The Mafia Pain in the Ass

The Mafia Pain in the Ass

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This is the first enemies to lovers and mafia romance book trope I have EVER written, so... maybe lower those Statue of Liberty high expectations please? Thank you💖 Rami Ahn has three rules: 1.Never trust a man in a suit. 2.Never catch feelings for someone with a criminal record. 3.Never, ever sit next to Rick Crasta on a plane. Too bad she just broke all three. She's the courtroom's sharpest tongue and Seoul's most unhinged defense attorney. He's a ghost in a tailored suit-rumored mafia prince, professionally charming, emotionally unavailable, and a walking felony in human form. When a mistaken ticket puts them side by side on a flight to hell (read: Italy), things go from passive-aggressive texts to turbulence real fast. Literally. And emotionally. He calls her sunshine to piss her off. She calls him Satan and means it. But underneath the verbal warfare and weaponized smirks, there are secrets-bloody ones. The kind that ruin lives. The kind that explain why she wakes up screaming, and why he never sleeps at all. This isn't a love story. This is a plane crash, in slow motion. And neither of them is walking away clean.
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Using Him

"Love is a strange emotion-it strikes when you least expect it." -Moonwriting Sebastian King They call me the Lucifer of the Mafia. The God of Death. The man who bends Europe to his will with a snap of his fingers. And yet-none of that power could have prepared me for her. Erika Carter. She wasn't supposed to matter. She was just another piece in this rotten world I rule, another soul pulled into the sick "Auction" I've hated all my life. I should have walked away. But the moment I saw her defiant eyes staring back at me-unafraid, unbroken-I knew she was mine to claim. Only... not like the others. I didn't buy her to destroy her. I bought her to refine her. To protect her. To own her. To burn for her. But Erika Carter doesn't bend. She pushes back. She tests me. She looks at the devil and smiles, daring me to fall into the one trap I swore I'd never believe in- Love. And God help me... I'm already falling. Erika Carter He thinks he owns me. He thinks money, fear, and power can cage a woman like me. But Sebastian King is about to learn one brutal truth- Two can play this game. If he wants me, he can have me. But he doesn't get to write the rules. I do. Because when Death itself falls in love... even kings can bleed. ⚠️ Trigger Warning: This story contains dark themes, including violence, bloodshed, abuse, and sexual assault. Read responsibly.

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