"...You're going to hate how much you love it." He told me. He whispered. And he made me foolishly forget my own name every time he touched me. But he was right. I hated how much I loved it. *** Dark, bruised, broken. Our words. Dark bruised and broken. Our souls. But she was still incandescent. Just like the first time I saw her, those vast and fervent eyes took me by surprise. Because in them... In them I realized a reflection of my own soul. She became my weakness; she became the chink in my armor. My undoing. She asked me, "Why do you put up with me?" I answered nothing. Perhaps I should've said the truth. Perhaps I should've told her that she was the light in my life. She was the fire... And I had been cold my whole life. ***

short tempted, feisty, stubborn, sarcastic Spanish woman Rosa. Rosa is not like any other naive or innocent woman, her farther Antonio is in the mafia and taught Rosa how to protect herself using weapons or not. Dante is the leader of the most feared mafia, after Rosa helps Dante, he is intrigued and drawn to Rosa. but when Rosa acts cold towards Dante he is determined to make Rosa his THIS BOOK IS A BIT DIFFERENT TO WHAT I HAVE WROTE AND IT GETS BETTER AND BETTER THE MORE CHAPTERS YOU READ :)) BOOK COMPLETED, NOT EDITED!!

Luca's Pov I paused. Something hit my nose before I saw it. I looked around until I saw the long locks of hair. In front of me was the most ravishing woman on this planet. I couldn't begin to describe her beauty. It was one only someone could have dreamed of. I couldn't help my eyes from taking in all of her as fast as I could, I eyed her from where I stood. Inspecting every single aspect of this muse in front of me. I couldn't see much from where I was standing, and my legs begged to get closer. I could feel the heat in my rise to the surface, and the beast inside of me itched to lash out and take what was his. As I stood there, I started to imagine the rest of her, as I looked under the table I could see her tanned bare legs which could only mean one thing, that she was wearing some sort of dress or skirt and I could help but feel the heat rising in me again, but this time it wasn't my wolf, it was me. As the smell of after rain and lavender got stronger, I got weaker. It wasn't until I met her dull doll-like gray eyes that it struck me. Mate! *********************************** _____________________ read and enjoy -M

"What can i help you with sir " i said before lifting my head .. and there he was silver eyes and all We both looked at each other with shocked expressions on our face... Gangs AND MORE ♥️♥️♥️ .............................................