Damon Xenakis-The demon known to people as a ruthless and powerful billionaire, not to forgot the tabloid called him a player who would never ever get tied down to a woman.One night,he bumped into a woman,he was angry that night so he didn't even realized what happened.The woman-Willow Aozora didn't even know her fate was being entangled by this tiny incident and would be transformed into something big.

"Kiss me like you missed me." "Well, come here." I jumped into his arms and snaked my arms around his neck. Our lips touched and just like that, everything was right again.

"Looking for those?" That psycho from the elevator says pointing at my heels too far me too reach. "Do you kidnap every girl you meet and steal her shoes or only the one's who beat you up for tear gassing them?" He walks slowly next to me."I only took your dancing shoes because you have knives in them making me wonder, who are you?" He was at the bar , freaking creep stalker .He was now standing in front of me about 2feet away from the couch. "A ninja turtle,"I sarcastically reply. Why does he even have a metal pole next to his couch ,but I'm sure the answer is disgusting. "I'm Jake ," he says holding his hand out like I just saved his life , when it kind of vice versa , but then again they got me into this. Before I could say my name I saw a familiar face in the corner of my eye , and turn toward it. A second later his goes off and a bullet ends up in the guys head. I cover my mouth as a scream escapes my mouth and step back . The leader quickly looks up at me , the room was silent. My breath seemed to be caught in my throat. My hands shake slightly, looking at the corpse than back at him. I quickly kneel down grabbing my wedges seeing blood had got on them. What is going on?Am in a town of psychos ?God ,I think I'm going to be sick . I don't even know what to say , I don't think they are going to let me leave . I push my hair back , wishing this was some sick joke . " Rose ?"Oh my god , it's Derek!He comes closer and I take a step back , putting my gun in my waistband . "Hi," I nervously say backing away toward Jake. *** Although Derek was a cocky, yet friendly jock in highschool , four years later he's a merciless leader in a gang of savages. While Rose has transformed from a not so social guitarist/painter to a highly dangerous kidnap victim who has a part time job at Ulta. What will happen when Rose comes into a place that is run by a cheating criminal also known as her ex boyfriend?

R E C O N S T R U C T I N G "You are coming with me." He states sternly. "I'm not going anywhere until my parents come back." I spit back. He tries to grab me but I back away and slap him. That's when all h*ll broke loose! "Do you know who you just slapped!?!" He yells coming dangerously close to me. I back away and shrug. "Should I care?" He just laughs and grab my arm so that we would be chest to chest. "You just slapped a Mafia boss." WARNING: This book MAY be messed up but I'm trying it out! IN NEED OF EDITING RIGHT NOW!

"What are you willing to do for your husband's job, Ms. Sierra?" He questions in a low tone. I swallow my pride and raise my chin. "I will do any job or errand" I reveal. Daryl stuffs his hands into the pockets of his suit and gives me his back. "I'm in the need of an inamorata, Ms. Sierra" he admits. "W-What is an inamorata?" I ask, feeling embarrassed for my lack of knowledge. Daryl spins around and slams his palms onto the sturdy desk. "A mistress, a lover, a slave, someone willing to be on call for love-making. But of course, there will be no love involved" he answers. He reaches across the desk and cups my chin. "Are you willing to be that Ms. Sierra? Are you willing to be my sexy little inamorata?" He inquires, almost daring me to agree. *** Sierra Miller was a normal person living a normal life. She's married to her wonderful husband of two years. She had an easy life with few worries. Until Daryl Collins, the arrogant owner of Inter-scope Insurance, forced his way into her life. Will she be able to be his inamorata while also saving her marriage? Read more to find out!

Olivia has wanted out of the mafia life since her mother was killed, but when she is for to marry the oldest Cortez to keep her brother from being killed, but she runs on the last night of their honeymoon. Three years later she is finally away from guns, drugs and anything illegal and raising her daughter the way she wants until her so called husband kidnaps them. Antonio Cortez is the oldest of his brothers and the head boss of the Italian Mafia. When he first took over for his father he saw a beautiful young girl huddled under a tree crying several years later he is approached by the girls father and agrees to help him only if he gets his daughter. Three years after his wife ran he kidnaps her when one of his enemies threatens his family.

First story in the 'Mafia' series My hand lowered in horror. I had just hit him. I just fucking hit my "husband", the fucking mafia boss. He glared at me with a passion and I knew I was gonna die, wife or not. *•*•*•*• At the age of ten Emma Russo is chosen as the future wife for thirteen year old Nikolai Ivanov, the future Russian mafia leader, without each others say. So that the Italians and Russian's could unite. They've known each other their whole life but two years before Emma's eighteenth birthday they are forbidden to see each other for unknown reasons. But exactly one week after Emma's birthday they are to be wed. Nikolai is now cold and mean. Emma is still kind and stubborn. As soon as their wed, they immediately neglect each other but they have to stay married for both family's sake. This is, Mrs. And Mr. Mafia

[HIGHEST RANK 06 IN ROMANCE] "Dont make me repeat myself kitten. Be a good girl, sit in the car and seal your lips" he whispered in my ears. But that whisper was not a normal one. It was threatening. I did as he said and he smirked and somehow I hated that smirk of his. Curiosity killed the cat but here, curiosity killed me every minute, every second. What happens when you see things you are not supposed to see??? The only way out is to get in. Arabella or Ara for short is taken away from her normal life and forced into living a life with the world's most dangerous mafia. She comes across a series of things which is not meant for her. One thing which is definitely not for her is the Mafia's head Adrian. Not accustomed to this new way of living there is alot of emotions, questions, fear, anger and love that Ara experiences. Will she be able to survive a life like this? Will she come out of all this? Will she lose herself at the course of time?

Isabella Stanford never thought that one day she would have the Playboy Billionaire hottie for a guardian but did when her parents died in a tragic accident and left him with that responsibility. Now, ten years later, she discovers that the big crush she had always had for the badboy was still very much alive and he was igniting more than curiosity from her. After the death of his partner, Liam Vergil was shocked to discover that he was granted guardianship for his partner's sole daughter. The last thing he needed was for a child to enter his glamorous life...until he laid his eyes on her and something engraved deep inside him. There was nothing more he wanted than to protect and cherish this young woman.

MATURE!! "Do you know what a dominant and a submissive is little one?" He asked. His eyes were steady, his fingers ceased movement all together. The rain still poured around them. She managed to shake her head. He smirked the same mischievous knee wobbling smirk he wore whenever she was around. "I have the personality of a dominant, and you," he ran the pad of his thumb over her racing pulse. "You have the natural personality of submissive." Why was he telling her this? He was her employer, her boss; not some intimate lover. "Sir I don't think-" "No no little one. You're mine now." He raised his hand and tangled it in her wet hair while the other wrapped around her waist. "I have something of yours; which leads me to believe you my little one were being very naughty." Rosalinda was struggled to stand correctly. The skirt of her dress rose easier as it rubbed against his suit and the height difference between them made her tip toe. She hardly reached his shoulders; with his arms around her waist, she was forced to mold her wet body against his. "What are you talking about sir?" Rosalinda looked at him as she bit her lower lip. He lowered his head till their lips were nearly an inch apart. "I have your wet panties in my pocket."