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Property Of Vittore Martinelli βœ“ by NVMelissa13
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When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love? Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli. * * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. * * * WARNING! Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.
My obsessive emir by zuzulovesto_write
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#1 in North ranking πŸ₯³ COPYRIGHT : Β© 2026 Zuzulovesto_write. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be copied or distributed without the author's permission. This is a work of fiction; any resemblance to real people is coincidental.
π“π‡π„πˆπ‘ π‹πˆπ“π“π‹π„ 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 | πŸπŸ–+ by ariaduos
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✧ ππ‘πŽπŽπŠπ‹π˜π π‹πŽπŒππ€π‘πƒπˆ (𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍) ✧ When I was six I was kidnapped and taken away from my family for seven months. Thirteen years later and I have little to no memory of who had taken me. Ever since then my father has been severely overprotective and never lets me out of his sight. Now that I'm somewhat on my own everything starts to change. When I finish high school and start attending New York University my life takes a turn, for better and for worse. They're back. β˜† 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 π…πŽπ‘π„π’π“π„π‘ β˜† Years ago we found our little angel. She just so happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. She was the light in our lives, until one day we lost her again. Thirteen years later and we still mourn the loss of our sweetheart, but we found her once, we will do it again. I am the head of the Russian mafia, or a professor at NYU depending who you ask. One day I raise my head to look around at the sea of students and my eyes lock on a familiar pair of ocean blue irises. β˜… π‡π€π˜πƒπ„π 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐋 β˜… I'm a heartless killer and offer no apologies for it. As the head of the Russian mafia along with being the CEO to a multibillion dollar company, my life is nothing but darkness. During the day I'm an office man, at night my knife slashes through the necks of anyone I can get my hands on. Killing is my outlet, ever since I lost her. It helps me keep my anger in check. I've never stopped looking for her. We've come close multiple times, but each time came out unsuccessful. As I put a bullet in the head of my ex-guard, Alex comes rushing into the room, and the look on his face says it all. He found her. Start: July 4th End: ///
The Wolf Lord's Mate by cassidysmokeauthor
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"Understand, little mate," Nathaniel's lips curled into a smile, "That I intend to fuck you on every surface of this house. There will not be a single room that is not saturated with the scent of your pleasure." *** When human seamstress Mira is offered a job by the handsome and mysterious Lord Nathaniel, she is too desperate for the money to say no, even if it means working amongst Wolves. Knowing how humans have been treated by Wolves in the past, Mira is prepared to keep her head down and stay out of the Lord's way, except Lord Nathaniel seems to have the opposite plan. Mira isn't prepared for the strange pull that keeps drawing her towards the Lord, or for his long and heated glances at her in the corridors, and Mira is left questioning why the Lord could be so interested in her. After all, she couldn't be his Fated Mate - right? The Wolf Lord's Mate is a slow-burn Human x Alpha romance with plenty of smutty scenes 😈 All Cassidy Smoke books have an HEA ending. UPDATES every Friday on Wattpad Or read ahead and get twice weekly updates on Patreon
A Touch of Sin |18+| by onlyshannon
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After spending a night together, Alani never expected to see Valerio again. That is, until three months later when their paths meet once more. "𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒐 π’˜π’†π’•, π‘¨π’π’‚π’π’Š," 𝒉𝒆 π’”π’‚π’Šπ’… π’”π’π’‡π’•π’π’š, π’π’Šπ’‘π’” 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 π’Šπ’π’•π’ π’Žπ’š π’π’†π’„π’Œ. π‘½π’‚π’π’†π’“π’Šπ’ π’˜π’‚π’” 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 π’•π’π’–π’„π’‰π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’Žπ’†, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝑰 π’˜π’‚π’”. π‘―π’Šπ’” π’‡π’Šπ’π’ˆπ’†π’“ π’”π’π’Šπ’‘π’‘π’†π’… 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 π’Žπ’š π’„π’π’Šπ’•, π’‡π’Šπ’π’…π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’Žπ’š 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆 π’˜π’‰π’†π’“π’† 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 π’Žπ’š 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒂𝒍 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅. 𝑰 𝒑𝒆𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 π’…π’π’˜π’, π’”π’†π’†π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’‰π’Šπ’” 𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 π’…π’Šπ’”π’‚π’‘π’‘π’†π’‚π’“π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’Šπ’π’•π’ π’Žπ’š π’π’‚π’„π’š π’–π’π’…π’†π’“π’˜π’†π’‚π’“. 𝑰 π’”π’Žπ’Šπ’“π’Œπ’†π’… - 𝑰 π’π’Šπ’Œπ’†π’… π’‰π’π’˜ 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 π’π’π’π’Œπ’†π’….