Ever since Blaire Davis' family was murdered she moved from Vermont to London hoping new scenery would do her good and also to far away from the man who murdered her family. Jorgen Bjork took over being the top mafia leader of the top mafia gang when his father passed away. He flies over to London for check on the men he has over there thinking it was only going to be business until he see's Blaire. See what happens between the unlikely duo.

First story in the 'Mafia' series My hand lowered in horror. I had just hit him. I just fucking hit my "husband", the fucking mafia boss. He glared at me with a passion and I knew I was gonna die, wife or not. *•*•*•*• At the age of ten Emma Russo is chosen as the future wife for thirteen year old Nikolai Ivanov, the future Russian mafia leader, without each others say. So that the Italians and Russian's could unite. They've known each other their whole life but two years before Emma's eighteenth birthday they are forbidden to see each other for unknown reasons. But exactly one week after Emma's birthday they are to be wed. Nikolai is now cold and mean. Emma is still kind and stubborn. As soon as their wed, they immediately neglect each other but they have to stay married for both family's sake. This is, Mrs. And Mr. Mafia

Savanah Smith is walking with her two best friends in the city of New York on vacation. When she stumbles into this guy. She says sorry and goes on her way laughing with her friends. Nick King, the CEO of Kings corporation, was walking through the streets of New York city when a girl knocks into him. She apologizes and keeps walking. She's captivated him, and he wants to know everything about her but the thing is he doesn't even know her name. #38 in teen fiction 8/17/16 *In the middle of editing, I am not perfect so even if the chapters say edited and you see something that needs to be fixed please let me know so I can fix it! Thank you!*

"Close your eyes." he croaked, I did as I was told without any disobedience. "Have you any idea how badly I want to kiss you right now?" I shook my head in reply. "Badly, so fucking badly." he whispered as his harsh breath fanned across my cheek. Dark haired and tattooed, Xavier looked like the ultimate bad boy...but weren't bad boys meant to have that boyish charm? The thing is, Xavier was extremely guarded, hot headed and quite frankly, scary. In fact, Xavier was many things but romantic and loving wasn't two of them. He was a building half built, a puzzle with half of the pieces missing... Until he met me. Warning: Bad language (lots of). A possessive delinquent that is guaranteed to make you smile (or cry.)