he came up to me, causing my heart to beat faster and faster. i held my breath as he lifted up my head with two fingers. "i make you nervous, babes?" - too much kwasiasem in my comment section. i don't tolerate rudeness. ------ WARNING, MATURE CONTENT started - 12/10/18 finished - sometime in june/july 2020 Top ranking: #1 in #UK

Book 2 of the Painted Lies duet grief /ɡriːf/ noun; intense sorrow, especially caused by someone's death. Liliana Russo is many things. The head of the Spanish mafia. A daughter. A sister. An assassin. A young woman. A criminal. Cruel? Ruthless? Unforgiving? Grieving? After everything she's been through in Italy, everyone almost forgot about everything that happened in Russia. Apart from Liliana, she struggles to forget a second of her past no matter how hard she tries. The training, the psychological manipulation, the torture and the fear. Now she has to face everything at once. Her family. Her friends. Her enemies. Her own reflection. Her past, her present and her future. And her grief. She watches as everything within reach to her burns at her command, at her touch. And she watches as it all goes up in flames. All of it. ... "Do you know how it feels-" I start, the anger seeping out of every crevice of my body as I walk up to him swinging my knife around in my hands with practiced precision, something that felt completely natural to me. Like riding a bike. "To have everything you love stripped away from you with one person?" My voice cracks and I point the knife against the external jugular vein popping out the side of his neck as he strains to get away from my hold. Alas his attempts appear to be useless against the restraints binding him the the wall. "My sisters dead" "I- I promise I didn't do anything to her" "Oh I know" I recoil with amusement and repositioning the knife so that the tip and butt both rest comfortably between my fingers as I twirl it, grinning like the Cheshire Cat with a sincere expression towards the bloody man hanging on the basement wall. "But unfortunately the person who did met an all too easy demise, quicker than I would have liked" I pout breaking into a manic laugh before dropping my face all together. "So I suppose, you'll have to do"

SEQUEL - CANNOT BE READ AS A STANDALONE Three years ago, he vanished - no goodbye, no explanation. Just silence. Now seventeen, Cecelia Bonetti has learned to live with that silence. She's grown into her strength, anchored by the fierce love of her brothers and the pieces of herself she's slowly put back together. But then - on the first day of senior year - he walks in. Zaiden Black. Only this isn't the boy she once knew. This is someone else entirely. Six-foot-four. Broad. Scarred. His eyes are colder now, carved from something darker. His presence is unignorable, yet he pretends she doesn't exist. He vowed to keep his distance. To stay cold. Unreachable. But Cecelia was never just a memory. And the more he tries to turn away, the more something fierce and protective stirs beneath the armor he's built. He thought walking away would be the hardest part. He was wrong.

19 year old girl named Aurora Dior was being abused since she was 8 by her father. Her father Vincenzo Dior is the Spanish mafia leader. However Aurora is being forced into an arranged marriage... With the most dangerous, possessive and ruthless Italian mafia leader. Dante Rossi he is cold, has no emotions. He owns the biggest mafia in the world. Thats why everyone fears him. But he isn't as ruthless and emotionless as everyone thinks. They all just got the wrong side of him. Will Aurora get a happy ending with him? Or will she regret falling in love with him?