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The blood we Inherit

Mario De Cruze is the "Ghost King" of Chicago, a ruthless billionaire and mafia boss driven by a singular childhood trauma: the massacre of his orphanage at the hands of the Red Blood (the Sanchez family). Unknown to Mario, he is actually Pablo Sanchez, the lost second son of the very monsters he seeks to destroy—sold into trafficking by the De Silva family to secure their own power. His cold world is disrupted by Desderia Davids, a brilliant, struggling law student working three jobs to survive. Desderia is fueled by her own quest for justice for her murdered best friend, Alice, unaware that Alice was a spy caught in the crossfire of Mario’s war. When Mario and Desderia collide, an intense, forbidden romance blooms. As they peel back the layers of a 20-year-old conspiracy, the truth emerges: Mario is a Sanchez, and his biological brother, Martin, was the one who ordered the orphanage fire. The tragedy culminates in a brutal siege at a limestone quarry. Realizing that their five-year-old daughter, Sabrina, will never be safe as long as the Sanchez legacy exists, Mario and Desderia make the ultimate sacrifice. They trigger a massive explosion, burying themselves and the core of the Sanchez leadership under a million tons of rock to ensure their daughter’s escape. Mario’s sister, Secilia, flees into the night with the young Sabrina, disappearing into the shadows of Europe. Eighteen years after the fire and stone of the limestone quarry claimed her childhood, Sabrina De Cruze daughter of Mario De Cruze and Desderia David's, returns to the rain-slicked streets of Chicago. She is no longer the "Scholar" her mother, Desderia, tried to protect; she is a phantom forged in exile. Under the alias Sasha De Clare, she secures a high-level position at Sterling & Vane, the elite law firm that serves as the legal backbone for the New Red Blood Syndicate.
Crystal_quote · 1.2k Views

The Mafia King’s Hacker Bride

"You really think you can just hide forever? From them? From me?" "Do you really think we can be together?" she whispered, her voice rougher than she meant. "No. We can't. It just won't work." Zayden tilted his head, his thumb brushing against the frantic pulse under her jaw. "Why?" His voice dropped low, dangerously smooth. "Why can't we make this work, huh?" She swallowed, the movement making her throat press harder against his hand. "Don't forget, You're----" “Say you love me…. Or I’ll fvck that stubbornness right out of you. Bend you over this desk, and make you scream my name until you forget your own." Aylin's face turned beet red. She pushed against his chest forcefully. He didn't move an inch. ***** Aylin Monroe Alston is a brilliant hacker and martial artist with Turkish roots. She can change her identity and her looks as easily as changing clothes. Always staying a step ahead of death, she had been on the run until she crashed into him. Zayden Cole Virelli is a billionaire leading a double life. On one side, he is a successful businessman; on the other, he is a powerful mafia king. Women don’t exist in his world until a runaway hacker crashes into him, capturing his thoughts and refusing to leave his mind. A collision in a dark forest leads to one lie he told and one secret she kept. Now, the most feared man alive wants her, while the woman who can bring down empires with just her keyboard wants nothing to do with him. He’s possessive, she’s untouchable, and they’re both liars. Two worlds collided: a hacker who can take down empires and the mafia king who won’t let her go. Can their love make it through the mess they're about to create, or will one of them get hurt first? ⚠️WARNING!!!! - Mature Themes - He Fell First and Harder - Mafia World - Weak to Strong - Slow burn
Balishba · 183.8k Views

Metro Genesis.

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.
Ada_5445 · 28.7k Views

The 20 Million Euro Weapon

"Twenty million euros. That is the price of my life tonight." I thought my father’s murder was the end of my world. Turns out, it was just the prologue to hell. Kidnapped, bound, and displayed on an underground auction stage, I am no longer Aurelia Valente, the cherished daughter. I am merely merchandise. And the highest bidder? He is a ghost from a past I thought I had buried. Lucien Armand. The childhood friend who vanished years ago now stands before me as a cold-blooded monster. He is no knight in shining armor. He is a man void of emotion, ruled by terrifying logic and a numbness that chills me to the bone. A faceless mafia lord surrounded by an army of obedient women. He didn’t buy me to warm his bed. He bought me to break me—and then rebuild me from the ashes. "Do you want to cry, or do you want to kill them all?" he asked, his voice devoid of pity. Lucien offers me a devil’s bargain: He will train me. He will take me—the naive girl who knows nothing of his dark world—and forge me into the deadliest weapon he has ever created. He wants me to be an extension of his will, a dangerous but obedient doll. Fine. I will take his deal. I will let him mold me in fire and blood. I will become his masterpiece. But there is one variable Lucien’s perfect logic failed to calculate: When you sharpen a blade too fine, it eventually cuts the hand that wields it. He taught me how to destroy my enemies. Now, I will teach him how to feel the agonizing pain of falling in love.
MOB_NPXC · 64 Views

