I wear his name like a scar. Alessandro Rossi stole everything from me; my freedom, my future, the lie I told my father to keep him alive. He thinks I'm a tool to be used, a bride to be displayed, a Fraga to be broken. He thinks the ring on my finger means I belong to him. He's wrong. Every cage has a weakness. Every monster has a wound that won't heal. And I've spent enough time in the dark to know exactly where to sink the knife. When I'm done, he won't just lose me. He'll lose everything. [Book 1 in the Sins of the City series.]

She survived her mother's poison. She survived her father's murder. Now Rosa Nera must survive the crown he left behind. As the new Donna of Kansas City's most powerful crime family, Rosa rules with a steel fist wrapped in black velvet. But the wolves are circling-a rival Russian faction wants her territory, her own underboss wants her in his bed, and someone in her inner circle wants her dead. Then she catches him watching. Konstantin-a line cook in her restaurant, standing in the shadows as she executes a traitor. He should be a loose end. A problem to eliminate. But there's something in his eyes. Dark and utterly unafraid. And when she looks at him, she doesn't see a witness. She sees someone she wants to own. She doesn't kill him. She offers him a job as her personal chef. Brings him into her home. Keeps him close. Too close. What Rosa doesn't know is that the man in her kitchen isn't who he says he is. Konstantin has no memory, no past, and no name. Just hands that cook like a chef and move like a killer. And what Konstantin doesn't remember could destroy them both. Because someone killed her father. Someone is poisoning her Capos against her. And someone is watching from the shadows, waiting for the Donna to fall. In a world of betrayal and blood oaths, the only thing more dangerous than an enemy at your gate is the man sleeping in your bed. And Rosa Nera has never been good at playing safe. (Previously titled : Casino Queen) [Book 4 in the Sins of the City series.]

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧. Her ambition runs too thick and her patience stretches too thin. She disappears when the pressure builds, returns polished and untouchable, like she wasn't just clawing for air in the dark. She was only supposed to steal a few files-files she knows too well. Just enough to secure her place at the top. Instead, she captures the attention of a man who built his empire from ruin. A man who doesn't forgive betrayal. He wants control. He wants obsession. He wants to ruin her. And she might just ruin him right back.

▪️MAFIA ROMANCE▪️ "I swear, sometimes I really can't stand you!" Chuckling low in his throat, Sergey replied, "Yet just last week you were begging for my co-" "You're such an ass!" I interjected. "Well, you know what they say, Natasha. Never be nice to an asshole, you'll only get shit in return..." **** Sergey is used to getting his own way and has never been one to play by the rules. The right hand man to the King of meat hook sodomy has always done what he wants, when he wants, and no one ever tells him no. However, he finds himself in a quandary when the alluring Natasha takes an interest in him. They both work for Aleksandr Tolstoy and are no strangers to the trials and tribulations of the mafia world. But even so, are they prepared for something even more dangerous like love? 🔅Rated R: Contains thematic issues, adult language, MATURE sexual content, violence and possible triggers. ------------------------------------------------- Cover Photo: Edited by @KimberlyTanithMarie using an image from photographer Brian Lawson © All rights reserved 2022 I DO NOT consent to my story being translated, copied or otherwise reproduced by anyone.

"My girl isn't fucking weak and there isn't shit wrong with her. She's a fucking force and her pain is her power." He paused, allowing his words to seep into my soul. "And her place will always be at my side, say it." He demanded. A few tears tracked down my face. My throat was clogged with emotions, and it felt hard to breathe, but I did what I was told. "I'm not weak and there's nothing wrong with me. I'm a force...." I swallowed. "My pain is my power, and my place will always be at your side." "Louder. I want to hear you." My chin trembled but the words that left my mouth next were strong and hard. "I'm not weak. My pain is my power, and my place will always be at your side." "Again." His voice was a whisper against my skin, causing the tips of my fingers to tingle. "Say it again, Sam." My heart thawed. "I'm not weak." I said quietly. "There's nothing wrong with me. I'm a force. My pain is my power, and my place will always be at your side." "Damn straight." He whispered against my lips. "You're fucking perfect. Don't let me hear you call yourself weak, Sam. Because you aren't." ° ° ° 𝗦𝗮𝗺 My life was mapped out for me before I could even take my first breath. I was thrusted into the corrupted world of organized crime and illegal trade. After being broken and left for dead, I finally got my out. I ran. I was free. And then my brother fucked it all up, dragging me back into this twisted form of hell. And then there was Spade, the devil in the most irresistible form. 𝗦𝗽𝗮𝗱𝗲 I was the King of the Cosa Nostra. The definition of violent and tainted. I was merciless, and in my book, there was no such thing as fucking losing. Things have always been the same in the underground, nd when you play with your life, things were collected. Her brother is in my debt, and if that debt isn't paid someone will die. This was just business, so why couldn't I kill her and get shit over with? She was just a means to an end. Right?

