What happens when a Mob Boss meets the woman ordered to kill him?

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"The Black Moon? What is it about?" "You will never, under any circumstances, mention that again. If you have any sense of survival, you'll stay the hell away from it. It's a line you don't cross if you value your life." His expression shifts, suddenly serious and firm. Red, flickering eyes pierce into my soul and his voice drops into a warning growl. "Remember these words." < Fanfiction about Sylus and my MC > 》Hope y'all enjoy. Don't forget to leave some stars if you like it! :)《 Story contains: • harsh and vulgare language • gore and violence • graphic content • explicit and sexual content

When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love? Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli. * * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. * * * WARNING! Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.

You know when you were younger and they told you that you could be whoever you wished to be? You could grow up and become whatever you set your mind and heart upon? Yep, well I'm here to tell you that's a complete load of bull. So as I stared across at my fiancé, our hands conjoined as he read his vows- it dawned on me. Getting married at age 23 to a self centered lawyer who viewed me as more of his little prodigé than his actually wife was not what I wanted. Becoming a defense attorney at a record age to a company own by said husband that I'll never be taken seriously in was definitely not what I wanted. And making my parents happy by completely shutting down any hopes and dreams I've ever had. was absolutely not what I wanted. "Nope." I shook my head, glancing between the priest and Jake, my soon-to-be, as I yanked my hands out of his. "W-what?" He stuttered, looking back at me mortified along with everyone else in the chapel. "Fuck this." I shook my head, as I lifted my dress and quickly made my way back down the isle that was littered with people I'd never seen before. So, few hours later and I'm on the first flight to Maine. Why? Well, shit happens. *this book is unedited

'Sometimes the DARKNESS you fear IS the LIGHT you seek' //MATURE CONTENT// A MAFIA ROMANCE Ranked: #1 bwwm #1 polyamory #1 bisexual #1 wmbw #1 blackgirl #1 russian #1 drugs #1 emotional #1 dominance #1 mmf #1 b×g×b #1 interracial #1 italian #1 agegap #2 daddy #2 mafia romance #2 dark romance -Guys, before you begin reading I just want you to know that there will be triggering content in this book. Read at your own risk. *Please note that if this story is plagiarized by anyone. I will not hesitate to take legal actions against you. If you are reading this story anywhere else, please report it. The book can only be found on this app.

The heavy smell of cigarette smoke couldn't even mask the metallic smell of aged blood beneath the floor boards. These were dangerous men. Boys with knives and painted skin.. ~ We laid in the darkened room letting the comfortable silence cover us. His tattooed hand lightly stroked the moist skin of my arm. Yuji was beautiful.. "I'm going to hell..." He said nonchalantly. My eyes danced along his strong jawline and shoulder length, tapered hair. Currents of silky, onyx hair. "I've touched such a pure soul with unclean hands..." He sat up, climbed to his feet and grabbed his silk robe from the door, concealing the Oni and blossoms that adorned his back. [Completed 02/27/20] *************************************************** Warning: This book is rated M for mature. This novel will include sexual situations, violence, and crude language. Let's try to be adults about this. If I catch you copying my book, I'll sue.

Fabio Costa has plenty of talent, a sharp tongue, and unlimited energy to burn, but his forehand could be improved. Enter Julian Foster, a retired Wimbledon Champion with a bad knee and zero patience for Fabio's antics. When the two of them team up, their unexpected bond takes them from the gruelling Challenger circuit to the glamorous world of Grand Slams. But as their connection deepens, amidst intense training sessions, press meltdowns and far too many shared hotel rooms, their feelings for each other threaten to bring down everything they have ever worked for. cover art by the amazing @aphedragonfly CW: Language, Alcohol, Injuries, Mentions of past emotional abuse. +++ All tennis players featured in the story are completely fictional. All similarities to existing players are due to there being only so many ways you can hit a ball with a racquet. +++ Featured by WackyWriters [Judges' Favorites March 2025]

"We can't do this." I whisper as our lips re-connect, a tingling fire surging through my body as his hands ravage unexplored lands; my innocence dissipating away with every peck he trails down my neck. "I know we can't. That's why it's so exciting." He replies through kisses. His effortless charm intoxicates me; drowning me; hunting me; devouring me. "What if my brother finds out?" The perpetuated patter of the rain unable to subdue my groan as he digs his nails deeper into my skin. "Who cares." ********** Welcome to my story, where an innocent boy finds a not so innocent boy in his bed; where they do not so innocent things. - YOP

- ᴀ ʙᴡᴀᴍ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴏꜰᴛ ʟɪᴘꜱ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴍɪɴᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ꜰʀᴏᴢᴇ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ᴋɪꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ. ʜᴇ ɢᴇɴᴛʟʏ ʜᴇʟᴅ ᴍʏ ɴᴇᴄᴋ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪꜱ ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴇᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪꜱꜱ. "ᴡᴀɪᴛ," ɪ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ᴀꜱ ɪ ᴘᴜʟʟᴇᴅ ʙᴀᴄᴋ. "ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ," ɪ ᴍᴜᴛᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ. "ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴡᴇᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪ'ʟʟ ꜱᴛᴏᴘ. ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴜꜱꜱʏ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴄʀᴇᴀᴍɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʟɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ, ꜱᴜᴄᴋᴇᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴜᴄᴋᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴍᴇ. ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴍᴇ," ʜᴇ ʀᴇᴘʟɪᴇᴅ, ᴘʟᴀᴄɪɴɢ ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇ ᴋɪꜱꜱᴇꜱ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ɴᴇᴄᴋ. ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴀʏ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴋɪꜱꜱ ᴍᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴏᴠᴇʀ. "ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʙʟᴀᴍᴇ ɪᴛ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʟᴄᴏʜᴏʟ ɪꜰ ɪᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ɪᴛ ᴇᴀꜱɪᴇʀ," ʜᴇ ꜱᴀɪᴅ, ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ʟɪᴘꜱ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ.