'For The Mafia' Series - Book 3 of 3! **Read Book 1 (Made FTM) and 2 (Betrayed FTM) first!! Spoilers below!** It's three years later. Caterina and Enzo are raising their son together and ruling the Colombo and Linetti mafia organizations. Everything is going well for them and their businesses. They are as in love and sexy as ever. But Enzo wants more children. Cat isn't so sure. Their period of peace is broken as old enemies no longer wait in the shadows to take what the couple have built and destroy them once and for all. Secrets are exposed. Lies pile up. Past treacheries are questionned. New ones emerge. Tempers are higher. Knives are sharper. Everyone is at risk. Enzo and Cat's love may be endless, but that may not mean it can survive anything... Read the darker, deeper, sexier third and final instalment of the 'For The Mafia' series now! Started: September 30, 2022 Status: Ongoing! Updates will be weekly or more! Achievements: First 5,000 reads - January 7, 2023 First 10,000 reads - April 7, 2023 First 100,000 reads - July 3, 2024!

Victor Carson was the kind of man who commanded attention. With his chiseled jawline, smoldering eyes, and an air of power that seemed to freeze everything around him, he was impossible to ignore. The CEO of Carson Knight Group, a ruthless empire built on ambition, Victor had everything-wealth, status, and control. But when it came to love, he was emotionally detached. To him, it was a weakness he couldn't afford. He'd buried any trace of warmth years ago, and the scars from his past made sure nothing could change that. Vivienne Chen, the heiress to the Chen Group, was everything Victor wasn't. Kind, warm, and full of life, she had everything except her parents' approval. No matter how hard she tried, it was never enough. Her marriage to Victor wasn't about love-it was an obligation, a way to please her parents and secure her place in the family legacy. But the problem was, she *hated* him. Victor was a cold, emotionally distant man, and this marriage was nothing more than a business transaction to him. A marriage of convenience. A show. But what happens when two people who couldn't be more different are thrown together in a life neither of them wants? Can Vivienne's warmth melt Victor's icy walls? Will he ever see the woman beneath the perfect daughter and unwilling bride? It wasn't supposed to happen. But sometimes, even the most broken people find a way to heal. (Under editing)

Aria Lane is your typical shy girl next door; she always completes her homework on time and almost never receives a F on her report card. But what she considers to be a F in her life is her type 1 diabetes. Even though she has been diagnosed with it, she still struggles to keep it under control. What she doesn't have control over is her older sister Hailey, who one night asks Aria to drive her to a party and pick her up later; Aria has no idea that she will run into Dylan, the most popular guy at school, who may or may not have his eye on her.

"𝑰'𝒅 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖" "𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒐-𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒕, 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒐" A standalone. 𝐀 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞. 𝗥𝗮𝗷 𝗞𝗵𝘂𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗮 took her for revenge. To burn down her bloodline. But now, all he can think about is how she tastes when she mo-ans through clenched teeth. He wanted to 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 her. To punish her for a past she didn't write. To watch her shatter and never feel a thing. Exactly- he wanted to. Because somewhere between the ropes and the rage, the punishment and the pleasure- She became the only thing real in his twisted world. He took her for revenge. But she'll be the one to destroy him- One sin, one kiss, one scream at a time. In this game of fire and control... someone's about to burn. Will she just be a pawn in his revenge?

Davina Delarosa is the only female in the world to run a Mafia. Located in LA, she is feared by many, but one. Matteo. D'Angelo. Her biggest rival. His Italian Mafia was taught to fear none but one, their own. Decades of rivalry, murder, slaughter and pain. But what it is that causes them to form an alliance after all these years?

✭⋆𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞⋆✭ "Why did you not listen to me?"I whispered against her lips, my voice husky with a mixture of anger and possessiveness. "I can do anything I please. You have no right to dictate my movements," she retorted, her voice firm. My grip on her waist tightened involuntarily. "Let's go to bed, and I'll show you exactly who I am to you,"I growled, scooping her up in my arms and carrying her towards the bed. I hovered over her, intertwining our hands and gazing intently into her eyes, a venomous glint in my own. "Tell me what you see in my eyes,"I demanded, my voice low and dangerous. Strangely, she remained remarkably calm, her demeanor almost serene. Finally, she spoke, her voice barely a whisper, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "A child," she murmured softly. "What?" I barked, my eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "A little boy," she continued, her voice gaining strength, "who desperately needs protection. A boy who yearns for love, for acceptance, for someone to hold him and never let go. A boy who has always been the shoulder to lean on for others, yet has never found a shoulder to cry on himself. And I... I love this boy." Her smile was fragile, a fleeting expression that mirrored the softening of my own grip on her hands. My eyes stung with a sudden, unexpected wave of emotion. ✰ Falling in love with the daughter of his father's murderer, he found his carefully constructed revenge plan crumbling before his eyes. Years of carefully cultivated hatred threatened to be consumed by a burgeoning affection he never anticipated. Unbeknownst to him, she was the very source of the pain he sought to avenge. Would he succumb to the allure of her love, or would his thirst for vengeance ultimately consume them both? "MATURE CONTENT"

