READ SWEET LITTLE OBSESSIONS BEFORE THIS! What Vincenzo would do to win back his wife would take far beyond a miracle. His mother always warned him his lies would catch up to him one day. Unfortunately for him, Naomi would do what ever she could to stay away from being a Giordano ever again. "Lying gets people killed" -Vincent Madden

𝑩𝑬𝑺𝑶𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑫 : 𝐛𝐞·𝐬𝐨𝐭·𝐭𝐞𝐝 / : 𝐬𝐨 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝟐 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭. 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 , 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 ? 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 😉 Dave East || Ari fletcher 🖤 Started: May 2nd, 2023

Alessia Ferrari is the Don of the Italian Mafia. Whip-smart and dangerous, she is a woman in a man's world, surviving against all odds. Born and raised to become a lethal killer, even the ground she walks on bows at her feet. She has it all, until that is, her father gives her hand away in marriage. Ace Hernandez is the boss of the American Mafia. He's a cold cruel hearted monster. He knows the game all too well and does whatever it takes to win and if that means breaking someone, he could do that with his eyes closed. Fate is vicious when the two are forced to marry. Will two monsters find solace in each other's arms or will they kill each other? ---------------------------- "I don't recall signing up for strip poker." She replied. Her full lips frowned softly but her eyes were filled with amusement. She knew she couldn't beat me, not at this game. "Are you quitting? Are you a quitter?" I mocked getting under her skin. Her lips twitched before she pursed them tightly. The blues of her eyes deepened and she threw me a dangerous smirk. She shuffled and pulled off one of her sandals. Fuck. So we're doing this the long way. She raised it in the air, dangling it off her finger before tossing it aside. She raised a brow at me, she challenged me. I knew I got under her skin. Just as I had anticipated. -------------------------- BE AWARE: Trigger warnings: MATURE CONTENT 18+ (SMUT) SWEARING VIOLENCE/GUN VIOLENCE SELF HARM/SUICIDE (REFERENCES) EXPLICIT LANGUAGE REFERENCES TO RAPE SMOKING/ALCOHOL/DRUGS BLOOD/DEATH/GORE ©️ All rights reserved ™️ The Walnut Tree BOOK ONE OF THE MAFIA SERIES

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.

"Woah, slow down. What?" I heard him say and I furrowed my eyebrows, looking up. "Ma.." He trailed off and I already knew it was his mother. "That has nothing to do with you." He said and I sat up because I could hear him getting angry. "What's wrong?" I asked him and he put his phone on speaker. "I can't believe you got that little.." She trailed off, too angry to even get her words out. "..whore pregnant, Sage." "And then the little slut gets an abortion, I hope she knows that she will rot in hell." She said and my heart dropped. He hung up the phone on her before she could say anything else. "Baby." He looked at me as I bit my lip, standing to my feet. "Olive." He stood to his feet as well. I quickly walked to the bathroom and closed the door behind me before Sage could catch me. I broke down crying as he stood on the other side of the door. "Babygirl, I love you." "I love you too." I told him, breathing heavily. "Don't cry, love. Nothing she says matters, she's just mad because I love you so much and there's nothing she can say to change that." "Open the door for me please?" I wiped my face before I slowly opened the door for him. "I'm done with her." He said, shaking his head. He pulled me to him, wrapping his arms around my waist as he shoved his head into my neck. "Until she can learn to respect you as my lady, she's out of our life."

"Montana, come here." He nodded his head toward the door, leaving out of the room. Staying silent as Ms. Carol looked at me, I kissed the back of Josiah's hand before leaving out of the room. As I walked out, Messiah stood there looking at me in disgust while I closed the door. "What are you doing that shit for?" "Huh?" I said since I had nothing else to say, just trying to stall time to get my words together. "Why are you stripping, Monty?" Sighing, I decided that I wasn't going to lie like I'd originally planned to do after listening to Chocolate's stupid advice. "Money." I spoke simply and he scoffed as I looked down. "Why not just ask Josiah for money instead doing hoe shit?" "First of all, It's not doing hoe shit. I don't have sex with anyone. I just dance. And I don't want to ask him for any money. It's not his job to take care of me." "So stripping..." He trailed off with a laugh. "..stripping was the last resort? Instead of putting your pride aside?" Saying nothing, I just looked at him with pleading eyes. "Please don't tell him, Messiah." I could already tell by the look on his face that he was going to tell him. "I ain't gon' tell him.." Thank God. I thought. "..you are." "What?!" I shrieked. "No. I'm not." "You are." He spoke in a demanding tone. "Please. You know how he is." I expressed "And you know how he is too but you made that bed." "Messiah, he's going to kill me." I begged. "I know." He shook his head, walking away from me. "Better figure it out. You got until the end of the day to tell him or I will." He mumbled before walking back into the room.

𝕀 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪,

Takashi and Toryn met each other when they were five. Became best friends at ten. Were inseparable by time they were fifteen. Built an indestructible bond at twenty. And now at the age of twenty five, after twenty years of friendship, due to the slowly deteriorating memory Toryn has had since she was a baby, she will one day forget everything. Including the one thing Takashi told her the first time they met. "Don't forget about me." -Takashi Maxwell Cover by: @lucida-

" Say she in King of Diamonds Monday Ain't scared to get that money In back in church by Sunday But we all know shes in love with that pole, pole, pole Shes in love with that pole, pole, pole Ugh, say she in school Tuesday through Friday Friday night thats my day But Saturday through Sunday, she bout money She ain't scared of that pole, pole, pole Said she in love with that pole She so in love with that pole She love wakin up, love wakin up, wakin up with that doe I love it when she come home all the way drunk and all the way throwed Said boy be on that way, so you call me on that road Got that drink up in my cup but that dont mean that I move slow Drank up in my cup but that dont mean that I f*ck slow " She was 5'5 foot. Redbone. Black mixed and thick as coke bottle. She had that bad bitch mentality. She was...Innocent Or in Players Paradise better known as, Ice the stripper. Innocent was not your regular black girl from the hood. Even if thats how it sound. She was a 22 year old stripper. With the hustle comes the game. You got to know life is hard...But the life of Innocent Brown is even worst. Right when she think she's found a easier path, everything get worst. Book filled with Lie's, drama, death, and most of all Money making. Im Innocent Brown..But you can call me ICE..Step into my world. Only the realest may survive.! ©CopyRight Shantii2013/2014 Do Not steal anything !!!

Two girls brought together by the thing that changed them the most. Abuse. Years, after the horrors that changed both Ziya and Denim's life they are closer than ever but have two completely different outlooks on love. For Ziya, using a man for his money is something she would never do. You could barely get her to talk to a man better yet use one. Soon, she meets Mecca a man in a league all of his own. Despite, her fears Ziya gives him a chance and she enters a world she never expected. Denim on the other hand, would love for a rich man to fall into her lap and sweep her completely off her feet. Denim wished for the life where she didn't work behind a desk at a call center. But instead she wanted the life of the chicks on Instagram, where every other picture was a new pair of shoes or bags. Although she has the looks Denim can't seem to find the one. Cue the hot headed, possibly insane Blaze. A man looking for everything but love. After a one nightstand between the two, Denim gets more than she ever bargained for.