Chapter: 4Talia My feet stopped working. Mother nudged me forward, but they still wouldn’t move, because I knew, without a shred of doubt, that our lives were about to be ruined in a matter of minutes. “C’mon now, we don’t bite.” The voice came from the end of the long table, sounding far too amused for the tension strangling the room. The man who said it wore an easy grin, his dark hair brushed back carelessly. Beside him sat another man with the same face, only his mouth was a hard, straight line. Next to them was a woman, maybe my age or older, with sharp blue eyes that scrutinized me from head to toe. I refused to look at the man by her side, even though I could feel his gaze burning through my skin. The world had to be playing some sort of cruel twisted joke. Father cleared his throat, turning to fix me a warning look. “We’ve been waiting for you, Valentina.” Swallowing the bile in my throat, I kept my head bowed, and forced my feet into action, slipping into the empty seat beside
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Chapter: 3Ares “You're going to be late to your own goddamn wedding.” Matteo muttered, washing blood off his knuckles. “Couldn't resist the urge for blood today, could ya?” The body on the floor had stopped twitching a while ago, far too quick for my liking. I crouched, curling my fingers around the knife still wedged in the man’s arm, and pulled it free. Blood spilled from the wound, spreading across the concrete and reaching the tips of my shoes. He wasn’t dead yet. I made sure of it. The heart had to keep working, at least for a while, if the organs were to be worth anything. Matteo grabbed a towel, wiping his hands. “You realize most people celebrate their marriage with champagne, not murder, right?” I looked at him and signed, fuck off. He grinned. “Love you too, bro.” Wiping my knife clean on the man's shirt, I sheathed it and stood. My wedding was in five hours. Plenty of time to get business done. Matteo tossed the towel into a corner. “You think he told us everything?” Informat
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Chapter: 2Talia I'd always dreamt of my wedding day. It wouldn't be something extravagant. Just a quiet ceremony by the beach, barefoot in the sand with a handful of people I loved. Nothing like the charade I was being forced into now. “You look beautiful,” Mother whispered. Her hands trembled slightly as she clasped the last piece of jewelry around my neck. I didn’t feel beautiful. The dress was too tight, made to hug Valentina’s slender frame, one she’d maintained with a strict diet. Each breath pressed against the boning of the corset until it felt like my lungs were being squeezed shut. She fussed over the lace, as if her nervous energy could fix what was wrong. As if tucking me into this gown could disguise that I was the wrong Russo bride. In the mirror, I looked like a ghost. A pale, hollow-eyed parody of Valentina. Mother had darkened my hair with a temporary rinse and combed curls into it until my scalp throbbed, but I could still smell the chemical under the perfume sprayed to mask
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Chapter: 1★BOUND BY DECEPTION★Talia The knock on my door was a desperate pounding that rattled the hinges. I sat up straight, the silk robe slipping from my shoulders, and my book tumbling to the floor. Before I could move, the door flew open. “Have you seen your sister?” Mother’s voice cracked, breathless. She didn’t even step inside, just clutched the doorframe as if the walls themselves were collapsing around her, eyes darting wildly like a cornered animal. My heart jumped. “What? No. Why? What’s wrong?” Her face was pale under her layers of makeup. She lifted a trembling hand, revealing a folded piece of paper crumpled in her fist. With a jerky motion, she shoved it at me. I uncurled the paper, smoothing the creases. The words were scrawled in uneven strokes, clearly written in panic: ‘I can’t do this.’ That was all. There was no explanation, or apology to cover the damage. Just four words that detonated like a bomb in my chest. I could almost hear my sister's voice in those words.
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To Love A Made Man (The Savage Sins Trilogy)
A mafia romance trilogy about dangerous men who love harder than they kill and the women bold enough to love them back.
Three ruthless men, born in blood and bred to destroy, are about to meet the women who bring them to their knees or make them burn the world trying to keep control.
Book One: The Don's Obsession
After her family betrays the New York Outfit, she's taken hostage by a man who wants revenge more than air. He's cold, brutal, and beautiful. And he thinks breaking her will fix what her family destroyed. But what starts as punishment quickly turns into something far more dangerous because some women aren’t built to shatter quietly… and some hearts fall in the most unexpected cages.
Book Two: Her Favorite Enemy
They were raised to hate each other but when they’re forced into a fake alliance, hatred isn’t the only thing that burns. He wants to ruin her. She wants to make him bleed. Too bad they can’t keep their hands or their lies to themselves.
Book Three: Marked by the Monster
She witnessed something she shouldn’t have. Now she’s in the middle of a bloody turf war and the only thing standing between her and a bullet is the mafia’s deadliest enforcer sent to kill her. He’s cold, lethal, and doesn’t believe in feelings. But the more she runs, the closer he gets. And when she finally falls into his hands, there’s only one rule left: She lives or dies as his.
