mafia

He is the sworn enemy of her father, born into a rivalry passed down through generations. She is a teenager caught in a war she never chose. When fate brings them together in the dark, neither knows the other’s name—or the blood that divides them. What begins as guarded conversations and stolen moments slowly turns into a dangerous attachment. But secrets never stay buried. With an age gap that is not too much.. that complicates every feeling and a truth that could destroy them both, their love grows where it should never exist—between hatred, loyalty, and a legacy written in blood. He belongs to the mafia world—cold, ruthless, and sworn to destroy the bloodline of his enemy. She is a high-school girl who should have never crossed his path. When their eyes meet in the dark they come to know that both of them are similar in many ways...

I carefully carried the hot coffee in my hands as I walked into his office. Empty. I let out a small breath. "Pheew…" Looks like the CEO isn't here yet. I placed the coffee down and glanced around once before slowly sinking into the chair behind his desk. The chair was… different. Thick leather. Soft, but firm. Expensive. The kind of comfort that didn't ask — it took. For a second… I let myself relax. My thoughts drifted. My mother. It's been a month. No calls. No visits. But she's fine… Kelvin said so. "She's in a coma." My chest tightened. I closed my eyes. Just for a minute. Just one..... A hand gripped my jaw. Firm. Cold. My breath caught as my head was tilted upward, And then I saw him. My heart stopped. He was.. No… that wasn't normal. No man should look like that. Sharp features carved like they were designed, not born. A straight nose, defined jaw, lips that held no softness , only control. And his eyes… Cold. Not empty. Just… calculating. His silver hair caught the light, smooth and clean, like polished steel under moonlight. Not old , no ..it only made him look more dangerous. Too perfect. Too wrong. Too handsome. "Who are you?" he asked. His voice… Low. Smooth. Something that didn't ask twice. A shiver ran down my spine. I blinked, still half lost between sleep and reality. "Look, handsome… it's my dream. You don't really get to question me, okay?" A pause. Then A smile. Cold. Slow. Dangerous. "Your dream huh…?" he repeated. I nodded slightly, still dazed. "Okay." The word came out too easily. Too calmly. His gaze lingered on me like he was studying something. "Seems Erica finally found me exactly what I wanted…" he muttered. My brows pulled slightly. "…a brave, innocent little cat." My heart skipped. "But she didn't have to drug you." Erica…? Cat…? Drug…? This dream is getting confusing... Before I could think. He moved. Fast. Too fast. His hand slid to the back of my neck, pulling me forward... And his lips crashed into mine. My eyes widened. Warm. Firm. Possessive. "Mmm…" The sound slipped out before I could stop it. Why does this feel so real…? Is this how dreams feel? My body reacted before my mind could catch up.pleasure burned through my whole body....dreams does feel Good. My hands moved on thier own, sliding onto his shirt theninto his hair. Soft. Smooth. Too real. I pulled slightly. "This is too—" Pain shot through my lip. "Ouch!" He bit me. I froze. Pain. Real pain. My eyes snapped open fully. This isn't a dream. Oh no. Oh no. I'm in the CEO's office. I pushed against his chest, stumbling back as I shot up from the chair. My face burned. I couldn't even look at him. My head dropped immediately. Idiot. Idiot. Idiot. With shaky hands, I pointed to the table. "Y-your coffee… sir." Silence. Heavy. Thick. I could feel his eyes on me. Watching. Measuring. I need to get out. Now. I turned quickly, reaching for the door. "Stop." Does it look like you get to walk in and out here by chioce??? I froze. Slowly… I turned back. "Who are you?" he asked again. This time, colder. Clearer. "My name is Eve, sir… your new personal assistant, sir." A scoff. Sharp. "Assistant?" His footsteps were slow as he moved closer. "Dozing off… in my chair… on your first day?" My throat tightened. "Seems like you'll be dozing off in a lot of places these days…" A pause. Then, lower till he got to my height level "…little cat." My fingers tightened around the door handle. "I..I have to go, sir." Coward. "Call me if you need anything else." I didn't wait. I opened the door and ran like he would chase after me. messing up on the first day of my mission!!! how ironic.

