Warning: THIS BOOK IS FOR MATURE READERS ONLY (18+). CONTAINS MATURE SCENES, VIOLENCE, AND LOTS OF CURSING. (A sequel to The Infamous Rafael Valiente, Giovanni Santorini's story) EXCERPT: "I need that tape, Gio. I know you could have it anytime you want, kiddo. I fucking know you're holding the ace!" His expectant voice reaches my ears, barking at me like I was his pawn. It didn't sit well with me. Anger bubbles up in my system, my vision morphs darkly, and I envisioned blood oozing out of his chest, head blows up with brains splattered in tiny pieces. I'm not fucking use her. She is my precious prize possession, and nobody fucking ordered me to do such thing, especially not my Bambolina. My eyes twitched as I simply cocked my head at Vito, my loyal underboss, sharing him a clear message. He surreptitiously nods his head back at me, signaling he gets the message. ............. Giovanni Santorini is defined to all Italian's business enemies as the dirty ruthless megalomaniac businessman. For the women, Giovanni Santorini is the living Zeus of Italian. What does he like to do? Play dirty games are his sports. Strip and ravish a woman are his hobbies. Commitment and love are his dislikes. Winning a challenge is his main goal. Then a challenge begun when he met the stormy-eyed fiery spirited Athena Giudici - who brought storms in his peaceful rather cold heart - in a very ungracious situation became a challenge which he wanted to win. Will this challenge be a deserving goal to win? And is he capable of bringing her in his dark dangerous world he's living in? .......... A STEAMY MAFIA ROMANCE, SPRINKLED WITH HUMOR, AND DASH OF FAMILY SECRETS. A refeshing mafia romance story.

Official Trailer: https://youtu.be/H3VQ9T8SkXY https://twitter.com/SicilianMafiosa _______________✏ Whispers in New York is Book Two of the series. You must read Book One - Silence in New York to understand the story as it is a direct continuation. _______________✏ "Let's get this straight," the officer took a deep breath trying with every fibre in his body to contain his excitement. This wasn't the first time, no. This had happened many times and once push came to shove, he found most people were all talk. Especially women. They were always all talk. He glanced back behind him, the FBI agent casually leaning against the wall under the camera with one leg bent, his shoe placed flush against the wall with both hands in his pocket. Waiting. Patiently waiting for the officer to get down to business. "You're willing to testify to these accounts?" She licked her coral painted lips nervously. For a brief moment she thought of Salvatore and everything he had done for her. All the things he had promised her. All the moments they shared together. her eyes travelling from the officer, to the FBI agent and then to up to the camera. "Yes. I'll do whatever you need me to do." _______________✏

https://twitter.com/SicilianMafiosa _______________✏ This is the story of Claudia, Francesco and Giovanna from Silence in New York and Whispers in New York. Although it is not necessary to read the others in order to understand, it is highly recommended. This book starts from around the end of Silence in New York and will eventually coincide with Whispers in New York. _______________✏ "Hey baby," Francesco leaned over the couch placing a kiss on her forehead. "You're up late!" He noticed the wine glass in her hand, "and drinking wine..." "So I am," she responded without a hello. "Where have you been? You haven't slept here much lately." She continued to focus on the television screen waiting for his response. "Sorry Gi." The use of her nickname from his lips forcing her to cringe. "We've just been busy lately, you know, with business." He walked around his recliner couch to look at her, she was barely acknowledging him. She's pissed. He thought to himself letting out a small frustrated sigh. He made his way to her left side near the coffee table examining the Chinese take-out boxes. He picked up the one with the noddles along with the plastic fork sitting untouched by the edge of the coffee table. He dug his fork in taking a mouth full of the now cold, thick yellow noodles. "Sitting on my couch I see," he joked trying to push her into talking more. "Hmm." Giovanna hummed, "your couch huh?" She took the final sip from her wine glass then placed the empty glass on the same coffee table. "Yeah, my couch," he continued to push trying for a playful rise out of her. With the noodle box in one hand and the plastic fork plunged securely into the yellow noodle goodness, he proceeded to pry through the other two boxes discovering the honey chicken. "Really? Honey chicken? You know I hate that shit Gi." "That's too bad." Giovanna pushed herself out of the recliner. "Because I hate it when you sti

https://twitter.com/SicilianMafiosa _______________✏ “It really is a beautiful piece” he murmured before disarming the safety. “Ah, I’d prefer if you didn’t-” “Hmm?” He tilted the gun back into an upright position now aiming it steadily towards her. “I’m sure he got you something without serial numbers I assume? Untraceable?” Her breath hitched and she immediately froze on the spot. What the fũck is happening right now? Her hands instinctively raised up near her head as if surrendering. “How do you know his name?” She asked attempting to mask the fear in her voice but failing miserably. “I never told you his name,” she continued firing away the questions rapidly. “If this is some sort of joke” she stated, “then it’s time to come clean now. You’re scaring me.” “Joke?” He walked towards her with his finger firmly on the trigger. “I thought I was going to have to get my gun out tonight, but looks like you had one just readily waiting for me” he motioned his head towards the dining room chairs pointing them out to her, “drag a chair over and take a seat bella.” _______________✏ Salvatore Abandonato, a Naples born mobster climbing the ladder to success. He will do anything to protect his family and ensure their successful name throughout New York City. When he meets Adriana Di Dio, a gorgeous young Sicilian, things change dramatically. It's not only him and his family he has to protect now, but also the young life of Adriana. The pair commence a roller-coaster ride filled with danger and and immense emotions. A roller-coaster ride they can't seem to get of... _______________✏

