Alessia Sierra
Her life was never easy. Of Spanish descent, with a father she never had the chance to meet-a man who rules over one of Italy's most feared mafias. Alessia has lived quietly as a beautician in Italy, but everything changes when her father appears after twenty-four whole years. Faced with the truth, will she accept the chance to step into the world of power, danger, and loyalty that comes with being part of the mafia?
Matteo D'Ammiano
Raised in a world of blackmail, smuggling, murder, and blood money, Matteo is as dangerous as he is capable. Strong-willed, calculating, and distant, he grew up under the protection of Armando Sierra-his father's closest friend-after his death when Matteo was still a teenager. Now the right hand of the mafia boss, he lives and breathes the code of the underworld. But when he learns that the boss has a daughter, everything he thought he knew begins to shift.
A tale of love and hate, of hidden messages and dangerous secrets. Many pieces lie scattered in the shadows-but who will be the one to connect the dots?
❗Contains strong language, sexual and triggering content❗
-ENGLISH VERSION OF THE ONGOING GREEK BOOK "DON'T MESS UP WITH MAFIA"
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Book 1 GHOST Complete
Book 2 TROJAN Ongoing
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Excerpt
I got a peace offering. And Ice cream.
The message popped up again.
His Bhaiyu was making it hard to ignore.
Darwaza khol, yaar. Mogambo uth jayenge.
Ansh glared at the French windows. Even desperate his Bhaiyu would not quit the name calling.
Shall I leave?
Ansh did not respond.
Okay! Leaving the ice-cream outside. Take it before it melts.
Ansh did not respond, but his heart skipped a beat. He wanted to meet his Bhaiyu. He was even a little desperate, but he did not wish to give in so soon. So, he counted until 100 and then slowly made his way outside.
Iris hopped down from the bed and followed behind him.
Ansh opened the doors with a big heart only to find a basket filled with dumb yellow smile squishes and a big tub of ice-cream in between. A few CD's were tucked into the basket almost as an afterthought. The game CD's that Ansh wanted.
Ansh glared at the basket. "Do minute nahi rukh saktey they kya?" He muttered under his breath.
"You made me wait 17 minutes, kidoo" A voice whispered in his ears.
Ansh almost screamed but Nirbhay's palm closed around his mouth before any sound could slip. Ansh's heart thudded in his chest. His Bahiyu had almost given him a heart attack. Nirabhay grabbed the basket and slipped inside with Ansh, and shut the door behind him.