Book 1 in the Saudade series. In Texas, land ain't just something you buy with a check. Sometimes it costs you blood. Azad Martinez spent twenty years building a fortune on one thing, and one thing only: burning down the uncle who stole his family's ranch and snatched his brother when he was just a kid. His plan is cold, it's ruthless, and it don't leave room for nothing soft-especially not a wife. But when his cousin comes for an innocent woman, Azad does something he ain't never done before. He acts on impulse. He marries her. Yasmin Garcia is a veterinarian who traded her freedom to keep her family's land out of the wrong hands. She figured she was signing up for a gilded cage and a husband who'd look right through her. What she didn't count on was a man whose silence tells a whole story of wounds that never healed. A man whose touch leaves marks, and whose enemies don't play nice. When a cartel-backed war kicks off around them, Yasmin starts to see the truth: the man she married ain't just some businessman with a nice spread. He's a king taking back his throne. And he'll do it by any means necessary. Y así es como empieza el desmadre. As Malik Martinez and his cartel compadres hit back, the fight for the Martinez name turns into a fight to stay breathing. Yasmin's got a choice to make: is she just a piece on Azad's chessboard, or is she the one person who can reach the wounded man behind all that cold steel? And Azad? He's gotta face down a truth that scares him worse than any enemy: to win his war, he might have to let down the walls he's been building his whole damn life. He might have to let her in. And that just might make the woman he married the biggest target of all. A darkly romantic tale of revenge, resilience, and the ruthless fight for a place to call home.

"Time is up, I AM CLAIMING WHAT IS MINE!" His voiced shattered throughout the entire tower. He has found me and claiming what is his; me. "Sire please, she not even 21 yet. Please let her stay for the year!" My father pleaded for my life but it was no use. I belong to him. Silence crept through the house before loud banging from large footsteps crept from the staircase. The pleading did not work. He was coming for me. .... BOOM! The large sealed oak door broke down with a simple kick from the notorious beast. I ran to the corner for protection but to no avail. He was taking me to my new life. ------------ My destiny was written before I existed. My family bloodline held much respect throughout generations, we were a perfect fit to be married off to the Vincenzo family. The largest mafia group to rule all of Europe and parts of America. They controlled everything since the beginning of time. So when my ancestor agreed to marry off his 8th grandchild off to the leader of the Vincenzo clan; it was a victory for the family. I am the 8th grandchild. My life now belongs to the Vincenzo clan.

WARNING: HIGHLY EXPLICIT NATURE //He approached me slowly, beginning to leisurely take of his belt. His body pressed against mine once more, confining me to the wall. "You want this?" He breathed into my ear. I closed my eyes, his warm breath pleasuring me in indescribable ways. "Saige, it'll kill me if you regret this in the morning." His eyes once again resumed their position against mine. "I need to know." I met his stare with surety. I did want this, I had wanted this for a very long time. I couldn't hide my emotions, and he couldn't mask his. "Shut up." I smirked, before pushing my lips against his once more.\\ LONG CHAPTERS Saige is a 23 year old woman, beautiful in the eyes of most, if not all. Damon, the 25 year old gang leader sees this beauty. She once loved him, but he broke her heart coldly when she was only 17. Ever since he has watched her, protecting her in the shadows. Occasionally he shows affection, but soon enough returns to his cold self, reminding her of his 'distaste'. Will they end up together in the end? When Damon's rival gang begins causing trouble, who will be at risk? Find out in Possession of a Gangster. Updates as much as possible every week.