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.

BOOK 1 MATURE CONTENT 18+ Read at your own risk I slowly lifted the thin long sleeve over her head and she sat up a little in the process to help me. As if I wasn't hard enough her pierced hard brown nipples stood straight out begging to be touched. I brought my left hand up to rub and pull on one of her nipples making her release a low moan. I attached my lips to the other sucking on it and flicking my tongue at it getting a good shake out of her. My hand that wasn't busy made its way into the band of her shorts to find she wasn't wearing any panties underneath. "Traviesa." I say meeting her lips with mines again as I swiped two fingers along her soaking wet slit. "Fuck neonata, you're so wet." I say against her lips and she bit back a moan at my words that clearly affected her. I then dipped a finger into her tight hole and she attempted to clamp her legs shut only for me to push them back up so they were bent at her sides. I sent a harsh slap to her inner thigh close to her clothed pussy startling her but she moaned at the feeling. - A story in which a young naive girl gets affiliated with Mateo Ayala-Ricci with many skeletons in the closet RANKINGS ⭐️: #1 in Cartel #2 in Rich #3 in illegal #5 in Agegap #8 in submissive #7 in blackgirl #2 in mobster #9 in drug #13 in Don #25 in BWWM ©Copyright 2021. All rights reserved. This fanfic may not be reproduced, displayed, modified or distributed without the express prior written permission of the copyright holder. For permission contact @OtakuFaerie- on wattpad.com. Thank you.

Ocean Allister is a twenty-seven-year-old from New Orleans. She moves to California with her close friends for a promising job offer, little did she know her boss would be one of the most desirable men in Los Angeles. Luciano Lombardi already carries the world on his shoulders. A heartbreak and betrayal left him to care for four other people apart from himself. He puts his family above everything, and what happens when a new addition to the business steers his head somewhere else. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ "I'm aware that I was being overbearing" he breaks the silence. "Mhm, it's fine" I keep my head against the window, ready to take off. "If it's fine... why won't you look at me?" He sighs. I know he is right. So I face him, he is closer than I thought. My nose almost brushes his in the motion. My stomach twists with butterflies and my fingers itch to do something. I remember our little kiss vividly, my lips felt tingly even after. His lips were like no others, soft and the perfect fit against mine. This time around I'm not the one initiating it. Luciano doesn't let a beat pass until he kisses me.

He aches for her in silence, unaware of the depth of his longing. She hides from love, haunted by a wound that never healed-an ache born eleven years ago. Enzo Mancini made a vow: never fall in love. Aayinah learned to fear it. So when they're forced into an arranged marriage, resentment is their only common ground. But fate is cruelly poetic-because they were once everything to each other. Not in another lifetime. In this one. Just over a decade ago. Now, as destiny pulls their hearts back into orbit, a question lingers in the silence between them: Will they remember the love they lost? Or are they destined to fall all over again, as strangers? "We will always find our way back to each other, vita mia." -Enzo Mancini

*WARNING VERY DARK CONTENT * 18-year-old innocent Priscilla Gonzalo lived in Manhattan with her parents Leo and Carmela Gonzalo. She spent most of her life being homeschooled. She didn't party, go out, or hang with friends. All she was ever used to was her parents, tutors, maids, and personal driver. She didn't know anything outside her daily routine. That was all going to change this summer. Priscilla's mother thought it would be a good idea for her daughter to spend the summer with Leo's parents in Sicily. The whole trip was mainly for Priscilla to experience some fun as teenager. Her whole life she has spent playing by the rules and doing what she was supposed to. But Priscilla made a promise to herself to make this summer the most memorable. She didn't want to waste her time time in Sicily by just doing nothing. So if it meant breaking a few rules then so be it. It would be well worth it in the end. What was supposed to be just be a summer of fun. Turned into an unexpected romance with the notrious Toscano brothers. Her whole summer turned into love, lust, and romance. Which is something Priscilla hasn't experienced before. Will Priscilla be able to handle the Toscano brothers? Or is she going to back out when the Toscano brothers become too much for her?

𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘪𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘫𝘰𝘣, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘪𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. [𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝟣/𝟤 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖽𝗎𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗒] cover by @backenddoll 𝙖 𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙗𝙞𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙙𝙪𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

𝚆𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢...𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢...𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚎, 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚎, 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚎

Found myself in bed with both, intimacy was strong and I couldn't let go.

𝘪 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴, 𝘪𝘮 𝘢 𝘪𝘤𝘰𝘯 [𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝟤/𝟤 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖽𝗎𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗒] cover by @backenddoll 𝙖 𝙭𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙗𝙞𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙙𝙪𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

"ʙᴀʙʏ ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ɪs ʟᴏᴠᴇ." 𝗦𝗘𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗠𝗕𝗘𝗥 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟬