BLACK WOMAN X WHITE MAN/ASIAN MAN "You want to play games? Fine. But we play them my way." Camila Quinn built her life on discipline. A pre-med student with a flawless GPA, meticulous routines, and a future mapped years in advance, she believes in control-in earning what she wants and keeping drama at arm's length. Even her relationship with Alex Walker, the star quarterback she's been with since high school, fits neatly into that plan. Until it doesn't. College changed him. The attention, the ego, the entitlement that comes with being untouchable. Slowly, the respect fades. The excuses stack up. The silences grow louder. And eventually, the truth becomes impossible to ignore. Alex was unfaithful. He never says it outright, but the disrespect is evident. Camila tries to let go. Tries to be the bigger person. But heartbreak curdles into something sharper when she realizes how little he seems to care. One disrespect for another. Anger takes root. And then there's Leo Brooks. Alex's former best friend. His unresolved rivalry. A transfer student with his own reputation, his own edge, and a very clear reason to hate Alex just as much as she does. Leo keeps appearing-everywhere. Unintentional of course, but; That's when the idea forms. What starts as strategy quickly turns dangerous. Because Leo isn't a pawn, and Camila isn't as unaffected as she pretends to be. The more they blur the lines between revenge and desire, the harder it becomes to tell what's real-and who's going to get hurt in the process.

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.

❝𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀?❞ 𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝘀𝗸𝘀, 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘀𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗜 𝗺𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝗮𝘇𝗲, 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗮𝘀 𝗜 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗳𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗹𝘆, ❝𝗨𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗸𝗶𝘀𝘀 𝗺𝗲.❞ - COMPLETED ✓ (LOOK INSIDE FOR DESCRIPTION!)

- ᴀ ʙᴡᴀᴍ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ɪ'ʟʟ ᴄᴀʀᴠᴇ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜ, ꜱᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ᴄʀᴀᴠᴇ. ɪ'ʟʟ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʏᴇᴀʀɴɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇ, ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴜꜱʙᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴏ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ ʙᴇ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴀᴛɪꜱꜰʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ᴅᴇꜱɪʀᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴜꜱꜱʏ ᴀᴄʜᴇꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇ." ʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪꜱᴇᴅ. "ʙᴏʟᴅ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʜᴀɴᴅʟᴇ ᴍᴇ" ꜱʜᴇ ʀᴇᴘʟɪᴇᴅ. ɪɴ ᴀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛʙᴇᴀᴛ, ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟʟ, ʜɪꜱ ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴡʀᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴛʜʀᴏᴀᴛ. ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ ɢʀɪᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ʜᴜɴɢᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙᴜʀɴᴇᴅ, ʜᴇ ᴄʀᴀꜱʜᴇᴅ ʜɪꜱ ʟɪᴘꜱ ᴏɴᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀꜱ, ᴛᴀꜱᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇꜱꜱᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ᴅᴇꜰɪᴀɴᴄᴇ.

She valued lives. He took them. She saved him. He wanted her. She was a doctor and he was a mobster.

"ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏʀ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴀʟɪꜱᴄᴏ ᴄᴀʀᴛᴇʟ?" "ɴᴏ ᴏꜰꜰɪᴄᴇʀ." "ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴛᴇᴄᴛᴏʀ ꜱᴀʏ? "ɴᴏ ᴏꜰꜰɪᴄᴇʀ." ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘎𝘦𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘩 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘩 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘼 @𝙥𝙨𝙨𝙮𝙥𝙧𝙣𝙩 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙙𝙪𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

Mafia, lies, money, betrayals. #1 in bwwwm #1 in white male #41 in forbidden #241 in couple #84 in blackwomen #112 in Italian #15 in mafia romance #586 in mafia love

𝐄·𝐥𝐲·𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐧; 𝐚𝐝𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐞. ______ "𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝟐𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐛𝐮𝐭, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰... 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐭." 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝟏𝟒, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 𝐏𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝: 𝐅𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝟏𝟓, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝐅𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝟒, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓

Calista Santiago, a 29 year old mother and wife, life is filled upside down when her husband's old lover comes back into their life. Her husband leaves her for his lover and takes his son with him against her will. 8 years later, Calista has since remarried and has more kids. What happens when her now grown son and ex husband comes back in her life unexpectedly? IN THE PROCESS OF EDITING!! #1 in Infidelity #1 in Cheating Husband #3 in Regret #4 in Divorce #4 in Blackwoman

The word slut is a bit unnecessary. As well as whore, hoe, slag-𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘨? Jesus. I don't understand where the fuck to give comes from. Let's put it into theory, you get zero play and I mean 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘦, now why does me not being lonely have to do with that? Now let's say your loneliness is what drags you to a strip club, and you're the one throwing money at women like me? I don't see the harm in pocketing a few dollars if you're the one dropping them at my feet.