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“His money isn’t clean. He’s the richest banker for a reason—because he uses blood money.” “What’s blood money?” “He acts as the treasurer for all organized crime. When the mob needs cash, they call him. When the Skull Kings need to hide their cash, they call him. When they need to borrow money for a weapons deal, they call him. Cato Marino knows about all the crimes against humanity because he funds most of them—and makes a profit each time. He doesn’t hesitate to kill anyone who gets in his way. His finger doesn’t stay on the trigger for long.”

That would be emotional suicide. I moved away from the romance section quickly, like it might contaminate me somehow. Crime thriller. I'd read a crime thriller. Something with murder and investigations and absolutely zero sexual tension. That was safer. Much safer. I browsed the mystery section and pulled out a book I'd heard good things about. A detective novel set in London. Dark, gritty, complex. Perfect. I carried it to one of the comfortable chairs by the window and settled in. The chair was incredibly comfortable—soft leather that seemed to mold around me. There was a small side table with a reading lamp. A footstool I could put my feet up on.

He glanced at the table where all my blackmail devices lay exposed, before turning his cold gaze back to me. “You think you can use all this… all this bullshit on me? You think your fucked ass can get you the Dunes entity?” He turned slightly, his eyes flicking briefly toward the guards by the couch. “Light my cigar, Roman.” The taller one moved at once, offering a lit cigar. Blake took it without a word, bringing it to his lips and drawing in a slow, controlled drag, his gaze never leaving mine. “Lucien, talking about wasting her… mmmm… her pussy smells good, and… it tastes good too… I think there's something about her worth keeping for now.”

Tous les Mêmes by Stormae TRIGGER WARNING: This book contains, SA, r*pe, abuse, violence, gore, explicit sexual content/smut, drug use. profanity, trauma and toxic masculinity. This is a mafia romance, with a pinch of humor here and there. This book is not meant to be standalone. This is a mafia book that may contain a lot of fluff for entertainment purposes. You've been warned. Enjoy. ;) Oh! And also, feel free to leave your thoughts in the comment/reviews.

~VITTORIA~ "Welcome?" He jeered, glancing at his guys before turning back to me. "You're an annoying chick you know? The only female in Brooklyn's Costa Nostra yet you're always making trouble!" He shouted in my face. Making trouble? Like I was the man who killed his damn leader. I felt the little rain of saliva that flew out of his mouth on my face and instantly got disgusted. I hissed and stood up, scrunching my face up. "You know one thing I hate?"

He placed the bouquet of roses he still held beside him, examining the titles of the books one by one. Legal Systems, Introduction to Criminology, Victimology, Psychosocial Criminology, Civil Code... He skimmed through all the scattered books. All of the books contained heavy topics. Was all these books the woman's lecture material? When he was in college, he majored in Criminology, so he understood a little about these books. He made sure that he has returned the book to the position before—right on the page Nikki left— and not tidying it up for fear that she still needed it, he took a look around. Did that woman live alone? He even just realized that in the woman's apartment, he did not fi

Crime? In his case crime really did pay it would seem. Everything about him screamed money. It was so different to me. He was so different to me and maybe that’s why I was so attracted to him. Not for his money but because like he had said he was so darkly dangerous. Even dressed casually like he was, it poured off of him in waves.

AXEL SALVATORE ROSSI She was right in front of me. The traitor. The one who’d broken the omertà. Isabella… I narrowed my eyes, trying to see if I was hallucinating. But I wasn’t. She stood there, right in front of me, held firmly by my number one enemy and rival— La Mano Nera. “I told you I had good news, Ace.” The dirty old thug smacked his lips, trying to forcefully pin down Isabella who’d become another version of the one I knew.

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Kicked against his hand playfully. “Never heard of it.” “It’s about caring more about getting someone in prison than committing the crime,” She paused. Staring blankly at the cover. “Well, it’s mostly about only finding women interesting when they’re whorish or evil.” “Maybe you should be reading something happier.” He was now sat beside her, the mattress bending to his weight, her dress crept up the backs of her thighs. “Maybe staying away from books about crime for the time being.” It was hard not to stare at her backside and wonder whether she was without any underwear or in a G-string. After all, they were talking about her father, however veiled it were.