In a world where Alphas rule and Omegas are reduced to something fragile, obedient, and expendable, Salvar once tried to be the exception. He failed. Betrayed by the friends he trusted, discarded by the one he loved, and handed over to his enemies under false accusations, Salvar’s defiance ended not in glory but in chains, in silence, and finally, in death. In the cold of a cell, all alone and long forgotten by the world. But death was not the end. Given a second chance, Salvar abandons the foolish pride that once destroyed him. This time, he does not seek to prove that Omegas are strong. He proves something far more dangerous. That weakness, when understood, can be weaponized. With a smile that disarms and a vulnerability that invites trust, Salvar moves through the same world that once crushed him but now, he plays by his own rules. Every glance, every touch, every word becomes a calculated move in a quiet game of revenge. Because this time, he is not the one being used. He is the one pulling the strings. And when the past begins to resurface, along with those who once ruined him, Salvar is ready. Not to survive. But to make them fall. But life is not done with him yet. Because his enemy returns too, reborn into the same world, walking the same stage. And it being non other than Silas make it worse. The one person Salvar cannot read. The one presence that refuses to be played. And for the first time, the game does not move as he wills it. So Salvar steps closer, smiling and turns the game into something far more dangerous than revenge. Something that looks like love.

Twenty-one-year-old Ryder Callahan is a misunderstood high school dropout with a reputation for being a delinquent. Getting suspended countless times from high school and, in the end, just dropping out. The only things that seem to interest him are smoking and knitting, a hobby he picked up from his late grandmother. Despite his rough outer shell, Ryder is loyal to his family and helpful around the house (when he isn't high), qualities that his mother loves and the only reason his parents haven't kicked him out yet. One day, Ryder finds himself in a situation where, while indulging in his usual routine of smoking and knitting in a secluded corner of a park near his house, he sees a brutal altercation between rival gangs that leaves him confused as fuck. Little does he know, his presence didn’t go unnoticed. Dominic Caruso, the notorious mafia boss known for his ruthless killings and feared reputation, catches wind of Ryder's witness to the crime. Initially angered by the potential threat to his whole way of life, Dom's curiosity is piqued when he learns more about the young man. Despite the empire he has built himself into, Dom is intrigued by Ryder’s indifference to the danger he's stumbled upon and his unconventional hobbies, and he can't get enough. He wants him. He needs him. And he's going to get him one way or another. This is I can't move on by yours, truly.

A journalist faces threats towards his family forcing him to dive into a dangerous mission of money laundering, drug and human trafficking. Torn between embracing a criminal life or fleeing away and never look back, he must make a choice.

She hated him for lying to her and kidnapping her. He would burn the world to protect her. “I’d rather die than be owned by you,” I screamed. He approached slowly, his expression cold and unreadable. “You can’t die without my permission.” -------------- Mila Vega, a promising heart surgeon, lived her life on her own terms until she saved a stranger, until she found out the weak and injured man she had brought home was a ruthless devil. Dominic Russo, a mafia king, cold, calculative, untouchable. Mila hated him. She hated him for locking her up, for the way he looked at her as if she belonged to him. ----------- I stepped back as he approached. “You won’t be able to cage me here,” I barked. “I’ll find my freedom.” He sneered, with dangerous light in his eyes. “Try it. You won’t make it past the gate." He didn’t bluff. He wouldn’t let her leave his side, no matter what. Trapped in his dangerous world, Mila should run. But why couldn’t she stop thinking about him? She saw him kill without mercy, yet his eyes softened when they rested on her. His touch was possessive, but protective. ‘Does he love me?’ Her heart raced. In the world ruled by blood and power, with enemies close in from every corner, emotions were luxury. Love couldn’t bloom. Just as she started to wonder if this monster had a heart, she realized his heart was too cold to warm it. She understood she was nothing but his plaything. Mila’s hatred ignited all over again. She wanted to disappear from his world for good. But the man she called a monster, a ruthless killer, might be the only one willing to burn the world to protect her. ------------ He pinched my chin, putting enough force to make me wince. “You will not run again.” I dared to look into his eyes defiantly. “And if I do?” He said in a calm tone. “I’ll bring you back.”

