They tried to hide their past from her, but of course your past always comes running back- haunting you and reminding you of everything that you did wrong. •• The truth behind Jake Collins intentions were hidden. A dark soul that only wanted vengeance, not caring w...
"He was bad. He smoked, he broke the law, he drove too fast for his own good. He didn't care because no one taught him how to. But when it came to her, he wanted to be the best man. He couldn't bare the thought of her being hurt by him.... or by anyone else. He would kill to protect her, the girl who cared about someo...
Fourth story in the 'Mrs. And Mr. Mafia' series. I do suggest reading the other stories in the series before reading this one. Anastasia Putin, the beautiful daughter of Iosif and Adalina Putin. Their family lives in a small lake house not far from their mafia estate, which her cousin runs. Anastasia is young, gore...
The third story in the 'Mafia' series "Adalina, who was that man?" Iosif asked, possesivly. "It's not really of your concern, Isoif." I replied standing, only reaching below his collar bones. "You see, Adalina, it is my concern." He replied and I arched an eyebrow. "Because," He began sliding an arm around my wais...
Second story in the 'Mafia' series "He's my son, Emma!" He shouted causing Isaac to sob louder. "Stop yelling you're upsetting him." I hissed rocking him. Nikolai stopped, but I could still tell he was angry. I kept rocking Isaac and humming the Italian lullaby I grew up on. "You and Isaac are staying here, because...
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, th...
[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...
His body was as powerful and sexual as I remembered it, he had gotten another tattoo on his shoulder since the last time, a few more scars then I remembered on his chest. His back rippled with muscles as he pulled on a fresh white shirt, my eyes transfixed as he took his time buttoning it up. Somehow it was almost mo...