THE DEVIL OF BLAX DYNASTY (A MAFIA ROMANCE/ DARK ROMANCE)

BEWARE EXTREME MATURE SCENES WITH A LOT OF SPICE!!!! Vincent Carpel, the cold-blooded king of the Blax Dynasty, was a man people whispered about. A man the world feared long before they ever saw his face. Tall, devastatingly handsome, and carved from danger itself, he carried an aura that made even seasoned criminals lower their eyes. His sharp gaze was a warning. His presence, a threat. His scar, a reminder of the night his world destroyed as he watched his father die. To the world, Vincent was untouchable. But the world didn’t know everything. They didn’t know about the trembling in his right hand that he hid behind perfectly tailored suits. They didn’t know about the nightmares that tore him awake at 3 a.m. And they certainly didn’t know that the most feared mafia boss on earth spent his nights feeding stray cats behind his marble mansion. Christy knew none of this. She was just a bright, stubborn university graduate from Korea, arriving in Italy with a suitcase full of dreams and a heart determined to make it on her own. She had no idea that fate, and her big mouth, would flip her world upside down. Their first meeting was chaos. Christy shouted at him. Vincent actually froze. And for the first time in his life, someone walked away from him without trembling. He should’ve been furious. Instead, he was intrigued. Fascinated. Completely, dangerously obsessed. Her voice followed him into boardrooms. Her face haunted his nights. Her name was a curse he couldn’t stop whispering. So when he finally found her again, working at a small company, head bowed as her boss humiliated her, something inside Vincent snapped. He didn’t confront the boss. He didn’t argue. He bought the entire company. And he made Christy the owner. Because to Vincent, she wasn’t just special. She was his. THE DEVIL OF BLAX DYNASTY is a story of obsession wrapped in devotion, of a mafia king who never knelt for anyone… until the day Christy’s life hung by a thread. ⸻ “I love you, Christy. Nothing on earth will ever stop me from loving you.” Vincent’s voice dropped, deep, raw, trembling with a truth he never gave anyone. His dark eyes locked on hers, burning hotter .. “You don’t understand what you’ve done to me,” he murmured, stepping closer. “I can’t think straight unless you’re near. If loving you is a sin, then let me drown in it. I’ve survived worse.” Christy crossed her arms stubbornly against the freezing night air. “Then stop being dramatic and go inside.” “You first.” “I won’t, Vincent. I’m fine out here. I can sleep here too.” “You must be joking.” “Watch me.” Vincent inhaled slowly. Too slowly. Then he exhaled through clenched teeth. The next second, he strode toward her, slipped an arm behind her knees, another around her waist, and swung her over his shoulder as if she weighed nothing. “Miss Christy,” he said in that terrifyingly calm tone, “not under my watch, honey.” She didn’t even fight. Because God… Vincent made her weak. Completely, hopelessly weak. He carried her into the mansion like she belonged nowhere else but in his arms. [18+]+++++ MUST BE 18 TO READ THIS!!! T FOR THANKS