Thalia Chavéz a normal twenty year old secretary living by herself . That's until she meets Allessandro a stunning man straight out of an Italian magazine with a more than deadly lifestyle. What will happen when fire meets ice? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "How long have you been standing there?" "Not long" he shrugged. "Why are you out here and not in there enjoying the gala?" I questioned. "I wanted to speak to you." His face remaining stoic. "About.....?" "How delectable you look tonight" At this I rolled my eyes and walked past him. I made it about two steps until I was grabbed and pulled into a small reading room. Alessandro grabbed my hands and held them together. I'm trying to be annoyed and you're making it hard for me with your sexy self. "Don't walk away from me bambina." His voice had deepened by an octave, only seriousness evident on his face. "What do you want?" "There's a lot of things I want Mia Dolce Rosa" he whispered huskily,grazing his teeth along my earlobe. "I-" "And trust me the things I want are far from pure."He assured, releasing my hands which were now pinned above my head.

Isabelle is a hard-working woman. She is a freelance photographer, and damn good at it, making a killing from photographing weddings. Her heart has been broken enough times that she has finally accepted that the only time she will see it again, is through her lens. Well... Until the best man at one of the most extravagant weddings she's worked smirks at her. He is like a walking wet dream and she can't keep her eyes off him when he's near...but he is far more than a handsome man, and when the ground shifts underneath her, she slowly realizes she's become entangled in a world so different from her own, and so dangerous, she isn't sure she'll ever get back out alive. Part of the Ammunition Series: a series of interconnected standalone stories. Can be read in any order! #1 in mobster, 16.09.21 🖤 [[ Word count: ~100 000 ]]

"Xander how did you know where I am, no wait scratch that why are you here instead of with your soon to be wife?" Ignoring her question I threw the papers at her, "What's this?" She glance at it, "Can't you read, it's our divorce papers?" "I know what it is but..." I stepped forward to her while she stepped backwards, she was now trapped between me and the wall. She had no where to go, I could feel her breast against my chest as they rise and fall, my hands placed on the side of her head against the flat surface not allowing her to escape. "I'm not divorcing you. Not now not ever." "Oh, really you don't have a say in that matter. Or would you like me to sue you for adultery. Save your reputation while you still can." She spat. I took a sniff, she smelt like vanilla, it was all over her, I can't wait to hold her once again. "I know what you must be thinking, and what ever it is stop thinking it. I did not sleep with her." "Oh really you could've fooled me with all that breathing and moaning, I'm not stupid. So why don't you sign the damn papers so we both can move on with our lives." "No way in hell I'm moving on without you. And I will never let you move on. Divorce or not you are mine and no one else." "Ha!" She chuckled, "I'm no one's property." "On the contrary If I have to, I will tattoo my name on your fuckable ass." She stared at me cold hard. "Tsk tsk tsk Ally, you must know baby girl you...are....it....for...me..." I breathe hard in her ear causing her to shiver. "Sorry but I don't want to stay married to a cheater." * Warning strong sexual mature language, not for kids under 18....warning xxxxx warning xxxxx