Café Rouge is the small french cafe that Lola's father has poured his heart and soul into. She'd never thought, he'd acquired it through...darker means. The Italian mob to be more precise. Now it's collection time and Lola's paying the price. Trading herself for her father's life-Lola finds herself in the hands of the incredibly frustrating, confusing and very good looking mob son's boss-Carlos. She's convinced that with Carlos there's nothing more than what meets the eye; a cold-hearted, killer but could she be wrong? Warning: First chapter goes fast since it was taken from a One-Shot. I will be editing this along with the rest of the book much later so bear in mind the story does get better :)

My mom and I are werecats. My dad? He died. Why isn't my mom all depressed and suicidal? Because unlike werewolves, werecat mates don't die with each other. They live so they can take care of their children or help around the pride. Not that there are many werecats left. There are about 80 left in existence. Why only 80? Hunters and werewolves. We're not accepted. That's why we moved. My name is Nikki. I'm 17. This is my story.