Being a teenager is anything but easy. Being a teenager smitten with a police officer while your father is the don of the mafia is...well....chaos ~Stand Alone Novel~ ~Book four of the Midnight Mafia Series but can be read without reading the first three as it's a spin off!~

What a Cavelli Wants, a Cavelli gets... ******* Vitelli Cavelli is by birth a brilliant businessman. Born an enigma even to his parents, Vitelli is not ready to forfeit his bachelor card. With a hefty bank balance, near perfect looks and a master of the female body, this Cavelli has always gotten what he wants. ******* Olivia 'Ollie' Clarkson is a pediatrician and every public workers nightmare. Having gone through a rough childhood, her life goal is to expose all the greedy and selfish bastards in the adoption system and one day build an orphanage of her own. Her hectic lifestyle does not allow time for men, yet she can't seem to stay away from the arrogant brute who makes her blood boil. ******** Excerpt from book "Do not let another man touch you," he growled lowly, "Or I will not hesitate to cripple him beyond repair. You are mine Olivia and Cavelli's do not share" His grey eyes flashed as he withdrew, leaving her in the form of a hot, panting and unsatisfied mess.

He is wilder than the west ************* What compelled her to agree to the absurd terms that Carlos put forward was beyond her. He turned towards her with a wicked grin that soiled her knickers. "I win." It was a simple statement yet she felt breathless. She swallowed, her forest green eyes darkening. "Well, name your prize then?" She demanded, his blue-grey eyes flickered to her lips when she nervously and unconsciously licked them. His grin widened. "A kiss," He answered.

https://twitter.com/SicilianMafiosa _______________✏ This is the story of Claudia, Francesco and Giovanna from Silence in New York and Whispers in New York. Although it is not necessary to read the others in order to understand, it is highly recommended. This book starts from around the end of Silence in New York and will eventually coincide with Whispers in New York. _______________✏ "Hey baby," Francesco leaned over the couch placing a kiss on her forehead. "You're up late!" He noticed the wine glass in her hand, "and drinking wine..." "So I am," she responded without a hello. "Where have you been? You haven't slept here much lately." She continued to focus on the television screen waiting for his response. "Sorry Gi." The use of her nickname from his lips forcing her to cringe. "We've just been busy lately, you know, with business." He walked around his recliner couch to look at her, she was barely acknowledging him. She's pissed. He thought to himself letting out a small frustrated sigh. He made his way to her left side near the coffee table examining the Chinese take-out boxes. He picked up the one with the noddles along with the plastic fork sitting untouched by the edge of the coffee table. He dug his fork in taking a mouth full of the now cold, thick yellow noodles. "Sitting on my couch I see," he joked trying to push her into talking more. "Hmm." Giovanna hummed, "your couch huh?" She took the final sip from her wine glass then placed the empty glass on the same coffee table. "Yeah, my couch," he continued to push trying for a playful rise out of her. With the noodle box in one hand and the plastic fork plunged securely into the yellow noodle goodness, he proceeded to pry through the other two boxes discovering the honey chicken. "Really? Honey chicken? You know I hate that shit Gi." "That's too bad." Giovanna pushed herself out of the recliner. "Because I hate it when you sti

Official Trailer: https://youtu.be/H3VQ9T8SkXY https://twitter.com/SicilianMafiosa _______________✏ Whispers in New York is Book Two of the series. You must read Book One - Silence in New York to understand the story as it is a direct continuation. _______________✏ "Let's get this straight," the officer took a deep breath trying with every fibre in his body to contain his excitement. This wasn't the first time, no. This had happened many times and once push came to shove, he found most people were all talk. Especially women. They were always all talk. He glanced back behind him, the FBI agent casually leaning against the wall under the camera with one leg bent, his shoe placed flush against the wall with both hands in his pocket. Waiting. Patiently waiting for the officer to get down to business. "You're willing to testify to these accounts?" She licked her coral painted lips nervously. For a brief moment she thought of Salvatore and everything he had done for her. All the things he had promised her. All the moments they shared together. her eyes travelling from the officer, to the FBI agent and then to up to the camera. "Yes. I'll do whatever you need me to do." _______________✏