Three savage men. Three sinful love stories. One underworld that doesn’t play fair.
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Chapter: 5Alessia“The wedding should be as soon as possible,” Rafael suggested. “What’s the need to wait when she’s well above eighteen?”“Absolutely. There's no time to waste time.” My father replied, too quickly. I sat stiffly beside Nico, every nerve in my body stretched taut like wire. The scratchy lining of my dress rubbed against my skin. I could feel the warmth of him just inches away, but I didn’t dare look at him.My fingers fidgeted in my lap.Nico didn’t say anything to his father’s suggestion, and they kept talking as though we weren’t in the room. Across the table, Leone hadn’t said a word since the knife incident. His mouth was pressed into a sour line, and I could feel his gaze flitting toward Nico when he thought no one was watching.Coward.The conversation continued without us, drifting from wedding plans to talks of alliances. The longer they spoke, the more I wanted to disappear. Crawl back into my room, rip off this dress, bury my head into a pillow and cry until I could
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Chapter: 4Alessia A light tap on my shoulder startled me awake.I blinked, disoriented, my cheek damp from where it had pressed against my palm. Mother stood over me, lips pursed in that familiar, disappointed line.“How can you fall asleep in a moment like this?” She hissed, tugging me upright. My dress bunched awkwardly beneath me. She ran her palms over the silk, brushing the wrinkles away. One hand came up to fix a stray strand behind my ear. “It’s time.”Right. I’d forgotten what I was waiting for. Forgotten everything, really, once I’d escaped back to my room. I’d curled into myself like a coward, trying not to replay the sound of low grunts and feminine moans. But the memory came anyway. Over and over again. Mother gave me one last look, then turned and left without another word. I followed, wobbling slightly in the nude stilettos she’d insisted I wear. When we reached the west wing, she stopped, and turned, her features softening slightly. “You’ll go in alone. Your father will make t
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Chapter: 3Nico“Shit! Did she see me?”Bianca’s voice was shrill, bordering on hysterical. Her hands trembled as she yanked her dress back up, the zipper catching halfway. “Oh God, Nico, did she see us?”I reached for my shirt where it hung half-off a rusted chair. The fabric was still warm, my skin damp with sweat from where her back had pressed against me moments before. She’s not allowed down here,” Bianca muttered, shoving her heels back on with shaking fingers. “This part of the house is off-limits. What the hell was she doing here?”I smoothed the sleeves down, one button at a time. She stared at me, mascara smudged beneath her eyes, lips swollen from kisses that already meant nothing. She was a mess, hair tangled, chest heaving, breath stinking of wine and desperation. I’d barely touched her and yet she looked ruined.It wasn’t flattering.“Who was she?” I asked.Bianca blinked. “What?”“The girl.” I clarified, fastening the last button. “The one who ran.”She licked her lips, still flu
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Chapter: 2Alessia I stood still as my mother tightened the last pearl button on the back of my dress. “Stop slouching,” she murmured. “You’ll make the dress look crooked.The gown she'd chosen was champagne silk, fitted through the bodice and slit high at the thigh. I'd never worn anything so revealing. It made me feel older. And not in a way I liked.“It's too tight.” I said under my breath.Mother ignored me. She stepped back to inspect me, and I caught the look in her eyes through the mirror as she studied my reflection, like she was assessing a painting she didn’t quite understand. She reached for the brush next, frowning and tugging it through my curls with more force than necessary.“Your hair…” she muttered, more to herself than me. “That shade has always been a problem.”“There’s nothing wrong with my hair,” I said quietly, though I didn’t really believe it.Auburn curls spilled down my back in loose, unruly waves, the color somewhere between cinnamon and flame depending on the light
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Chapter: 1AlessiaI knew something was wrong the moment Sister Eileen knocked. Not because she ever smiled—she didn’t—but because this time, she wouldn’t meet my eyes."Pack your things, Alessia. Your mother is here."I blinked at her from behind my history textbook, my heart skipping once, then twice. “My… mother?”She gave a curt nod. "Now, Alessia."I hadn’t seen my mother in over two years. Not for holidays, not even after I turned eighteen. While the rest of the girls at Saint Theresa’s went home to their families, I’d spent every break here. They said it was for my safety, that being a Romano meant distance was survival.So why was she here now?By the time I stepped outside with my suitcase in tow, the answer was already staring back at me: a black Escalade flanked by two matte Range Rovers. Men in black shirts and darker expressions lined the entrance of the school. Girls gathered at the arched windows behind me, their whispers loud enough."Who are they?""Is she a V.I.P or something?"
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