*WAS DELETED AT 600K READS* Adriana Mancini I was raised to bite, not bow. So when they told me I was to marry Nikolas Volkov-heir to the Bratva, enemy to my blood-I didn't cry, I laughed. They thought they could tame me with diamonds and alliances. And for the first time in my life, I realized I didn't have a choice. As for him.. It's the eyes that speak to me. Blank but compulsive with secrets, empty yet dominating with control. Like stone. I wonder, is his heart made of it too? Nikolas Volkov After a bloody feud with the Cosa Nostra, I'm forced into an arranged marriage-to the one woman I can't control. Adriana Mancini. A hurricane in stilettos with venom in her smile. She tests my patience, taunts my power, and tempts my darkness. She thinks I won't ruin her just because she wears my ring. But this marriage was never meant to be peaceful. It was built for war.

"Breathe." He dipped his head down so that his lips were right at my ear, his strong arm wrapped securely around my waist, molding my body into his. "If you're going to fall apart,." He starts, teeth gritted. "Now's the time. I'll be here to put you back together when it's over." I squeezed my eyes shut again, and I did just that. I fell apart. ******* Secrets. Lies. Deception. Murder. I'd seen and done it all. And not willingly. So I left. I sacrificed my freedom to save myself, and the only way to ensure my own safety was to start over. Clean slate. New people. New me. But the last thing I expected when I arrived at Manonwell Prep Academy was to be bombarded by a boy-no, a man who held some unknown vendetta against me. Call it obsession, infatuation, hatred. To me it was all one in the same. He was everywhere I turned, like a shadow. Watching me. Taunting me. Haunting me. And it was all because of something I did to him a long time ago. It was something so bad that he couldn't stand me, that he wanted me dead, and the idea of making my life a living hell was something that he took pride in. But I didn't remember. I had no clue what I could've done to him in the past, but he was hellbent on pushing me until I did. My plans on starting over were shattered the minute I stepped inside that school. He was the type of person that demanded your attention without having to speak. He was untamed and wild and unhinged. But what he didn't know was that the Winter Travers that he knew in past, the one I didn't remember, was no longer alive. I was different. She was gone and I was here. And he was everything I should've been afraid of. Sinister, quiet, manipulative, but I knew it would be a cold day in hell before I let him win. Ronan was like gasoline waiting to be doused on the fire that inside me, and if he was ready to burn, then so was I.

He's her enemy. Her obsession. And the only man who has the power to destroy her. ▫️▫️▫️ My name is Frank Monroe, and I am the most dangerous woman in Chicago. Not because I kill, but because I make it legal. I'm the lawyer the Irish mob calls when the evidence is stacked and the verdict looks like a coffin. I've never lost a case. I've never left a witness. And I've never forgiven the man who murdered my father in cold blood. His name is Theodore Pierce, and he's the reason I became this. He thinks he's untouchable. He thinks twenty years of silence means I've forgotten. He's wrong. I've been sharpening this blade since I was nine years old. I'm inside his world now. I'm breathing his air. I'm waiting for the perfect moment to slit his throat and walk away clean. But there's a problem. Hector Pierce. The Underboss. Theodore's nephew. The most lethal man in a family of killers. He's possessive. Relentless. And from the moment we meet, he decides I belong to him. He doesn't know who I really am. He doesn't know his uncle's blood is on my list. He just knows I'm hiding something behind my sharp suits and sharper tongue. He's determined to unravel me. I'm determined to destroy everything he loves. We can't both win. Someone has to burn. [Book 2 in the Sins of the City series.]

❝I'll fuck myself into you and have your pretty little cunt cream on my cock. I'm growing tired of you pretending you don't like this,❞ he growled. -- Natalia Wellesley wasn't born to be soft and quiet, she was born to make the world shatter and shake with her touch. Mikhail Mogilevich was all seven of the deadly sins and when Natalia wanted a fight, he gave her war. What begins as an almost harmless rivalry between the heirs of the most notorious crime families soon turns into heated passion, pain and fury. -- ✘ Contains a lot of sexual content (chapters with it are marked with (R), do with this information as you please, wink wink) and content unsuitable for anyone under 18. ✘ This is basically just smut lol word count: 120,000 - 130,000.

The curls that framed the sides of her face, her laugh, her smart tongue... it all made my dick immensely hard. The same woman was a heaping mess just underneath me as I slid her laced panties to the side, teasing her clit. "Enzo... please" She moaned out with her eyes closed. I smirked before using my other hand to force her to look at me, wanting to see those green orbs I adore so much. "Fuck me already" She whined with need, her hand now clinging onto my wrist as I inserted another finger inside of her. I brushed over her bottom lip with my thumb before speaking, "Be patient, angel" "I want to taste you on my fingers" **** Samira had a good life going for her. She was married to Noah Whitlock who was known for his success. He just so happened to own the best company within their state. At first she dreaded the thought of being married to a man like him, her parents forcing her into an arranged marriage. But as the years went on, she found herself falling in love with him. He even offered her a position to be his assistant at the company. Just as Samira made it home, she caught her husband cheating on her with with her best friend... on their anniversary at that. Embarrassed, she filed for a divorce and left without a second thought. It's wasn't until a few years later when she went out with her friend, only to find herself allured by a mysterious man, Lorenzo Barchi, who just so happens to work at the club they went to. The two find themselves attracted to one another, but her past begins to catch up to her when her ex husband catches wind of where she works. How will things play out in the end? Will Samira give into her feelings towards Enzo? Will she give her ex husband another chance? Or will she simply run away from it all? Check out this story to learn more!! #1 - divorce #5 - matureaudience #5 - exwife #6 - cheating #7 - cheater