Raven Young thought that after completing her final mission, she would finally leave the organization and live a peaceful life. But what happens when that very mission turns out to be the first one she ever fails? You run. Yes—and so did Raven. Not to save herself, but to escape the people chasing her, pushing her to the very edge… until she had no choice but to jump off a cliff, hoping against hope to survive. But fate had other plans. When Raven opened her eyes, she realized she was alive… but not in her own body. She had woken up as Ivy—the very woman who had caused her mission to fail. And as if that wasn’t enough, a father and son pair refused to let her go. The man kept her close for reasons of his own, his motives unclear and unsettling. Meanwhile, the child clung to her, refusing to leave her side, determined to keep his “parents” together—and even dreaming of having a sibling. “God… just what in the world has happened?” Raven had never felt so betrayed by life. But living in Ivy’s body begins to unravel secrets—truths that entangle their lives in ways she cannot escape. And the man who keeps her close? Little by little… he begins to drive her insane with his undeniable charm. *** Ivy’s breath hitched as Xander stepped closer, closing the space between them. “Still pretending you’re unaffected?” he murmured. Her back met the wall, but she didn’t move away. “You assume too much.” “Do I?” His fingers brushed her wrist, slow, deliberate, sending warmth through her veins. Her grip tightened on his shirt, betraying her. “Tell me to stop,” he whispered. She didn’t. The silence thickened, charged and fragile. His gaze dropped to her lips, waiting—giving her the choice. And when she didn’t pull away, the tension between them deepened into something far more dangerous and the next thing they new was they were already kissing.

METRO GENESIS by Ada. The year is 3044. Humanity made it this far. Barely. AI got sorted eventually, redirected toward handling the tedious, the administrative, the soul-crushing weight of daily existence so humans could spend time doing things that actually required being human. A noble vision. Metro City found a way to make even that sinister. Metro City was never a good place to live. It was, however, always a spectacular place to disappear, into its rain-slicked streets, its corporate towers, its carefully maintained illusion that someone, somewhere, had things under control. Buried beneath that illusion was the Nemesis Protocol Unit. Black ops. Off the books. The agency that handled the problems polite society preferred to pretend didn't exist. The NPU didn't officially exist. It was also the only thing standing between Metro City and complete collapse. For nearly as long as the NPU existed, there was NexoPharma. Gleaming towers. Government contracts. The kind of respectability built on strategic donations and carefully placed allies. Ask anyone on the street what NexoPharma was really doing in those labs and they'd lower their voice and say the same thing: bioweapons. They weren't wrong. In 3034, rookie agent Adrian Cole was assigned to NexoPharma Tower. Routine investigation. Get in, gather evidence, get out. It was not routine. The tower caught fire. The kill teams mobilized. His senior partner went back for him when he didn't have to, pushed Adrian clear, and didn't make it out. Adrian crawled from that building on two broken ankles, alone, with the sound of screaming that stopped too soon ringing in his ears. He spent two weeks in hospital. He spent the next ten years trying to deserve it. By 3044, Adrian Cole is the Ace of NPU, the best field agent the Nemesis Protocol Unit has ever produced. Decorated. Relentless. Still haunted. The kind of man who walks into situations that break other agents and walks out with the truth still intact. Metro City is working on fixing that. Above him sits Elias, NPU's iron-spined higher up, a man who has survived long enough to know exactly which questions you ask out loud and which ones you take permanently to your grave. He gives Adrian enough information to complete the mission. Never quite enough to understand what the mission actually is. Then there is Garrick, pilot, transport specialist, and somehow the most aggressively normal human being in this entire story. We are enormously fond of him. We are also deeply concerned for him. There is also Marcus. That's all we're saying about Marcus. You'll understand why. And finally, Aveline. Ace of the Crime Division. Half Canadian, half Russian. The kind of dangerous that doesn't announce itself. She is a psychopath, this is not a plot twist, not a slow revelation, not a dramatic chapter reveal. Everyone who works with her knows it. Everyone who works against her really knows it. She is not looking for redemption. She was never soft. She looked at Metro City in all its corruption and decided the correct response was not to fix it, but to be better at it than everyone else in the room. Not sweet. But definitely a psycho. Metro City is rotting. The Nexo Incident has begun. The corporations are panicking quietly, violently, and with excellent legal representation. And somewhere in the middle of all of it, an agent running on borrowed time and a woman who never needed a reason are about to find out exactly how deep Metro City's rot goes. It goes very deep. Nobody is ready. Least of all you. Welcome to Metro Genesis. Try not to get attached.