They were never meant to trust each other. Let alone bleed beside one another. Elena Corsi is a strategist, a cold-blooded heir to one of Italy's most ruthless mafia legacies. She's never needed backup, and she certainly doesn't want it, not from a Russian, and especially not from Aleksander Petrov. He's the Bratva's second in command. Silent. Brutal. And impossible to read. Sent by Giovanni Moretti to "assist" her in training the next generation of soldiers and to stabilize the Italian mafia after it's new take over, Aleksander is everything Elena hates, detached, arrogant, and unreadably dangerous. He doesn't respect her rules. She doesn't care for his silence. But with the old families rising, alliances fracturing, and a target growing on both their backs, Elena and Aleksander are forced into uneasy proximity. Between training sessions, strategic meetings, and the looming chaos of the annual mafia ball, tensions crackle and control slips. Because loyalty is currency in their world-and attraction? It's a liability neither of them can afford. But when bullets start flying, and betrayal hides behind familiar faces, the real question isn't who they can trust... It's whether they'll survive long enough to figure out what they really are to each other.

"Please, don't hurt me" I say, my voice just above a whisper. "If you hurt me, I won't be able to trust anyone again" "My little Devil" he says, cupping my cheeks. "I would rather kill myself than to hurt you" "Pinky promise?" I say, giving him my pinky finger. He wraps his pinky finger around mine, his touch sending shivers down my spine, like always. "Pinky promise." He smiles, that smile alone can make me wet and happy at the same time. His thumb brushes against my cheek, his touch softer than I ever expected from someone like him. "You don't believe me, do you?" he murmurs, tilting his head. I swallow hard, trying to ignore the way my heart is hammering in my chest. No, I don't. Because people like you always leave. But I can't say that. Not when he's looking at me like this. Instead, I whisper, "I want to." His grip tightens around my pinky, just slightly. "Then let me prove it to you." His faces inches closer, I can feel his breath on my lips. "What are you-" he cuts me off "Shh" he says, putting his index finger on my lips. "I am proving it to you" Just as his lips were about to touch mine. Amara enters the room. "Oh my fucking god, did I just witnessed my bestfriend almost getting kissed by my brother!?!? Oh lord, I am gonna passout" Once a drama queen, always a drama queen. Give this story a chance and I hope that I don't disappoint you 🌹✨

"W-What do you want?" I stammered, my eyes not leaving his gaze on me. "I want to prove you wrong." he smirks dangerously and speaks with his husky, deep voice. He took another step towards me and I took another step back making me collide with the wall. He hovers over me, his chest mere inches away from mine. He kept his hand on either side of me, caging me in his arms. He smirks dangerously and says, "That your body doesn't crave for my touch." He always does this, he intimidates me and then thinks I die for his touch. I would never allow his hand near me. Again. I grit my teeth and said "My body doesn't." He leaned closer to me, his hard chest pressing against my hardened nipples and whispered near my ear "Then why are you so nervous, rose?" He kept his mouth near my ear and his hand came on my bare legs. He slowly trailed his big, rough hands, making his way under my skirt. My breath hitched and he stopped mere inches from my core. No matter how hard I try to deny his touch, my body responds exactly the way he wants. My spine arched and my eyes snapped close. He breathed near my ear and whispered in his husky voice filled with sins, "No matter how much you deny, your body always craves for my touch, wife." ✤✤✤ Devansh Raichand, CEO of the top fashion label who only thrived for finding his father's murderer. But get his life tangled with Aisha Arora, an aspiring fashion designer, when he pays off her father's debt in exchange of marrying her. But what made him help her father? And why marry her? Just for the debt? or There's something more in this? But the most important, what will happen when fate decides to play its own cards? Will it wreck or strengthen them? ✤✤✤ !!HIGHLY MATURE CONTENT!! !!POSSESSIVE MMC AND FMC!!

The desire of blood. Marcello Russo, the only daughter of the infamous Don Russo. Born into blood, power, and secrets, she is the crown jewel of the Russo empire not because she's delicate, but because she's dangerous. The Mafia Princess. She's beauty draped in vengeance, a soft voice with a blade beneath it. People see her smile and think she's fragile until they feel the cold press of her gun against their ribs. She is her father's fury and her own fire. And then there's Marcello De Luca. The one man who sees her all of her and doesn't look away. Her brother's best friend. Her childhood protector. Her forbidden constant. He's older, deadly, and completely devoted to her. Marcello is the only one who can hold her without breaking, the only one she lets close enough to see the cracks. He has his demons, but he would gladly walk through hell if it meant keeping her safe even if that hell includes her six brothers watching his every move. Their love is unspoken but undeniable. Tension laced with longing, glances that scream louder than words everyone tells Marcello to stay away, but he never does.