In the perilous world of the Italian mafia, power and passion are intertwined, and secrets can be as deadly as bullets.
Elena Moretti has always lived in the shadow of her older sister, the beautiful and poised Isabella. When Isabella is arranged to marry Luca DeLuca, the feared and powerful head of the Italian mafia, Elena braces herself for a life of quiet support and solitude. But fate has other plans.
On the eve of the wedding, Isabella vanishes, leaving only a cryptic note behind. Desperate to avoid a scandal and maintain their family's honor, Elena is thrust into her sister's place as the bride of the formidable Luca. Little does she know, Luca is not a stranger to this turn of events.
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"Where do you think you're going, Elena?" His voice was low and menacing, sending shivers down her spine.
"I... I just needed some air," she stammered, taking a step back. But there was no escape; Luca's presence filled the room, leaving no corner untouched by his dominance.
Luca's hand shot out, gripping her wrist with a possessive strength that bordered on painful. "You belong to me now," he hissed, pulling her closer. "There is no running, no hiding. You are mine, Elena. From the moment I saw you, you were destined to be mine."
Tears welled up in her eyes, a mix of fear and a strange, undeniable attraction. "But I didn't choose this. I didn't choose you," she whispered, her voice trembling.
Luca's expression softened for a fleeting moment, a glimpse of vulnerability behind his hardened exterior. "Perhaps not," he admitted, his grip loosening slightly. "But I chose you. And I will protect you, no matter the cost."
Aurora was one of the most feared and deadly assassins to ever live. She was trained to kill without a second thought and to fight with perfection. Known as the Fatal Beauty for her charming lethality, Aurora seduces her victims and kills them. She is forced into a temporary alliance with her enemy, Lorenzo De Luca, as problems arise. Unfortunately, these problems seem to be connected to Aurora in every way possible, causing secrets to be revealed. What will happen when the facade, the image that everyone sees her to be, Aurora has built comes crashing down on top of her?
Lorenzo was one of the, if not, the most merciless man to roam the world. Cold, heartless, and cruel. As the future don of the Italian mafia, he must live up to the expectations his family has for him. One tiny problem: the Russians. After creating many complications for the Italian mafia to become the strongest mafia, he's must to unite forces with the infamous Fatal Beauty. Little does he know that two people with the same mindset and power don't get along. Or do they?
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I could feel his breath against my skin as I resisted the urge to shudder. He pinned both my hands on the wall on either side of me, caging me in. He glowered down at me, not an ounce of sympathy or remorse in his eyes. "Why don't you ever fucking listen to me?" He demanded, almost shouting, in a furious tone. He grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him.
"You're not my boss," I seethed, glaring right back at him. It didn't help that I couldn't move at all, either.
He clenched his jaw. "It seems like we have a miscommunication," he said slowly. I swallowed. "I am your boss and You. Are. Mine."
With that, he smashed his lips against mine.