Novels by Roxy Shiffer

AntonioIt's almost eleven p.m. when I walk into the private room at the high-end bar reserved for the meeting. It smells like leather, cigars, wealth, and power.I notice Liam and Gabriel are already seated at the table. Liam's the oldest of the group, where Gabriel's the same age as me. Luca's only five years my junior, and Viktor's the youngest at twenty-five.Not that age matters when it comes to power."Gentlemen," I murmur as I take a seat. We're all dressed in crisp Armani suits.My greeting is returned with curt nods.We might not be best friends, but there's a vow of loyalty that makes us the most dangerous group of men on Earth.Fuck with one, and you have to face off with the Priesthood.It makes us invincible.We all took a blood oath when we were sworn in, and the only way out is death.As a server comes to take my drink order, Luca and Viktor stride into the room with the potency of the entire Italian mafia and bratva in every single step.No one says a word until we all

EllaMom gives me a pleading look, silently asking me to understand, then Peter says, "Not a lot will change." Antonio doesn't seem to think so.Peter gives me an overly patient smile that doesn't do anything to lessen the dark expression in his eyes. "You'll be expected to accompany Antonio, Athina, and Basil to social events, so the family shows a united front."Ahh... I don't do social events. At all. I'm a homebody, not a social butterfly. Besides, spending time with Antonio is something I want to avoid at all costs.Before I can try to explain myself, Peter continues,"Every Sunday, you'll be expected to attend lunch with us." What happens if I'm busy with exams?This time I open my mouth, but Peter keeps going. "And you'll have two guards with you at all times."My eyebrow darts up. My jaw goes slack. For a moment, I can only shake my head like an idiot that's lost the ability to speak.Shit.This is how it all starts. They're expecting me to become a mafia princess. I've seen w

AntonioRage still simmers in my veins from dealing with the Sicilian bastard who dared to sell heroin on my streets.Stupid fucker.Usually, I'd let my men deal with the scum, but I wanted to send a clear message of what will happen to the rest of the Sicilian mafia if they don't get the fuck out of Vancouver.I down half the glass of champagne but the sweet bubbles only sour my mood further. My eyes flick to the server, who instantly scurries to my side. "Whiskey," I order, and a minute later, the tumbler's set down in front of me.After the burning liquid soothes my temper a little, I glance at the girl who'll soon be my stepsister. The thought makes my lips curl in distaste.Theresa Drakatos.Her body is slightly turned away from me, not enough to draw attention, but enough to give me the cold shoulder.I know everything there is to know about her, seeing as she'll be my problem soon enough. As the head of the family, Ella will be my responsibility. The lack of respect she showed

EllaaAntonio; 36. Ellaa; 21.An armed guard opens the engraved wooden door, and with a curt nod, he steps to the side so I can enter the house. It's only my second time visiting the Salvadore' home, so the place is still foreign and intimidating. I'll never get used to all the guards littered over the property.A couple of weeks ago, my mother got engaged to the retired Godfather of the Greek mafia. We're having our first family dinner tonight, and needless to say, I'm feeling anxious about meeting Antonio and Athina, Peter's children.The couple of times I've talked to Peter, it always ended with me fidgeting like a little girl. The man has a serious set of eyebrows that makes him look threatening and shorttempered. Even though he's never been hostile toward me, it always feels like I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop.Mom's assured me he's sweet and caring, and I have nothing to worry about. As much as I don't like the idea of my mother marrying Peter Salvadore, it's her choice