(This story is in serious need of edits! There is one use of 'y/n' in the first chapter but it doesn't appear again. MY WRITING IS ASS UNTIL SEVERAL CHAPTERS IN!) You are dating Armitage Hux, the mob boss (Snoke)'s right hand man. But when Kylo Ren, the underboss of the mafia, returns from his time away, you soon become a pawn in their game of money, power, and glory. "You talk lots about God Freedom comes from the call But that's not what this bitch wants Not what I want at all I want money, power and glory" *This is a modern alternate universe. I don't claim to have an intensive knowledge of mafia/mob life but I do my best to do my research. There may be some inconsistencies between real life organized crime and what is depicted in the story. Just have an open mind and have fun with it! ** this is a story for 18+ people!

"You were ours from the second we saw you," he stated as if I didn't have a choice in it, and the truth was, I didn't need to because he was right. I was theirs, but what they didn't know was that they were mine, too. *** One invitation to an open house. One moment. One chance. And everything changes. When Emma receives an invite to the most exclusive BDSM club in the city, she knows she needs to go. At Desire's Den, she'll experience pain and pleasure, bondage, domination, and submission - all intertwined. For the first time in her life, she dares herself to go after what she wants. She'd always been too afraid. Now she is ready. Now she just has to secure a dominant. But just as everything she ever desired is in her grasp, she finds something she never expected: three possessive masters, all ready to claim her. Callan, the owner of Desire's Den, could make even the most innocent woman hungry with lust. His voice is soft as silk, and as wicked as the dirtiest fantasy you've ever had. Mateo, the sweet-tongued professor, is every woman's dream: a gentleman in public, and filthy in private. Gideon, the trio's resident bad boy, is owner of one of the most popular nightclubs in the city. Behind his calm and stone façade is a violent storm ready to conquer the object of his obsession. And she just might be the one they've been waiting for.

// "...Harry? I thought you went home." "Turns out home isn't a place anymore, Flower." // In which a drug dealer takes on more than he bargained for when he's assigned to look after the bosses' daughter.

Prisoner!Killer!Kylo/OC AU THIS IS A DARK FIC OK FOLKS- it starts DARK! Ends mushy. In which a sweet crime writer goes to question a convicted scarred murderer; what could possibly go wrong? (Oh! So many things) He'd watched her pulse leap in her pale throat when he sat down. Watched her shrink in her seat. Saw how her cornflower blue eyes dilated when she saw him. He'd heard her gulp. Heard her breath hitch. That had been hard for him not to smirk wildly at. That he had such an effect upon her... Seeing her in here after so many goddamn days and years limited purely to the bland familiar sights of fellow prison inmates and guards. Broad men of all sizes. So to suddenly walk in here, and see what little treat sat awaiting him, was like New Years Eve in Paris. After all, he was a dangerously bored, violent sociopath.