CrossFire tells the intense, electrifying story of Isabella and Arthur, two heirs to rival mafia dynasties, caught between duty, power, and an undeniable attraction.
Isabella, a striking beauty with long black hair, piercing blue eyes, and a slim, graceful frame, was raised under her grandfather's stern guidance. Trained to be the perfect person - mastering academics, etiquette, and the deadly art of killing - her cold demeanor masks a dangerous woman with a heart of steel. Beneath the surface of her flawless, porcelain exterior lies a dark heritage and skills that no one suspects, ready to be unleashed in a world where survival means power.
Arthur, a Bosnian mafia heir, is her opposite in every way. His slightly long pearl blonde hair, tanned skin, and tall, muscular physique marked by tattoos tell the story of a man hardened by violence. His empty black eyes reflect a past filled with bloodshed, devoid of any warmth or emotion. Ruthless, calculating, and intimidating, he's the very embodiment of danger.
As their paths collide in a battle for supremacy, neither is prepared for the sparks that fly between them. Bound by family loyalties yet drawn by an irresistible force, Isabella and Arthur must navigate a world of betrayal, violence, and forbidden passion, where one wrong move could ignite a war neither side can survive.
『 𝙉𝙊 𝘿𝙊𝙐𝘽𝙏 』
What happens when a 22-year old lands a job in a restaurant, and meets the owner's son.
Excerpt from book:
《 His voice was low, raspy, laced with something of desire, maybe, but all I could hear was lust of the most unchaste kind.
"You know, you drive me crazy,... so fucking insane. And it might just be my madness talking, but I have a feeling you want me."
He approached, closing the gap between our two bodies. I tried taking a step back, but only felt the cold kitchen counter against my warm trembling palms.
"Do you want me, dolcezza?" He whispered against my ear as his hands found their way to my waist.
The heat between my legs was insufferable, and my pounding heart drummed against the walls of my chest. In my head, it was clear, I wanted him, but him, of all people? He lowered his hands to my hips and pulled me impossibly closer to him. I let out a shaky breath, that came out as a soft moan. Shit.
"Then be a good girl, and say it." 》
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