Trey been grindin' since he was a kid. At 23, he tryna leave that street life alone, workin' at a car shop and keepin' his circle small. He don't trust easy, don't talk much, and damn sure don't got time for drama. Zay, 21, is the type to say whatever on his mind. He loud, got a bad attitude, and stay outside-hustlin', fightin', and talkin' shit. He known in the neighborhood for runnin' his mouth and gettin' into trouble.

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A Forbidden love quadrangle with a Mob Twist From scrubbing floors to scrubbing up for the wealthy, ruthless, and devastatingly attractive mafia kings...Millie never thought her cleaning job would lead to this. After an unforgettable one night stand, Millie never expected to see the handsome millionaire again, let alone discover he's part of a powerful mafia dynasty. Now she's a maid - bound to not one, but three dangerously seductive Moretti brothers, each with their own dark desires. But is Millie just the maid, or something more?

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Alexander Kane has been called a psychopath, a control freak and basically anything along those lines. Nobody understands why every year for six months, he selects a group of men to share his house for a competition for his amusement. Nor do they understand why he gives the winner a large sum of money and does it all over again. He doesn't understand it either, but wrapping people around his finger is his drug. And this year is no different. Or is it? ••• Rule #1 You will refer to the master as Daddy. Rule #13 Falling in love will lead to immediate disqualification. [This is not a BDSM story]

I stand there wide eyed and frozen where I am being held in place. The sounds of fists connecting on skin, cracking under his bloody fists. How can he be so cruel and heartless? Why doesn't he just leave me alone? "STOP PLEASE JUST STOP!" I hear myself scream feeling warm tears fall down my cheek. I couldn't bear it anymore. At the sound of my scream, he stops midair snapping his head towards my frightened one with a sadistic smirk. He does that every time someone begs. "Sorry Princess, I don't think I heard you?" He heard me, that's how he plays with people's emotions. "Stop just let him go he didn't do anything wrong." He stares at me blankly. His eyes show anger. "HE DID DO SOMETHING WRONG! HE TOUCHED YOU! NO ONE TOUCHES WHAT'S MINE!" I flinch from his screams, something I always do when he yells. "I'm... we aren't." I shake my head. "Say it. I WANT.TO.HEAR.YOU.SAY.IT!" I know what he wants me to say, I just couldn't. He notices that I am not going to say the three words he wants to hear. Turning to face his punching bag, he lifts his arm again, hatred in his eyes. "STOP! I -- I'll say it, just please stop. He's had enough." I say defeated. Dropping his arm, he drops him on the ground like a sack of dirt and stalks towards me as the arms that restrain me let go. "Tell me Princess. Tell me what I want to hear." he cups my face with his bloody hands. Staring into his cold-hearted eyes I let out a shaky breath "I -- I'm...only...yours." His lips curl up into a smile pulling me into his lips. Kissing me possessively, I shut my eyes tightly. Pulling away he goes back to a serious face. "You.Are.OnlyMine! Remember that. You belong to me. You know I will kill any guy that even thinks to look, speak or touch you. Do you understand me? I nod my head yes glancing over at the limp body on the ground then back at him. Stepping back, he turns and kicks him on his side making him spit blood out. "Next time you're dead!" ... I'm only his...

He just FaceTimed the wrong person that's it, nothing more can come from it...right? But what happens when he keeps texting the wrong number. excuse any mistakes or errors...

𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 '𝖘𝖎𝖗'

ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪɪ "ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜ sᴏʀᴇ, ʙᴀʙʏ. ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛɪᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴏᴠᴇ ᴛᴏᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ, ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʜᴇʀᴇ. ᴏɴʟʏ ᴍᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍɪɴᴇ."