to hold back," I whispered against his lips. Disclaimer: I do not speak Italian. I translated English to Italian using Google Translate. Also, thanks @idemen-san for creating the cover!

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN