𝘈 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘮𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘥. 𝘈 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦. 𝓝𝓮𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓱𝓮 - 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵, 𝘧𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥. But remember, a riorson is never just a riorson. Because a riorson was once a Moretti. Moretti mean guns. Moretti means danger. Moretti means war. Not your average teen romance. Not your average mafia romance. But maybe something in between. "Didn't your mother teach you not to hit a woman?" "You," I said quietly, "are no woman." "Hating her brought me joy." "I can see his face of anger from here. Beautiful." "She has kissed me. All is shattered." "She's so pretty and mean and evil, and this is going to fucking ruin me."

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐀: "ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴠᴇʀᴡʜᴇʟɪᴍɢ ᴅᴇsɪʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴋɪss." 𝓘n which sin meets vengeance. Two souls, one contract and bitter revenge disguised as sweetness. He wasn't supposed to fall for sin, not when he had become vengeance. And yet he found himself chained to the very thing he swore to destroy. It's never about who dies first, but who stays long enough before they crack. ...𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓.𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐀 #1 in cocky 2026 #2 in forced proximity 2026 #5 in donna #mafia romance #dark romance #steamy

"I knew you'd be here." I let out a breath, settling down on the edge of the rock next to her. She kept quiet, her gaze focused on the gentle movements of the ocean. "I wanted to clear my mind." I took her hands in mine, intertwining them. "What's wrong?" I asked her, drinking in every inch of her face. She's gorgeous. "You don't need to tell me if you don't want to, but know that i'm always here for you." I spoke up when i noticed her silence. A smile crept up on her face, her dimples popping out on the side of her cheeks. "Thank you." "I think i'm in love with you." I grumbled out as i pulled her closer, slowly guiding her head to my shoulder. "Yeah?" Her warm eyes met mine as she let out a soft laugh. I looked down at her. "Yeah, my heart feels like it's beating out my damn chest."