After losing her parents at the age of twelve, Thandi spent years running-from orphan homes, street predators, and the crushing weight of poverty. Through it all, her big sister was her shield. Her hope. Her last thread of innocence in a world determined to strip it away. But when violence rips her sister from her life, Thandi's fragile world crumbles. Alone and helpless, she is sold into the hands of the De Luca family-the most feared mafia dynasty in the world. In the dark halls of power, cruelty, and desire, Thandi's stolen innocence echoes in every shadow. And survival may cost her the last pieces of the girl she used to be.

She was hired to care for his children, not capture his heart. Imani Blake thought she was just a temporary babysitter-just a curvy, quiet 22-year-old doing her job and staying out of trouble. She didn't expect her boss to be Massimo Rossetti, the cold, dangerous, and devastatingly gorgeous head of the Italian mafia. He didn't want a babysitter. He didn't want her smile, her softness, or the way she made his broken sons laugh. And he definitely didn't want to feel something for her. But some things-like fate, lust, and love-can't be controlled. And once Massimo decides Imani is his, nothing and no one-not her innocence, not her fear, not the blood in his world-can stop him from claiming her. Even if it means war Teaser: Watching her try to move was the sexiest fucking thing I'd ever seen. She lifted her hips awkwardly, dropped down with a soft moan. I groaned, tightening my grip. "Just like that. Keep going." Her hands clutched my chest, nails digging into my skin. Her movements were unsure-slow, stuttering, but so goddamn raw. Pure. And then she found the right angle. She gasped. "Oh-right there," she whimpered. "There?" I asked, thrusting up a little. "You mean here?" She screamed. Fuck. I did it again. Her thighs shook. "You gonna come for me, baby?" I whispered against her mouth. "I-I don't know," she cried out. And then- Her body jerked, legs trembling as she squirted all over me. Eyes wide, mouth open in shock. "Oh my God," she gasped, covering her face. She tried to pull away. "Did I just-?" "Yes," I growled, flipping her onto her back. "And you're gonna do it again."

there's a bar in the city, and it just happens to be ran by the Castillo Crime Family. *this story falls between Natalie Young and Sam Castillo, the son of Richie Castillo. This book has not been edited, so excuse any errors.

People think becoming a Mob wife is something magical. It's not. It's far from it. Mob wives deal with targets on their backs, abuse from their husbands, witnessing the most gruesome murders and may have to deal with a kidnapping or two. The pros were having any and everything you wanted; having a big, buff, dangerous man protecting you no matter what. Here's Brooklyn's story about being Mrs. Vitale, the first black wife in the Vitale Crime Family. * this is not based in 50s. It's around 2014 in the beginning, but it's a different 2014. * book has NOT been EDITED. Excuse any errors.

"I love you more than yesterday,and less than tomorrow"

| Book 2 | Of The Wicked Games Book Series "Look at me" he demanded, grabbing my chin with force. "You're still mine." His fingers dig into my thigh, a painful reminder of his presence. "Do you understand me?" He leans in closer, his breath hot against my ear. "Say it," he whispered. "I won't." I flinched, trying to pull away, but his grip only tightened more. "Don't try to run mami," his lips trailed down my neck sending shivers down my spine. "You can't escape me." His lips find the sensitive spot just below my ear, "Say it," he repeated, his voice a seductive caress. "Tell me you're mine." "I..." I began, my voice a soft whisper. I couldn't finish the sentence. I was too distracted by the way he nipped at my skin, a painful bite that sent a jolt of unwanted pleasure through me. "Say it," he urged, his voice laced with amusement. "Or I'll make you." MATURE CONTENT! 18+ ⚠️ Cover by me :)

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥......

| Book 1 | Of The Wicked Games Book Series "I want you," I plead. "Mmh" he murmurs as he grabs my legs and pulls them down to the end of the bed. My breath hitches and my mind clouds with lust as he kisses from my ankle to my inner thigh. "Beg," he commands, grabbing me by the throat and squeezing. MATURE CONTENT! 18+ ⚠️

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘍𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳, 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘗𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘚𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵. An interracial urban story in which a girl meets a boy who is the opposite of her but another version of her at the same time. They go through ups and downs as their love for each other sinks deeper into the roots of when they first met. She becomes so distracted trying to unwrap all of his layers, she forgets to guard her own; unbeknownst that he was doing the same thing. Only he was getting way closer to the goal than she was. -𝐌𝐒. 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐎-