"Hello Mr and Mrs Moore. Do you know why my father and I have called you here this evening?" I said as I sat down and reached for my cigar box. "No Mr Bianchi we have no idea why, we must admit it came as quite a shock when we heard you wanted to talk business with us." The pretty African American woman said from across him. Hm, he didn't tell her. What a shame. Not wanting to be the barer of bad news I slowly clipped the end of my cigar watching as the tip of it fell in the ashtray. I leaned over the table and pulled my lighter from the box and lit it while the cigar hung from my mouth. I took a few puffs still stalling since I didn't want to see my future mother in law cry. Because with the news I bare she surely will. ___________________________________ A story where a made man has come to collect what is his from a deal made long ago.

After getting in trouble for the millionth time, Landon's mother makes the decision to ship him off to Montana to stay with his father for the summer. The thought of spending those long, sweltering days in the middle of nowhere, far from the comforts of city life-complete with relentless heat, annoying bugs, and the occasional wild animal-was far from what Landon had envisioned for his summer break. But as fate would have it, he wasn't prepared for what lay ahead, especially not for meeting Clementine. As Landon steps out of the dinner, he notices a group of boys. And one of them hops off the truck's hood, his mischievous smile lighting up a face. "Looky here, we got us a city boy," he mocks, sizing Landon up with a scrutinizing gaze. Landon feels the defiance sparking within him. "A city boy that can whoop your ass," he retorts, his voice stead. He squares his shoulders. "Guys, leave him alone," a voice cuts through the tension as a dark-skinned beauty jumps out of the truck, her presence commanding the group's attention. Landon's gaze drifts toward her, and he can't help but take her in fully from her slicked-back curly hair to her dusty boots that tell stories of their own. There's a fierce spark in her eyes, as if she can see right through him-confronting any lingering uncertainty he has about being here. He watches her engage with the boys, still keeping an eye on the one that spoke. Suddenly, the summer landscape doesn't feel so indifferent, and the oppressive heat seems a little less daunting. Maybe this summer won't be so bad after all.

Genre: Romance, Mafia, Arranged Marriage, Dark Love, Drama --- Main Characters: Amara Johnson - 24-year-old ambitious African-American woman, a talented fashion designer who just landed her big break. Fierce, independent, hates being controlled. Luca Moretti - 29-year-old ruthless Italian mafia heir. Cold, dominant, and carries a dark aura. His life revolves around power and loyalty to his family. Antonio Moretti - Luca's father, head of the Moretti crime family. Tessa - Amara's best friend who always speaks her mind. --- Plot Summary: Amara's life takes a shocking turn when her father, deep in debt, promises her hand in marriage to Luca Moretti, heir to the Italian Mafia empire. Forced into a marriage she never wanted, Amara must navigate a world of danger, betrayal, and passion. Luca is everything she hates-arrogant, possessive, and terrifyingly powerful-but also the man who makes her pulse race like never before. Their marriage starts as a contract. But when rival gangs target Amara, Luca's protectiveness awakens something deeper in both of them. Love in the mafia world is never safe-especially when secrets and blood oaths threaten to tear them apart. --- Themes: 🔥 Arranged Marriage 🔥 Enemies to Lovers 🔥 Dark Mafia Romance 🔥 Possessive Hero / Independent Heroine 🔥 Passion + Danger ---

[Book 1 in the Putrid Heart Series] Many would describe him as a mad man. Someone that needed saving. But since when does the devil ask for help? He tricked people by using strategies and their weaknesses against them. Massimo was a man to be feared. Yet even the most powerful man fall in love. Oh and he fell, miserably.

When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love? Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli. * * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. * * * WARNING! Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.

Valentina do you have any idea what you do to me on a daily basis? He said as I walked back, he got closer and closer to me till I was blocked by his office desk. He moves his hands to my waist and hoist me up on the desk , with my legs slightly apart he stood in between them while his tatted hand moved to My exposed thigh. Tell me ,I said as I moved my hands to his shoulders then to his hair ,playing with it as his hand moved higher up my thigh till he reached my laced underwear and started rubbing my clothed pussy through them. You make me wanna... ⚠️mature content ⚠️strong language

He's recovering, is lead vocalist and guitar(and good with many other instruments) in a band with his friends, has tattoos, a lip piercing, blue eyes and black fluffy hair, confident, a grumpy lover who's love language is physical touch, calls you Love, drives a huge truck, protective and territorial in the gentlest way possible and falls to his knees for you ? Mani folds for him. Imani Shane is new around. New school, new people, new places. At her new school she is introduced to an new friend group that will ultimately change her life in a few ways. Imani is quickly adapted into the group and loved by her new friends. It's not long before she takes a liking to them also but there's one member she hasn't met-Jake Vandle. Hearing his history makes her want to distance from him as much as possible but she can't help being drawn to his dominating and attractive personality. Jake Vandle is a sexy yet troubled musician and guitarist known for being just that and very much so a charmer which aids in him getting attention from almost every girl he comes across. He and his friends gained popularity within their school and a decent range of social media platforms because of their talent and strive to play their instruments together as a band in the future. Everyone wants a piece of this friend group especially the third oldest. But Jakes friends soon introduce him to a gorgeous black woman that he can't keep his mind or eyes off of.

"𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢'𝐦𝐚 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐲𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐨𝐮𝐭. 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐱 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚"

Alexa Carter has her life planned out. Get through college, ace her psych classes, and avoid unnecessary distractions-especially the charming, overconfident kind. But when Diego Álvarez, a ridiculously handsome pre-med student with a Spanish accent and a talent for getting under her skin, claims the seat across from her in the library, her world is thrown off balance. What starts as innocent study sessions quickly turns into late-night debates, stolen glances, and a chemistry too strong to ignore. Alexa insists they're just study buddies-nothing more. Diego, however, isn't one to back down from a challenge. As their connection deepens, so do the risks. Alexa's fear of getting too close battles Diego's determination to prove they're meant for more. But love is messy, unpredictable, and far from the logical world Alexa clings to. And when hearts are on the line, denying feelings might not be enough to stop them from falling.

She said no. He heard forever. Reena Monroe didn't do obsession. She didn't do clingy men, late-night texts, or mysterious flowers on her doorstep. She worked two jobs, kept her circle small, and made it a point to trust no one who smiled too easily. So when Marco Santini-blue-eyed, billionaire-adjacent, and sinfully handsome-walked into her bookstore looking for The Art of War, she clocked him as trouble. What she didn't expect? That he'd come back. Again. And again. She told him no. He smiled like she said maybe. Reena didn't want love. Marco didn't care what she wanted. He wanted her. And what Marco wants, Marco keeps.