This book has to be rewritten but I haven't had time yet. Just a warning! Hope you still read! For sixteen years, Valentina Jackson lived a quiet life in a small California town, unaware of the truth buried in her bloodline. But when a man she's never met-Don DeLuca-shows up claiming to be her father, everything changes. She isn't just an ordinary girl. She's Valentina DeLuca-the only daughter of one of the most powerful mafia families in North America. Now, thrown into a world of wealth, danger, and nine overprotective older brothers, Valentina must navigate family secrets, power struggles, and a life she never knew was hers. But as she begins to uncover the truth about why her mother left and the enemies who still lurk in the shadows, she realizes that being a DeLuca comes with a price. Some want to welcome her. Some want to use her. And some... want her gone. With a father determined to protect her, brothers who would burn the world for her, and an unknown future waiting ahead, Valentina must decide-does she embrace her legacy or run from it? Because in this family, blood means everything... and now, it's hers. #2 mafiaprincess 11/29 #1 bwhm 9/3 #1 mafia brothers 12/8 #1 plottwist 12/15 #1 Wild 1/25 Photos are from the internet

When you lost the love of your life, how far would you go to get them back? When the one person who meant the world to you betrayed you, would you get your revenge? *** "The thing about rules, Camille, is that they are so easily forgotten. Bent. Put on pause. Broken." "James..." I couldn't tell him to fuck off. I wanted to see what he would do. Fuck me in the board room? My mind was twisted. I wanted it. "Tell me to stop, Miss Alder." The second button was now undone, dangerously close to revealing more of my body to him, "If you're so concerned about rules." His words were right in my ear again, the third button now popping open. "Tell me more about how respectful you are of your rules, baby...I want to hear you say no." James smelled so fucking good, like always, just like I remembered. "Tell me, Camille." He encouraged once he caught my gaze, but didn't take it any further. "Tell me to stop. And I'll stop." A heavy silence ticked by and I knew that I lost the game. "Don't stop." ❤️ MATURE CONTENT | 18+ Explicit sexual content, profanity, mafia and crime affiliation, description of torture, murder, self-harm, miscarriage. Mention of rape, mention of death, mention of cheating, mention of suicide. All Rights Reserved 2024 ©R. Alexander/RJ7654

What she'd look like without that shirt. What she'd sound like if I kissed the corner of her throat and whispered her name there. What she'd do if I pinned her against the counter and made her say please. What she'd do if I- "Dominic?" • "I stayed up late, trying to get good at maths... just so I could be someone you'd respect. Someone you might someday look at and see more. Someone who could belong in your world." "I didn't want your money. Or your praise. I just..." my throat tightened, "I just wanted you to see me. Not Tristan's sister. Not a kid." Just Elena. • Elena Evelyn Grantt has spent years pretending. Pretending she didn't love him, pretending she could move on, and pretending it didn't matter that he never saw her that way. To Carl Dominic Enzo, she was only his best friend's little sister. But when Dominic returns, everything begins to shift. Older now and harder to ignore, he still calls her "little sister" and still treats her like family, yet his eyes linger longer than they should and the tension between them grows harder to resist. She was never meant to love him. He was never supposed to want her. But some lines are meant to be crossed...