when Neo took the job at the Luther's he thought he'd just landed a dream opportunity, until the man behind the desk turned out to be Lucas Luther rich. cold. dangerous.Lucas wasn't just the CEO he was the hidden head of one of the most feared underground syndicates in the city. To everyone else his untouchable a man who moves with quiet power and commands both fear and loyalty but to neo he's something else entirely an enigma wrapped in dark temptation when their worlds collide neo's fury attitude becomes the one thing Lucas can't control and the one thing he refuses to let go of in a life of power,blood, secrets and sacrifices love is the most dangerous weakness of all when he came...... everything changed

Ruzelle Richelle Mendoza looks like an ordinary school girl. She wears the same uniform, walks the same crowded hallways, and hides behind the same quiet smile. To everyone around her, she is nothing more than another student trying to survive school. But appearances can be deadly. Behind those calm eyes lies a past soaked in blood, betrayal, and secrets buried so deep that even the underworld whispers her name with fear. Something happened years ago, something that turned an innocent girl into a weapon. Ruzelle wants nothing to do with that world anymore. She forces herself to stay silent. To stay invisible. To keep the monster inside her chained. But the mafia never forgets. When old enemies return and dangerous alliances begin forming around her, the life she tried to escape drags her back into darkness. Every step closer to the truth threatens to uncover the identity she has hidden for so long. At school, she is just Ruzelle. But in the shadows, she is the girl born to rule a kingdom built on fear. And when the blood-stained crown calls her back, the underworld will kneel before the Queen of Hell.

She buried her father on a Tuesday. By Friday, she had a gun. By Sunday, she understood why. The Vercelli name means power in Sicily. It means old money, older blood, and a legacy that has survived wars, betrayals, and two generations of carefully maintained silence. It means untouchable. It used to. When Don Salvatore Vercelli is murdered in his own vineyard — on a morning the land itself seemed to anticipate — his daughter Rosa inherits nothing but enemies. The man she loved was playing a role she never auditioned him for. The mother who raised her has been running an empire of blood, arms, and trafficking beneath the family name for twenty years. The brother she never knew exists — has been the one hunting her. And somewhere in this city, in a room sealed for months, her dead father left her something. He knew she would come. He built it to need her. Rosa has two choices. Run from the House of Vercelli. Or take it back. She was raised to be protected. She chooses to be dangerous. HOUSE OF VERCELLI is a dark, cinematic mafia thriller about the women behind a powerful man — and what they become when the man is gone. Because in Sicily — the land remembers everything. And so do his daughters.

Ethan, a seventeen year old boy seeking the same path as his father. hoping to become like his father, and save the innocents. though he will be seeking truth of his father, the past that has returned and the enemies he never knew existed. son will pay the father's debt they said.

