Slüt, whöre, gold digger. She's the small town girl you snicker about with your friends. The one that jumps on the back of roaring Harleys! The one who dared to marry an MC President... and then divorce him! Scarlett Rivera has heard it all. But unlike all small town girls, this one has a story! From ol'lady, to fair game...

"What the heck!?" Adriana let out stunned now suddenly aware of her very exposed position. Her black two piece bikini underneath the sheer gold bathing suit cover up wasn't exactly much of a cover up and Salvatore was not going to be impressed with her. "What are you doing?" She continued stepping back into the rail, feeling the cold metal push up against her lower back as he stepped towards her. The elevator quickly moving upwards towards the suites. "Where's your boyfriend?" His voice gruff and demanding. "What?" She questioned still pondering how she had gotten herself into this situation. The elevator pinged once again, the doors opening briefly to reveal a family of four. "Take the next one!" He demanded pushing the button once more before flicking his head back to stare at her looking indecent as ever. "You think he'd be ok with you looking like... This?" He questioned knowingly taking a step towards her, like a lion stalking its prey. His hand brushing against the gold material before taking a fist full into his hand jolting her forward towards him taking her by complete surprise as her body smashed into his stern frame. "You think he'd be ok with you acting like this?" Adriana questioned back placing both palms on his chest slightly pushing away trying to keep her balance in the moving elevator. "Don't touch me..." She warned. "He wouldn't like it!" A chuckle falling from his lips as he stepped towards her once more, his fist still firmly fisting the material. "But you like it Adriana... Don't you?" He teased with a harsh tone of authority. "Fück your boyfriend!" And then his free hand was under her cover up, his palm flush against her bikini bottom core, pushing her there, a gasp falling from her lips. "We can't..."

https://twitter.com/SicilianMafiosa _______________✏ This is the story of Claudia, Francesco and Giovanna from Silence in New York and Whispers in New York. Although it is not necessary to read the others in order to understand, it is highly recommended. This book starts from around the end of Silence in New York and will eventually coincide with Whispers in New York. _______________✏ "Hey baby," Francesco leaned over the couch placing a kiss on her forehead. "You're up late!" He noticed the wine glass in her hand, "and drinking wine..." "So I am," she responded without a hello. "Where have you been? You haven't slept here much lately." She continued to focus on the television screen waiting for his response. "Sorry Gi." The use of her nickname from his lips forcing her to cringe. "We've just been busy lately, you know, with business." He walked around his recliner couch to look at her, she was barely acknowledging him. She's pissed. He thought to himself letting out a small frustrated sigh. He made his way to her left side near the coffee table examining the Chinese take-out boxes. He picked up the one with the noddles along with the plastic fork sitting untouched by the edge of the coffee table. He dug his fork in taking a mouth full of the now cold, thick yellow noodles. "Sitting on my couch I see," he joked trying to push her into talking more. "Hmm." Giovanna hummed, "your couch huh?" She took the final sip from her wine glass then placed the empty glass on the same coffee table. "Yeah, my couch," he continued to push trying for a playful rise out of her. With the noodle box in one hand and the plastic fork plunged securely into the yellow noodle goodness, he proceeded to pry through the other two boxes discovering the honey chicken. "Really? Honey chicken? You know I hate that shit Gi." "That's too bad." Giovanna pushed herself out of the recliner. "Because I hate it when you sti

https://twitter.com/SicilianMafiosa _______________✏ “It really is a beautiful piece” he murmured before disarming the safety. “Ah, I’d prefer if you didn’t-” “Hmm?” He tilted the gun back into an upright position now aiming it steadily towards her. “I’m sure he got you something without serial numbers I assume? Untraceable?” Her breath hitched and she immediately froze on the spot. What the fũck is happening right now? Her hands instinctively raised up near her head as if surrendering. “How do you know his name?” She asked attempting to mask the fear in her voice but failing miserably. “I never told you his name,” she continued firing away the questions rapidly. “If this is some sort of joke” she stated, “then it’s time to come clean now. You’re scaring me.” “Joke?” He walked towards her with his finger firmly on the trigger. “I thought I was going to have to get my gun out tonight, but looks like you had one just readily waiting for me” he motioned his head towards the dining room chairs pointing them out to her, “drag a chair over and take a seat bella.” _______________✏ Salvatore Abandonato, a Naples born mobster climbing the ladder to success. He will do anything to protect his family and ensure their successful name throughout New York City. When he meets Adriana Di Dio, a gorgeous young Sicilian, things change dramatically. It's not only him and his family he has to protect now, but also the young life of Adriana. The pair commence a roller-coaster ride filled with danger and and immense emotions. A roller-coaster ride they can't seem to get of... _______________✏

Official Trailer: https://youtu.be/H3VQ9T8SkXY https://twitter.com/SicilianMafiosa _______________✏ Whispers in New York is Book Two of the series. You must read Book One - Silence in New York to understand the story as it is a direct continuation. _______________✏ "Let's get this straight," the officer took a deep breath trying with every fibre in his body to contain his excitement. This wasn't the first time, no. This had happened many times and once push came to shove, he found most people were all talk. Especially women. They were always all talk. He glanced back behind him, the FBI agent casually leaning against the wall under the camera with one leg bent, his shoe placed flush against the wall with both hands in his pocket. Waiting. Patiently waiting for the officer to get down to business. "You're willing to testify to these accounts?" She licked her coral painted lips nervously. For a brief moment she thought of Salvatore and everything he had done for her. All the things he had promised her. All the moments they shared together. her eyes travelling from the officer, to the FBI agent and then to up to the camera. "Yes. I'll do whatever you need me to do." _______________✏