COMPLETED From the moment Zeke and Uriah Pedrad came home with him, she hated him. There wasn't a problem because he hated her too. Everyone was used to their fighting and bickering so it almost didn't matter. Tris Prior and Tobias Eaton. Always have and always will be enemies. Or so they thought... Maybe this whole time they've just been holding back. All characters belong to Veronica Roth

First book of the Valentino series Read at your own risk (smirk)⚠️⚠️😏 SMUT WARNING|| 18+⚠️⚠️⚠️ "I'm not even all the way in babe" he smirked and my eyes widened. Looking into his green orbs for a split second I closed my eyes before moaning very loud when he pushed him self deeper. "I can't take all of that" I said weakly while placing my hand on his lower stomach He smirked before pulling out then slamming himself into me. "Fuck Leo" "That's for disobeying me" he said This story is about two hot heads who are focused to get married. Will Leo the number one mafia king gets his way with little miss assassin. This book will not disappoint you trust me If you want to know just click on the read button and started reading. DO NOT COPY OR TWIST MY STORY TO YOUR OWN. I PUT ALOT OF TIME AND WORK INTO MY BOOKS SO DO NOT STEAL THEM⚠️⚠️⚠️ Started July 24,2021 Finished October 21,2021

Carlotta Angela Vasiliev is a 17 year old girl living with her adoptive Russian mafia family of 4 brothers and father. Ever since she was a child, she's had no sense of belonging, abused by the Swedish mafia in her youth, her Russian saviours are the only family she knows. That is until someone frames her with the CPS and she gets taken away to live with her biological family. Enter the Italian mafia. 5 more overprotective brothers who finally got their little sister home in New York. Carlotta faces a new life with a new family, will she ever see her adoptive brothers again? Or will she replace them with her biologicals? What happens when she meets a boy who catches her eye? ~~~ "Car." He cuts me off, taking a step towards me, "Nothing about you could ever bother me." He says, lifting a hand to cup one of my cheeks. "Apart from your bratty attitude, but you'll learn." He adds on at the end nonchalantly smirking down at me as his hand slides from my cheek to my throat. TW: Mentions of abuse, rape, violent scenes and SMUT

He began walking over to me. This is it. I'm dead. I saw his shoes come into my view as I was looking down, hair covering my face. "Look at me." He growled out. I started to cry, too afraid to look. He grasped my chin and lifted my face to meet his. I mentally gasped. It's the guy from last night. His eyes held surprise too, before anger erupted in them. I cowered back in fear of what he might do. "Who did this to your face?" He growled. I started to cry again and shake. "Him." I whispered and gave a small nod toward the guy who hit me.