⭐️TOP FIVE IN ROMANCE & ACTION⭐️ ⭐️#1 in ACTION,MAFIA,FIGHTING⭐️ They call her Diavolul ei. Some don't mention her name in fear it will summon her, if your name is on her list you better be counting your last days. Kids call her a hero; adults call her a monster. He has the worlds best trained assassins under his wing, no one dares to get in this man's way, he gets want he wants. What will happens when you fight fire with fire? Mature 🔞

Power, Money and Respect

Althea Metaxas is a 23 year old buisness woman working by her father's side in the family business. Zion Russo is a 28 year old business man who took place in his family's company as his father's right hand. What happens if the family companies are involved in something that's way bigger than it seems? Will their focus stay on the families or will it change? When the trigger is pulled, it never misses the target.

Raised in the Mafia, I have known no other life other than cold calculated violence and discipline. A life where brutality is praised and weakness is ridiculed, I became the best of my parents and the worst the world has ever seen. Young and still gaining control of my mafia, love is never an option for me, that is until one night at a Mafia ball where I spy a woman who has me to my knees. I want more, more, more. She's reckless and cunningly beautiful. Too good for me and yet the only one for me. We fight for survival and for each other because neither one of us will let go. ------------------------- I sat in the back, legs apart and looked at her with my head tilted. She licked her lips and squeezed though the front seats all the while looking at me. I pulled her towards me and she chuckled as she sat on my lap. Her legs were either side of me and her breathing was ragged. I ran my hand down her cheek and pulled her into me. I kissed her lips and soon our tongues whirled around. Hungry and rough. She held her head back and I began to plant rough kisses onto her beautiful neck. "Am I a bad influence?" She breathed. Her hands were on the back of my neck. I stopped kissing her and looked up at her. "Everyone needs a little bad in their lives." I whispered back making her smile. My hands found her waist and I noticed her short dress had ridden up exposing her thighs. She wore it to tease me and I loved it. Fuck, I loved her body. She breathed into my neck and I pulled off her dress in one slick motion. My hands were all over her back, feeling her, touching her. Her soft skin drove me crazy. ------------------------- BE AWARE: Trigger warnings: MATURE CONTENT 18+ (SMUT) SWEARING VIOLENCE/GUN VIOLENCE SELF HARM/SUICIDE (REFERENCES) EXPLICIT LANGUAGE REFERENCES TO RAPE SMOKING/ALCOHOL/DRUGS BLOOD/DEATH/GORE ©️ All rights reserved ™️ The Walnut Tree BOOK TWO OF THE MAFIA SERIES

"What?". "I don't want him to turn out like you. Heartless" my mother spoke up. I laughed at that. "I'm a heartless person now?"I asked. "Really?". "You made me like this. I didnt ask to be born into a family like this." I said. I walked towards them and stood infront of my mother. "I didnt ask to be born to a worthless peace of--" I was cut off by a slap. A slap that came from my mother. I touched my cheek and looked at her and smiled. "Get out" I told her and saw my dad get up from his seat. "Get out" I hissed and saw my mom's face turn into one of regret. My father took hold of my mothers arm and pulled her towards the door. "Tell my brother the alliance you guys had with my uncle doesn't apply to us" I said calmly. My father and mother stopped in their track and looked at me. I sat in my seat and smiled at them. "You placed the title of heartless on me. Thats what you will get. I'll see you at the charity event. Now if you could leave, I have business to attend". ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ © Ivana Izaguirre

She's heir to the North Amarican Mafia He's heir to the Italian Mafia She knows her shit, so does he. One fight, one winner, the outcome will chance their lifes forever.

In the fractured world of Stella, a new world where unavoidable acknowledged had open, a young Italian woman who stayed in the United States for years, goes by the named Stella Salvatore takes the initiative to bring justice that seems fit. Series of incidents and past led her into meeting the most fearsome, richest and the biggest Mafia Lord, Don Luciano Maranzano that was known by many, desire by many, royal and ruthless. In a business that dominates by males, comes a small but mighty organisation that works as a shadow in the dark. Their motto; NEVER REVEAL. NEVER BETRAY. SPARE THE INNOCENT, KILL THE UNVIRTUOUS. Which earns them the name of Reapers of Death. What happens when two individuals meet? Will Stella and Don Luciano becomes friends or enemy, or a great tragedy shall befall on these two big forces? Find out Soon!

"She better be okay. Otherwise the world Was going to see a bloodpath of epic proportions in organized Crime world"- Mason Russo ♤♤♤♤ " you have one job..one damn job that is to protect my wife not one hair upon her precious little head better not be out of place" he demanded to the 20 suited man that stood surrounded him. " yes sir" the answered back very curious to see the wife of the Italian notorious drug lord. " Are you fucking serious mase i dont need protection" the African American Beauty came screaming into his office leaving everyone speechless. But making him smile he still remember meeting her even tho their meeting wasnt a happy start him finding her getting the life beating out of her here she stood stronger then before if not more beautiful. " bella silenzioso" Mason said while the 20 guards left out leaving them alone. Mason leaned back on his desk smirking at his wife eying her hungrily "striscia"( strip) he demanded ♧♧♧♧ Who wouldve predicted them meeting him saving her..her changing him... with the the world weighing down on his shoulders and new enemies rising coming left field while he may he the notorious mafia king best and believe he would always protect mrs. Russo

Description: My father and My grandfather were one of the worlds greatest Dons there was -so when me , a woman had to take over the family business I needed to be just as great as them but as a woman- Men see me as weak and i must prove them wrong . I'm Martina Saint Ramirez .