[Warning: This story contains explicit adult content and dark romance themes. It features a strong female lead and a dominant male lead. Expect dangerous plot twists ahead.] slow burn ---------------------- Julie pov I screamed at him as I tried to break free from the grip of his hands to reach for his belt, his body, anything belonging to him: "I don't care! I want you to fuck me now... do you understand?" ///////////////////////// Robert pov She said defiantly: "I'll do it myself," and placed her trembling fingers on her pussy. I pounced on her and gripped her hands tightly: "What are you doing, you crazy girl?!" She screamed as she tried to escape: "Let me go to get rid of this agony! If you don't want to fuck me, let me save myself!" I was pressing on her hands to restrain her, and she took advantage of my proximity and kissed me hungrily. I pulled my lips away from her with difficulty, while my body was screaming to throw myself on top of her and touch every inch of her. I was burning too, seeing her in this miserable state. She looked into my eyes deeply and said in a tone that made my world reel: "Robert... take my virginity... make me scream your name, Robert." ___________________ I'm Julie Michael I went with my father to a luxurious restaurant in New York, but I never left with him.My father sold me to a mafia king who owns a VIP club that rents out girls only to politicians and celebrities. On a lower floor of a world that doesn’t exist on any map, The girls are imprisoned in royal suites, prepared solely to please the clients, with no hope of escape. I was sold to Robert Cross, a billionaire who buys people for the joy of breaking them.But I refuse to break under his hands. In Robert Cross’s world, everything has a price tag. I was his most expensive purchase, and I intend to be his most dangerous mistake. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ - "You bought my body, but you will not buy my submission," Julie spat. Robert leaned in, his voice a dark hiss: "Commodities don't need to like their masters, Julie... It’s enough that I took a liking to you and bought you, sweetheart." ______________ Adult content only Dark Romance Twisted

In a brutal world where power, desire, and betrayal collide, several lives become dangerously entangled around a secret empire built on violence and spectacle. After a devastating betrayal, Jack Morrison loses everything—his marriage, his sense of identity, and nearly his life. Broken but determined to survive, Jack rebuilds himself in the shadows, an underground club where wealthy elites indulge in forbidden games of sex, violence, and dominance. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Release Schedule: 1 Chapter/Day Mon-Fri 12:30pm est. Free Access to Character Illustrations: https://www.patreon.com/PrinceBlack

Phoebe Fortunata. She had it all, the face of an angel, a business empire, and wealth that could buy the world. Yet, none of it could save her from the shattered heart. The man she loved, the one she built from nothing, repaid her with the ultimate betrayal. Driven by a desperate need to feel numb, Phoebe flees to Europe. At an Exclusive Club, drowned in the haze of expensive alcohol, she loses control. In her self destruction, she falls into the arms of a man who breathes absolute power. A night of reckless passion was supposed to be her escape, but she never thought her attempt to be free would instead open the gates to a burning golden cage. To Raymond, women were of no interest. They were mere shadows, bodies and lusts to be bought and discarded at will. But Phoebe is a wildfire he can’t extinguish. His obsession deepens when he discovered the fact that Phoebe is carrying his heir. "I don't love you, bastard! What kind of world can you possibly offer me? I already have everything!" "I could burn the world if you make me jealous. Take care of my baby in your womb, and your life will be under my absolute protection!" "I don't care about this baby, let alone you! You are both a mistake!" "You are mine forever, Princess!" Now, Phoebe is trapped in the cage of a man whose hands are stained with blood and whose arrogance knows no bounds. The further she runs, the deeper she sinks into Raymond's dangerous world, until a shocking secret surfaces. Will Phoebe fall in love with a devil like Raymond or will she burn in the golden cage she lit? Or perhaps … will a miracle arrive in the form of a peaceful love from another man?

