"Oh shit, you've changed a lot, little Val. You got... colourful." He commented, a huge smirk across that handsome face of his. "I got creative with the crayola crayons you used to stick up your nose." I smirked when he coughed on his smoke. "Not cool, Piccola Ragazza (Little girl)," he growled out. "Little girl?," I laughed in amusement, "I'm two years younger than you, Vecchio Uomo (Old Man)." - Francesco Giovanni barely recognised Valentina Rossi despite them growing up together. They each belonged to the only two Italian families in New York worth any acknowledgement. What will Fransesco do when he realises the younger girl has turned into a stunning, outspoken, tattooed vixen? Gone are the shy, blushing days for Valentina, and her childhood crush on Francesco is gone too. Or is it? What will happen when the two tattooed Italians clash, head to head? Double the trouble in more ways than one. The Italian Diavolo (The Italian Devil)

"Mate." My wolf cries happily in my head. Whereas I back up, pissed beyond belief. My "mate" seems to realise I'm moving away from him and snatches me back in his arms. "Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine! Look the fuck away from her now! I'll march over there and cut you! Don't test me pup! Hey you mutt, fuck off!" He shouts angrily whilst growling at the poor unmated males who happen to look over at the unravelling scene. I also realise he has a stronger British accent than my own and I almost faint. "Oi, you big dog! Get the fuck off me!" I snap despite my desire to rip my clothes off. "Do it! He wants us!" I heard Lila shout and I roll my eyes in response. I sound muffled in my struggle, my face is smushed against his hard chest which is delicio.. I never thought that. "Yes, you did." Lila, my wolf snidely remarks. I frown and block her out instantly, the traitor. I look back up at the man holding me and he's already looking down at me, eyes black. The striking silver no where to be seen. A powerful aura radiates from him as he growls, "I will not get off you. You are mine." through gritted teeth, his Alpha voice seeping in. His British accent is more prominent here and is enough to make me.. Wait.. ALPHA? Well fuck me sideways and call me Sally. I'm screwed.