Undressed By The Mafia God

Warning: Heavy sexual content and a fucked up male lead. Throw morally grey out the window. Excerpt: "Do you trust me?" His hand drifted to her neck. If he had asked her to walk into the fire with him right then, to tumble willingly into chaos, she would have said yes without hesitation. Her entire body shivered as she nodded, heart hammering, her pulse a wild drum against her ribs. "Always use your words, Bambola. Do you trust me?" he asked again. "Yes…yes…" Her back arched against him instinctively, skin flushed and glistening, every nerve screaming, every muscle taut and alive. Luca's other hand tightened at her neck, squeezing until she gasped for breath. The sensation was exquisite and terrifying, every nerve ending alight as he manipulated the fine line between restriction and pleasure. Vee squeezed her eyes shut, nails digging into his arm as she clung to him, her breath rattling in her chest. He sensed her reaching the edge and drove her closer, the hand at her neck tightening harder. "Luc…" she choked out, a fragmented plea that shattered as her body convulsed, releasing a hot, desperate wave against his fingers and the rug beneath them. Synopsis: She insulted the devil. He decided to own her. Veronica Scalese walks into New York’s elite club, ‘Commissioned’ by accident—and mouths off to the wrong man; Luciano Genovese popularly known as ‘The Devil’. He grants favours but gets your soul in return. When Luca comes to collect a debt from her father, the payment demanded is flesh. Veronica becomes both Luca’s weakness and his obsession. He burns his empire to the ground to keep her. Undressed by the Mafia God is a mafia romance story where power is foreplay, love is a liability, and the most terrifying thing a god can do… is fall. From the author that brought you: 1. Defying The Rogue Alpha 2. The Vampire's Luna 3. Undressed By His Arrogance
JoyceOrtsen · 196.5k Views

The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover

Evelyn Walters was the perfect heiress, until one reckless night with her father’s greatest enemy ruined everything. Pregnant, disgraced, and cast out of the Walters family, she left with nothing but her unborn child. Years later, she's survived. But as a single mother, the life she built was fragile until the man from her past discovered the truth. Now he wants her and his son. But how can Evelyn trust the father of her child... when he's also the enemy of the man who raised her? **** Excerpt: "B-Boss... the woman you slept with that night... she wasn't the supermodel the company just signed," Dylan stammered, his voice trembling. Axel's brow furrowed even further. He tried digging through the hazy, alcohol-soaked memories of that night.  Of course, he remembered the party. He remembered the whiskey. But the woman? Nope. His brain served up a blank slate. "Who was she?" Dylan swallowed. "The first daughter of William Walters." "Cough! Cough!" Axel coughed violently, his face turning red and eyes wide with shock. He never thought that woman would end up in his bed.  --- Curiosity won, as always. Evelyn grabbed the remote and hit the power button. The screen lit up, and her jaw dropped. Her eyes went wide, as if the Grim Reaper himself had just stepped out of the TV to ask for her phone number. “What the…? Why does my personal source of misery pop up the second I turn this thing on?” Because there he was, Axel Knight, gliding out of his luxury car like some corporate deity on his way to a business banquet. Evelyn scrambled for the remote to turn it off, but of course, fate had other plans. Axel turned to the camera and gave a casual wave, acknowledging the paparazzi vultures lined up outside. She hated to admit it, but the man looked sinfully good in his signature black suit and high turtleneck, his sleek black hair framing a face that could stop traffic and quite possibly her breathing. Then, suddenly, her stomach clenched. Her hand instinctively rubbed her flat belly. “Little tenant, did you just say you recognize him?”
PurpleLight · 1.9m Views

To Be Loved by the Mafia Prince

Zara never expected one impulsive act of kindness to tie her to one of Genoa’s most powerful families. The night she helped a wounded stranger, she didn’t know he was Luca Bellini, the heir to an old empire built on influence, silence, and carefully buried violence. In Luca’s world, kindness is currency. It is exchanged, negotiated, or weaponized. It is never freely given. But Zara gives it without asking for his name. That is what unsettles him. That is what stays. What begins as quiet gratitude becomes something far more dangerous. Luca finds himself searching for her in places he has no reason to be. Memorizing the rhythm of her routines. Ensuring a car is always nearby. Ensuring no unfamiliar face lingers too long. He tells himself it is precaution. The night she saved him, he was attacked by one of his father’s rivals. Anyone connected to him becomes leverage. Weakness. Target. He cannot afford weakness. And yet, he cannot seem to walk away. The closer he watches, the more he realizes Zara is unlike anyone in his carefully controlled world. She speaks to him without fear. Looks at him without calculation. Treats him like a man instead of a surname. For the first time, Luca Bellini wants something that cannot be acquired through power. But the heir to an old mafia dynasty does not pursue recklessly. Enemies are waiting. Alliances are fragile. One wrong move could place Zara directly in the crossfire. So he keeps his distance. He protects her from the shadows. He tells himself watching is enough. Until the line between protection and obsession begins to blur. And the most dangerous thing about Luca Bellini is not the empire he will inherit... It’s what he is willing to risk for the one person who was never meant to be part of it.
sofyaleblanc · 4.1k Views