"Marry me, or your brother dies." One brutal deal. One forced marriage. And a girl trapped in a world she doesn't belong to. He's cold, powerful, and never takes no for an answer. She says yes-to save her brother. But nothing about him is simple. And falling for him? That was never part of the plan.

(COMPLETED) Antonio Giordano, for what I've known him, he was a vicious and dangerous Capo of Chicago city. After the death of his father he got to look after the city. My father sold me for his status now I am sold to Antonio under a business deal. Antonio forcefully married me. "You are my darling wife now." He whispers in my ear, my heart picks a rate at his closeness with my body. "Does it makes any difference?" I roll my eyes and take a step backward. He chuckles while taking a step forward, "it means now I can do whatever I want with you." His hand runs on my cheek making me shiver. What happens when a dominant mafia falls for a sinless girl? | This is a dark mafia Romance and contains mature contents. Read at your own risk. |

★BOOK #11 in the DARK SERIES★ "I don't want to let you go even if that makes me evil," he growled as he held her body in his arms. Trez Luciano had one rule. Destroy anyone that got in his way. Living on the streets with his brother and then being smuggled into cage fights, he saw the worst in people all the time. Until, he met his mate. She was beautiful, kind and had a smile that made the ice melt away from around his barren heart. He couldn't resist her warmth or the way her wolf eased the blood thirsty animal inside him. Angela Moretti saw the worst in life after her parents were killed in front of her eyes. Living in Tuscany all her life, she couldn't bear the crushing memories of her parents being taken from her. So, she left for New York and now worked in a cafe with her best friend to ignore the ache in her heart. But all that changed when a customer at the cafe was a very dangerous man and called to her wolf and her heart. Axe Luciano was the head of security for his brother's nightclub. He made sure that no one fucked with his brother and killed anyone that tried. It was a simple way that worked for him to forget his tormented days in cage fights as a prized fighter. He kept his focus on work and nothing else... until trouble came calling at the club and he rescued a woman, that beckoned the possessive wolf from inside his blackened soul. Sonya Sharma moved from Mumbai all the way to New York to escape her old life. She was best friends with Angela and they even lived together after they met at the airport the day they both arrived. Deciding to stick together, they both worked at a cafe. And she knew all about the shifter world while being a human. However, she never thought that she'd catch the attention of Axe Luciano.

In a world ruled by power and fear, Cadmus Montenegro stands as an untouchable force a man of mystery, ruthlessness, and an obsession that consumes him. When he crosses paths with the one woman who challenges his control, he'll do whatever it takes to claim her. Kidnapped and thrust into his dangerous world, she finds herself torn between her desire to escape and the intoxicating allure of the man holding her captive. As Cadmus's obsession deepens, secrets unravel, and boundaries blur, leading to a dark, passionate battle of love and control. Will she survive his dangerous love, or will it destroy them both... Bea💙🍁

⚠️ This is not a romance. Kidnapped. Sold. Silenced. Aanya's life was small, quiet, and routine - until it vanished in a single night. Taken from Mumbai and sold into an elite underground auction in America, she becomes the possession of a man who has never heard the word no. He calls it love. But his love is made of chains, silence, and power. Aanya doesn't want to be rescued. She wants to survive - and destroy the world that stole her voice. 🚨This book explores real-world trauma, abuse, and the psychology of power and survival. It is not a romance. The actions of the characters are meant to disturb, not inspire.

"I would tell you to run, but you can never outrun the devil." Tales of corrupt men of God are quite common, from those diving their hands into financial corruption to those who sought sexual favours from young men and women. Seraphina would never have thought of crossing paths with a man of God, quite as corrupt as Miceli Di Mauro. A ray of sunshine, a girl with pink highlighted cheeks, lip gloss and bows in her hair. Seraphina Sibanda embodied innocence and blissful ignorance- always seeing the best in people, and never ready for what the outside world could do to an innocent soul like hers. Pastore Di Mauro is a stark contrast from the young, demure, uncorrupted and naïve flower- with his deceiving light brown eyes and smooth and sultry voice, hiding the true monster that lay within. Mafia, murder, religion, abuse, and captivity, all cross paths in this riveting tale! AVAILABLE ON AMAZON

I was the daughter of a dirty sheriff and an abused woman. Haedleigh was a small town, which really didn't have much going on, and it was known for its vintage trains. It was the kind of town where everybody knew everybody, your neighbours were practically family and there was only one college in town. Our bars played amateur music from amateur bands who rehearsed in their garages, there was a gas station where trucks would stop for the night and cheap beer cans littered the streets every Saturday and Sunday morning. Haedleigh was the kind of place where kids weren't afraid to play in the streets and more often than not, the elderly would gather every morning, gossiping about whose daughter was spotted with whose son. But even with towns as peaceful as Haedleigh, dirty secrets still lay within the rubble of the scrapyard. The swinging decapitated bodies that hung from the Islesbury Bridge, heads placed on spikes on the front lawn of different homes, and the random gunfire you'd hear in the middle of the night as the people of Haedleigh sat near their radios, in silence. It was all his doing. A man by the name of Salvatore Esposito that people whispered in the confines of their homes with the lights off for fear of the curse that his name carried. Quite honestly, I dismissed the whispers and thought that they were simply rumours. Lord knows how those spread around these parts since people didn't have much to do with their lives, but I suppose I shouldn't have been so naïve. I mean, papa did refer to his corrupt friends as 'the devil'. That should have been warning enough I suppose, but my curiosity would be the death of me...literally. AVAILABLE ON KINDLE!

I lived out of a van and wherever the wheels took me was my home. I danced with drunkards at the local country bar and I smoked cigarettes, staining them with my black cherry lipstick. I always had my head in the clouds, because I was a free spirit; my spirit was pure and I lived one day at a time. I was a lonely poet, constantly seeking for more but failing to put it in the right words. I knew that he was the one for me, from the very moment that I set my eyes on him. He was the kind of man I pictured to take my innocence. His tall and strong build made my small one feel safe around him, as if he were a shield from all the terrible things that the world could throw at me. Those big hands of his, God, I could imagine just the pleasure they could bring to me. The fact that he drank green tea, read the newspaper every dawn, that salt 'n' pepper hair of his, those aged lines on his face- he was like art; to me, he transcended poetry. I wore my emotions on my sleeves and he saw right through me, as he did with every other person. He read me like he did those words on the front page of his newspapers, but I didn't care. I wanted him to be my hero and I wanted to belong to him. I wanted him to take me in his arms and whisk me away, strip me of every bit of innocence even if it ruined me. It's true what they say, 'be careful what you wish for'. I hadn't known that a man like him was no saviour, even though he had warned me, I was in too deep already, too naïve and too in love with what I saw- that I had no idea the ruin that lay ahead as Massimiliano Esposito's woman. Poetry- as it had for all other great poets- led me to my destruction.

....where only one thing is required: your silence