Warning! 18+ Explicit content. Dark and Mafia themes. Lyvana Montclair’s wedding to Mark Vaughn was supposed to be a fairytale. Instead, it was a death sentence. On their wedding night, the man she loved showed his true face — and then someone shoots her dead. ​But death didn't stick. ​Lyvana wakes up two years in the past, on the eve of the engagement that ruined her. To claim the inheritance her father left behind, Lyvana’s grandmother demands one unbearable price: marriage to Mark as it was her father’s final wish. But after a series of strange coincidences and near-misses, Lyvana begins to suspect that history may be repeating itself... Someone still wants her dead. Refusing to die again, Lyvana plots her escape and her revenge. Her best friend offers a dangerous solution — one that could ruin everything... or not. The plan is dangerous: find a man so spectacular and so "perfect" that her grandmother will forget Mark ever existed. A man who can win a seat at the Montclair table and dismantle Mark’s influence from the inside. Then enter Julian Blackwood. Dark, enigmatic, and powerful. More powerful than anyone even knows. Julian is the last man who should ever notice someone like Lyvana. Their arrangement was supposed to be a temporary business deal. But Julian doesn't play by anyone's rules. As he begins to hunt the one trying to kill her, Lyvana realizes that while she hired him to be a shield, Julian is playing for keeps. ​The deal was temporary... His obsession is not...

Journee, an NYPD officer and Archer, an FBI agent are after a common mafia boss, but they don’t know it. They cross each other’s path at every corner and involuntarily destroy each other chances to make a case against him. Each unknowingly keeps sabotaging the other. If they get a chance, they will kill each other. Finally, they decide to work together to put him behind bars and… fall in love.

[WARNING: HEAVILY RATED 18 AND STRONG SEXUAL LANGUAGES BUT NO RAPE] Excerpt "Marry me, and you shall have your heart's desires. We both know you want it..." Xavier's husky voice drifted from the shadows of the cell, making every cell in Asher's body ignite—right down to his peaking nipples. Asher managed to stand his ground, refusing to break even though the crushing weight of Xavier's pheromones threatened to pull him under. "In your damn dreams. I am straight," he declared. Xavier laughed mockingly, the sound echoing off the cold stone walls. "Let's see how long that lasts..." He leaned down and cupped Asher's length firmly in his palms, watching as Asher’s face turned a deep, heated red. ******* Synopsis He thought he had it all—a beautiful family, a gorgeous home, and a prestigious profession. But one fateful night, it all crumbled away, and he landed in a deadly prison. In a society where homosexuality is a taboo, he was accused of sexually harassing a man. A fucking man, when he was straight as an arrow. Like, how? But that was just the beginning of his nightmare. He landed straight into the cage of an infamous Mafia lord of the underworld—the demon himself, a wolf in sheep’s clothing. A demon in bed and a beast by day. Asher thought he could fly under the radar; all he had to do was lay low and avoid the man forever. But he never expected to capture the lord’s undivided attention. Xavier Devereaux was mad for him, obsessed with him, watching him day and night. He wouldn't even sleep if Asher wasn't safely in his cell. All hell broke loose when Xavier declared him his "bride" in front of the Nine powerful Mafia houses, leaving Asher at the mercy of fate and powerful war. Now, a deadly desire has risen. Truly, Xavier Devereaux isn't just a mad fucker, but a deranged man in desperate need of therapy. But the good thing? Asher realized he has a thing for bad boys...

