"P-p-please.." My voice was a jagged, stuttering mess. I frantically clawed at the basement floor, trying to scramble backward, but my limbs were shaking too violently to find traction. Tears cut through the dirt on my face as I stared up at his towering silhouette. "I-I-I'm sorry... I-I p-promise, ! D-don't do this, p-p-please!" Adrien stood completely unhurried, his sapphire eyes dead and hollow. His violence wasn't a fit of rage; it was a cold, calculated execution. He stepped forward, pinning my left leg flat against the concrete with his crushing weight, and brought a solid iron rod down directly onto my kneecap. Crack. An explosive, white-hot agony shattered my mind. I let out a blood-curdling shriek that bounced violently off the walls, my entire body convulsing. "A-A-Adrien! S-st-stop! I-I'm b-begging you!" I screamed, sobbing so hard I choked. Without a word, he lifted the rod again and shattered my right kneecap. I collapsed onto the freezing floor, my teeth clicking violently from the absolute shock. Before I could pass out, Adrien knelt over my trembling form. He shattered a thick sheet of glass against the table, holding a razor-sharp shard in his gloved hand. "You forgot whose name you carry, my dear," he whispered softly. "Let's make sure you remember." He pressed the jagged glass deep into the bare skin of my shoulder blade. I shrieked, my body locking into a rigid line as he began to deliberately engrave his name into my flesh. TRIGGER WARNING‼️‼️ This book is not ordinary dark romance novel . It contains sensitive themes , abuse , sexual assaults , murder and what not. READ WITH CAUTION ‼️‼️

When her childhood friend Adella is abducted by the hands of their enemies, Jasmine and Valentino turn the city of New York upside down in search of her. She is found eventually, but to say she's remained untouched was the worst of understatements. Seeking vengeance for the cruelty inflicted, the angel of light fast becomes the angel of death. Of course, who ever said exacting revenge would be a walk in Central Park? Kazimir Ivanov and his wife Andriana - who was also Jasmine's sister and Valentino's ex fianceé - hated Jasmine and Valentino with a passion and wanted nothing more than to end them and destroy all who were close to them. In order to do so, Kazimir does everything in his power to drive the couple apart; bringing in the most ruthless criminals in America to be his pawns in his own sick version of chess. Determined to put the rabid dog down permanently, Valentino accepts the challenge, and it's not long before war is declared and the red flag is raised, bringing death and destruction to their doorstep. In a world of kill or be killed - where money, blood and power reigns supreme - either you're the hunter or the hunted. You want to survive? Then pull the trigger. "Let's play a game, shall we?" Valentino picked up one of the guns and inserted a bullet in the chamber. "We're gonna play some Russian Roulette. Whoever shoots him first gets to torture him." I clapped my hands excitedly at the prospect of a challenge. "Let's do it!" Smirking, Valentino pointed the gun at the prisoner. I watched as his eyes screwed shut, waiting for the bullet to hit him. When nothing happened he passed the gun to Damen. Again, nothing. When it was my turn I aimed it at his thigh, pulled the trigger, and a shot was heard. Damen groaned and slumped against the wall. "Fuck. Again." Grinning, I picked up my obsidian knife and trailed my finger along the blade, watching my latest toy squirm in his chair while terror was etched onto his face. "So, who's ready to have some fun?

Blissfully married, surrounded by loyal friends and family, and the leaders of the eminent Sangue Mafia, Jasmine and Valentino Guerrero are the quintessence of a perfect couple. They are dangerous, bold, powerful and above all madly in love. Mere months after having tied the knot the newlyweds are faced with family drama, envy, jealousy and animosity from all sides. They say family is everything, but sometimes even the closest relatives tend to hide the darkest secrets. In addition to the internal strife, shadows from the past loom over the Guerrero household, bringing startling revelations, pain and old grudges to the surface while threatening the safety of the family as well as their loved ones. "Alright buddy, here's the deal. My wife is hungry, she's cold and tired, and frankly, so am I," Valentino said as he picked up a hammer and approached Alejandro. "Why not make this easier on everybody and just tell us where the files are? If you do that, I'll skip the foreplay and go straight to the fucking." "You idiot! You mixed up the phrases," I laughed. "It's, 'I'll skip the torture and go straight to the killing'. You're just horny babe, that's why you were thinking of foreplay and fucking." "I blame it on you tesoro. You and your sexy-as-hell body. Why, looking at you in this tight little leather skirt and lace top has all sorts of desirous thoughts running rampant through my brain," he groaned. I giggled and leaned against the wall, feeling proud of myself for being able to scramble Valentino's brains so easily, that too without even trying. Redirecting my attention to the matter at hand I saw Valentino raise the hammer and bring it down on Alejandro's knee, causing the latter to let out an anguished yell. "Where are the files?" he demanded. "F..fuck you! I'll never tell you!" Alejandro spat. Valentino looked back at me and I gave a helpless shrug. "He asked for it, so give it to him."

"What happened?" he asked sternly. She sat still and made sure her hood was covering her bruised cheek. He noticed her unease like no one else. "Nothing." She answered. He mentally noted the scratchy sound in her voice. He carefully walked towards her while shaking his head. "Who is hurting you?" WARNING: Adult content, strong language, violence, and a lot of sexual content. This story is graphic and may be too intense for some readers. I suggest readers 17 and older. Read at your own risk.

𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐚 I downed a shot of tequila, allowing the burning liquid to slide down my throat and settle in my stomach. I deserved to have some fun without boundaries. I poured a second glass and it disappeared as quickly as the first. Then came the third, fourth and fifth. Still I wasn't satisfied. My landlady was a bitch, I was fired and my boyfriend cheated on me. My nerves were shot to hell! My eyes lazily scanned the nightclub as I consecutively downed my sixth shot for the evening. Life's a bitch. 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐨 𝐆𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐫𝐨 I sat in the VIP section of the club, a glass of vodka in my hand as I watched the woman several yards away drowning herself in tequila. My lips curled in amusement. The red dress she wore showed a generous amount of cleavage, her ass was ripe and full, begging to be groped. She looked to be eighteen. I wondered what a pretty thing like her was doing in a place like this, drinking like there was no tomorrow. Not that it was any of my business. Women came, got laid and wasted in this nightclub every night. Nothing special to see here. "Muori figlio di puttana." I pulled the trigger on my gun and shot the Mexican in the head after he was caught stealing coke from my warehouse. Blood splattered everywhere, staining the walls and my designer suit. I tucked my gun back in my pocket and left the ally. "He killed a guy!" I shrieked as I turned to run away from there as fast as possible. Just as I was about to run back inside, a large hand clamped around my neck and I was pressed up against a rock solid chest. My jaw was caressed by - a gun!? "Going somewhere piccola?" a deep voice whispered in my ear. "Let me go, you sick twisted bastard!" I growled. "Feisty and a foul mouth. I like it," he chuckled. "You killed someone! I'm calling the cops!" I shouted. "Princess I own the cops," he said stroking my face. "and now I own you. Say goodbye to your old lif