First three chapters of the Book Two of CLAIM --- Author's note: This is a first draft. Also, I suggest you read Book One - Theirs to Claim first. However, since the story is a lot more different, you may skip it. Although, you may get confused with some of the words I use which have been introduced in the first book and will not be discussed again in this book. I'm currently on a hiatus so I have put the book as a preview only, for now. Again, thank you for all the interest and support you have given my work/s!

"Whatever you have that stupid grin on your face for, the answer is no. No smoking, no guns, none of your Mafia friends, none of any of that. And most of all no..." she trails off and glances at Fiona. Pulling my arm to the kitchen she lowers her voice, "And no women. I don't want any of your little skanks or anything around my daughter. Got it?" I run my eyes over her body. She is wearing the scrubs again and her hair is pushed to the side messily. "You look extremely fuck-able right now Diana. " ••• She's a nurse, a mother to an optimistic twelve year old girl, a friend to three crazy women and her name is Diana Ambrose. Diana had a horrible childhood, now finally getting her life together, she'd do just about anything to make sure her daughter doesn't have to go through the same thing. That is when Mafia leader, Dante Stone appears in her life with the offer of a lifetime and the promise of a better life for her and her daughter. But under one condition. She must pretend to be his Fiance for five months. {The first book in the 'For Me' series} TW: Contains mentions of abuse. Adult content. Sexscenes. Curse words. Violence. Beautiful cover by talented: @wafflesxberries

|18+| ❛𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒊 𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 ❜ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Dark mysterious eyes. Fierce blazing eyes. Two enemies under one roof under the binds of an arranged marriage. While trying their best to ignore themselves and feelings just for the sake of their various companies, they couldn't help the sexual tension between them. There's a thin line between love and hate they say. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ "Sit on my face," I say firmly, laying down on the bed while she stares down at me like I had two heads. "But...how would you breathe?" Isabella asks, looking at my face and I chuckle. "That's my problem to deal with àmore," I urge her, seeing the lust on her face. "Just sit on my face, please."