------------------------ This is book THREE of the series, so if you haven't read book one (When The Sun Goes Down) or book two (Chasing Stars) I would suggest you do so before indulging in this piece. (: ------------------------ You were there when they met... You were there when they fell in love... Now be a part of.... The End. Experience the lies The betrayal The danger And the love One. Last. Time.

A MAFIA ROMANCE ________________ "Mrs.O'Rihley take your clothes off" ________________ The wedding ring forced onto her slim finger and a new life thrown into her arms. Kiara was just in the wrong place;at the wrong time. Lucien O'Rhileys lust for revenge and power burns just a hot as Kiaras lust for freedom. His heart is as dark as the evil in his eyes, as he swore he was incapable of love. But his curiosity for the little minx he married seemed to grow till he couldn't stop it. But You know what they say -Curiosity killed the cat- She might not have been born into the mafia But she sure as hell belonged there. _________________ "I used to finger myself in the shower... while I thought about what your dick could do to me, " • "I am your very own alcoholic princess" • "I am falling down the path of the mafia...damn. But is it still wrong even though it feels so right?" [Not edited] -Mature Content-

Coming from an abusive household, Meredith Hill makes up her mind to finally escape. She runs till she meets a family friend who decides to take her in as one of her own. When high school is added to the mix, she must learn how to cope with her past as well as making friends. The bad boy of Woodland High, Reid Taylor, a biker with tattoos and girls always on his arm. At 16, his father stepped down and the roll as the cruelest Mafia leader in America, passed down to him. Trouble follows him like a magnet, until he meets her. His need to protect her is almost intoxicating. She changes him and she doesn't even realize, while he slowly lures her out of her shell. They're each other's drug, and it's addicting. WARNING: This story contains mature scenes, such as: sexual content, self harm and abuse. Read at your own risk! CLICHÉ AND FAST PACED STORY « SLOWLY EDITING » P.S. I made my own cover! If you'd like one let me know <3 ~~~~~~~~~ RANKINGS #92 in Teen Fiction [2/21/18] #89 in Teen Fiction [2/25/18] #61 in Teen Fiction [3/13/18] #47 in Teen Fiction [3/17/18] #29 in Teen Fiction [3/19/18] #17 in Teen Fiction [3/21/18] #14 in Teen Fiction [3/23/18] #11 in Teen Fiction [3/30/18] #9 in Teen Fiction [3/31/18] #6 in Teen Fiction [4/3/18] & [5/2/18] #5 in bad boy

Months after Isaac's and Hailey's traumatic incident, weeks after their graduation, Hailey's finally off to college, attempting to put her past behind her along with Isaac's problems... Book Two.

Alessandro Caesar, If it's not for his specs, I'm sure those piercing eyes could kill anyone. He looks like a mafia leader. With that two henchmen by his side. A normal talk with that nerd, I don't think so it's possible. He walks as if he wants to crush each and every person in the process. If you have any sense of confidence, self-respect, ego or even attraction towards him, delete it, I repeat it! delete it!!!! completely, otherwise, he can sense it, I promise and when he does, he will destroy you, and you can never get them back. All the rumors that she heard, not all of them where true, but none them either helped her to prepare for the danger she was going to face. Jasmine, Jasmine a sweet girl who end up being stuck, as an unwelcome guest in Alessandro's world. Will she able to survive all the danger she has been thrown into or she will be able to melt his heart.

MATURE-EROTIC-BDSM-ACTION E X C E R P T - "I am dominant, Aurora. I would do everything with your consent but strictly on my terms." Before I could register the words through blurry desperation, he claimed my lips. It was slow and titillating at first. Our tongues danced like a well-choreographed waltz, moved in smooth 'rise and fall' motions as he maneuvered my head to his will. My arms were wrapped around the shapely contours of his back, urging him to take me deeper into his mouth. Lord, the man could kiss. It turned strangely ravishing, and all I could taste was the intoxicated whiskey breath of desire that mirrored my mind." ****************** I was barely a young girl when I was sent to him to be trained as an assassin. Marco didn't just turn me into a ruthless killer-he made me a woman. I was his protégé. He was my Master - of my mind, body, and soul. But I wanted more. I wanted to be HIS WOMAN. And how long was he going to deny me? ****************************** W A R N I N G: This book is intended for mature audiences and contains explicit sexual content and graphic language. Read this only if the above themes do not offend you. You've been warned. This book is unedited so you will find some grammatical errors/misspellings.