“You need a wife.” She said. “What makes you think that you are cut out to be my wife?” Oliver asked. The smug smile on his lips was the only indication that he didn’t find her suggestion offensive. “I am not like any of the other women you’ve been with before, Mr. Morton.” Seductively, she let her fingers draw patterns across his chest. “Ms. Sophia, are you aware that you’re playing a dangerous game?” He asked, capturing her fingers that were busily tickling the five o’clock shadow along his jawline. “I am.” But really, was she? But this was not the time to back out now. To second-guess herself. “But are you brave enough to play my game?” She dared, looking him directly in the eyes. Without giving him time to react, she kissed him. Damn! She knew she should stop. This man was her enemy, but her body wouldn’t let her. She missed this. Being wanted. Being desired. Being... No! Not love. This was not love. Oliver saw her as an object. A beautiful woman to conquer, nothing more. And she should feel the same way. No! She could not fall back into his charms. Armed with this realization, she busily let her other hand wander off until she felt it. The hard, metallic weapon that he put aside. Grabbing it, she immediately placed it on his temple, mimicking his action earlier. Then, she gradually pulled her lips away. “Are you gonna kill me now?” The great Mafia Don asked, but she could not see any trace of fear in his eyes as he stared at her. Only curiosity. “No, as I said, I’m not like the woman you’re used to. I know what I want, and I get it.” She said confidently, while slightly pushing her body harder against his. Damn! Her body still responded the same way to him, just as she remembered it. “And what do you want, Ms. Sophia?” He asked, lifting his hand to cradle her chin gently against his fingers. But he never attempted to remove the gun she had placed threateningly against his temple. The most feared man in the city just sat quietly, watching her. “As I said, marry me?” *** Amelia Clarke might have been the curvy, nerdy girl who was constantly bullied and mocked by everyone, but she still won the heart of the Quarterback King. Oliver Lambert. But her happily ever after came to an end too soon. After four years of keeping their love affair a secret, she finally discovered that Oliver was not the man she thought he was. It turned out that he was the heir of the Morton Group and the next Mafia Don. Moreover, he was already engaged to a famous heiress. Now, Oliver’s father, the current Mafia Don, wanted her out of the picture. And he would do anything to finish the job. Leave Oliver, or he would make her and her family’s lives miserable. Give up the custody of her child, or the child would not see the light of day. Amelia tried to seek Oliver’s help, but the misunderstanding between them, plus Maximus manipulations, had already caused irreparable damage to their relationship. Left desperate and with no other option, she tried to run away with her family so she could protect her child. But the accident happened, taking the lives of her parents and unborn child. But was it really an accident? Left with nothing but a broken heart, she moved away. What started with love eventually turned to hate. What was once a promise of forever became a hunger for revenge. For six years, she lived with only one thing on her mind. To make her ex and his family pay. Motivated by vengeance, she returned as a completely different person. Amelia Clarke was dead. The chubby nerd was no more. In her place, Sophia Maddison was born. A supermodel and a promising entrepreneur. Her first agenda. Infiltrate the Morton’s business. Seduce the new Mafia Don. Oliver Morton. Marry him. Then, take everything that mattered to him. His business, his family, and even his child. *** [Warning: Mature steamy content, moderate violence, and some inappropriate language] COVER PHOTO - Credit to the owner.

To escape a poisonous snake, Milo Hartley must beg a lion to save him. “Milo, crawl here. Show him who you belong to!” _Nero Hartley “Well, stay still. Be a big boy, for once. Tell him who you will choose.” _Salvatore Portello, looking at Milo, who sat on his lap, his large hand gripping Milo’s hip possessively. *** Milo is cursed. Since he was seven years old, he has seen the exact day people will die. After his family died in an accident he predicted, he was sold to the Hartley family as an omen of bad luck. For thirteen years, he lived as a toy for the sadistic Nero Hartley, enduring constant humiliation. Now, Nero is trading him to Salvatore Portello, a ruthless Mafia boss who just killed his own uncle to take the throne. To escape Nero’s obsession, Milo risks everything. He kneels before Salvatore and begs for protection. Milo doesn’t know which is more dangerous: the snake or the lion. But now, both have claimed him. One with a dark obsession, the other with a lethal protection. ⚠️ Warning ⚠️ What to expect: -R18+ -Graphic violence and humiliation in the early chapters and recur throughout the story. -Sweet and dark romance between our leads. -Kink: BDSM play mostly consensual. -Smut, explicit adult content that is part to the plot.