This book is so awfully written, I'm embarrassed. The relationship is toxic and evil and I've been working on rewriting this story. As soon as I have it rewritten, I'm gonna take it down and put it back up. It's gonna be the same concept but I'm gonna fix plot holes and make it a little healthier.

"If I didn't care I would have left you to die but I care and that's why I'm protecting you." Xavier Arivonese A young boss with deadly connections to a deadly organization, mafia. Being just eighteen, Xavier is forced to run a deadly empire and his life has been anything but safe. When he decides one day to go against the wishes of a certain man all hell breaks loose in the mafia and a girl falls right into his hands leaving him no choice but to protect her. Royalty Lemeire A normal girl cheerleader with a few problems but nothing out of the ordinary. When someone tries to kill her one night she is taken into the world of the deadly mafia. She ends up falling into a dark and mysterious lifestyle and secrets about who she really is unravels. Her fall lands her straight into the hands of the mafia's boss and under his protection. Living with the mafia himself is one thing but getting tangled up with him is another and Royalty realizes she that her happily ever after is no Cinderella story..... How will this story end? In absolute rebellion or just like Cinderella?

Rosalie O'Neil is sheltered and protected by her Irish mafia father and brothers. Taken out of her all-girls school during fifth grade, she's been tutored at home within thick iron gates for six years. No boyfriends, no sleepovers, no freedom. Her safety has always been her family's number one priority until they can't afford to keep her hidden from the new mafia man in town. Read on to learn about how an innocent girl changed the New York mafia game once and for all. **SET IN 1950s** [No images used belong to me. All credit to creators. All likeness to real people, alive or deceased is coincidental. Please leave constructive criticism! This is my first story :)] COVER ART BY: Casparita

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 waist. He pulled me into him and I gasped. "I want you to be mine." He added before taking my lips in a bruising kiss. Nikolai and Emma had two children, their son Isaac, and their daughter, Adalina. Adalina is exactly how her mother was in her youth, kind, stubborn, and moody. She wants to stay away from men until she turns nineteen so history doesn't repeat itself, until she meets her fathers new man, Iosif. Isoif is one of Nikolai's new recruited men. Isoif just wants to be one of the most trusted men to his boss, but he meets Adalina, and of course plans change. He can't keep himself from her and she can't keep herself from him.

Amanda decided to help her brother's bestfriend to stop his wedding and in order to do that she must act like a pregnant women. Though she manages to help him, she herself gets into a problem, a problem of falling in love with a Mafia leader named Xavier. Xavier Lucian believes that anything he sets his eyes on is his, and when he sees Amanda in a restaurant with four guys lets say he wanted her no matter what. But he didn't know that even god was planning their meeting. ~ All pictures belong to the rightful owners~

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 more of a turn on watching him put on his clothes than him taking them off, almost. He wiped the blood off his hands with a kitchen apron in a slow steady motion and I pressed myself back against the wall when his eyes focused on me. My eyes flittered to the back door and I battled with myself on whether or not I could make it before he caught me, I couldn't. He tossed the apron over an empty sink and stalked towards me slowly, a predator in every sense of the word and my eyes drifted to the bloody mess of a man on the kitchen floor, was that going to be me in a second? He stopped just in front of me and reached out to stroke my cheek and I closed my eyes, leaning into his touch despite knowing better. My eyes snapped open when he grabbed my chin tightly and forced me to look at him, was this it, was he going to snap my neck and dispose of my body now? "Touch another man again, and I will kill you" his voice was low and promising and I swallowed as he let go of my chin, pressing a rough kiss to my lips before grabbing my elbow and dragging me out of the kitchen. So much for that arrangement...