Jimin Mafia

Valerie Foster's life turns upside down when she goes into labor in the presence of Antonio Costello, the notorious Capo of an Italian Crime Syndicate: La Viperia. In a chaotic turn of events, Antonio is forced to take Valerie to the hospital, where he accidentally signs the birth certificate as the father of her baby! But that's only the beginning. Much to Valerie’s dismay, Antonio becomes obsessed with Valerie and her baby boy, insisting on raising him as his own. Despite her protests, Antonio is determined to be the best accidental dad ever. *This is a compilation of several books.*

"Ace...please...I had nothing to do with your father's death..." I whimper, protectively placing my hand over my abdomen. His grip tightens around my throat as my eyes water when I look into his eyes reddened by the effect of the alcohol that he has consumed. All I can see is my death looming over my head as I try my best to be able to breathe through my nose even if he is trying his best to block my airways. "Well, all evidence seems to state otherwise, bitch! You were the one leaking all information about us back to your father. And here I was...thinking that we had something..." his words slur but his actions are completely focused on me. Completely focused on killing me. I can feel it...I am not going to make it... ———————— I wanted to tell him that I didn’t ruin his empire. I wanted him to believe it. But he didn’t listen. And because of him, I ended up losing my baby growing inside me. I lost everything because of Alejandro Harrington. And I have spent the last two years running from him. But now he has finally found me. He is my new boss and to top it all off, I have to remain in this firm as his personal assistant. He still remembers everything and even now, he has no regrets about whatever he did. He’s here to make my life hell.

"You will stay far away from me. Is that clear?" He seethed. "Crystal. At least, I can fuck other men without worrying about how you'd feel." His fists banged on either sides of my face, causing me to gasp, wide-eyed. "Do that and live with the guilt of their blood in your pretty hands." ~~~~~~~~~~ No one dares to bully the Mob Boss. Well, no one except Liliya Orlov. Mob Boss, Dice Rexroth is back to take revenge and he plans to hit her where it would hurt the most. Being as ruthless and cold as he is, he intends to watch her crumble with sadness before his eyes and beg, just like she had done to him in the past. Liya's greatest fear is a loveless marriage, as her parents' evergreen relationship had caused her to be full of expectations for her love life. Little does she know, that the parents she looked up to, would sell her off to a man who was hellbent on being her nightmare—all because of a stupid bet. What happens when a one night stand starts the duel? How well does Dice's revenge play out? Too well for his own good, or too bad for her own good?

BOOK TWO OF THE MAFIA MEN SERIES. *** He taught her how to live. She taught him how to love. *** Everyone called him a monster even the people who were close to him. But I was the only one who saw the troubled man hiding demons from his past. They called him a killing machine; he took lives without a second thought. But he saved mine, he saved me. I had no idea my savior would come in the form of a scarred face, covered in tattoos, who can't—or choose not to—speak a word to me. But I decided to take a risk. I opened the cage where his demons lived and I set them free. And then... I handed my heart to the monster to do as he pleased. TRIGGER WARNING: This book is provocative. It is categorized as DARK ROMANCE for a reason. It will not be for everyone. If you are a reader with certain triggers or sensitivities common to the dark romance genre then know that this book contains: a very dirty talker hero, sexual degradation, dubcon, rough play, and s&m themes

I stepped closer. Close enough to smell his cologne—cedarwood, leather, and power. My hand moved. Smooth, practiced. The pistol slide from under the apron into my palm. I raised it fast. But before I could pull the trigger— BANG. Not my shot. A scream tore through the restaurant as another man launched himself toward Romano’s table, blade flashing. Another assassin. What the hell— Romano didn’t flinch. He shoved the table forward, knocking the attacker off balance. The blade scraped across wood, not skin. I ducked instinctively as the room erupted into chaos. Gunfire cracked. Glass exploded. People screamed and dove for cover. “Get him out—NOW!” one of the guards barked. I aimed for the second attacker. Didn’t even hesitate. One shot—head. Gone. The guard saw me. Confusion flashed in his eyes. Then rage. I ran. I weaved between overturned chairs, plates, and screaming bodies. The smell of blood was real now, thick in the air. One of the guards grabbed me. I slammed my elbow into his ribs, twisted, and brought the butt of my gun down on his skull. He dropped like a sack of bricks. Out. I had to get out. My boots pounded the floor as I tore through the narrow hallway. But then— “Elisa.” His voice stopped me cold. I turned. Antonio Romano stood in the middle of the carnage, suit untouched, blood spattered behind him like art. His eyes were on me. And he was smiling. It was darker. Slower. Like a hunter seeing something worth chasing. Somehow, he knew who I was. “Interesting,” he said softly, tilting his head. “They sent you.” I didn’t answer. I ran. But that voice followed me. He knew my name. And he let me go. This wasn’t over. It had just begun.

David Bianchi - King of the underworld. Cold, calculating, cruel. A man equally efficient with closing business deals with his gun, as he was his favorite pen—a living nightmare to subordinates and enemies alike. However, even a formidable man like himself wasn't without secrets. The difference? His was packaged in the form of a tall, dazzling, mysterious beauty who never occupied the same space as the mafia king.

Since childhood, Hazel Grace has lived in a dormitory to train the best servants in the main mansion of the Reagan family, an influential mafia family in New York City. But fate would have it differently, she who was supposed to be a servant ended up becoming the wife of Alexander Reagan, the first son and leader of all Reagan businesses. Alex is notoriously cold and indiscriminate in killing those who stand in the way of his happiness. Without Hazel’s approval, he appoints Hazel as his wife on paper. Will Hazel survive being an unwanted wife? The dark world of the mafia suddenly becomes a part of her life. The enemies of the Reagan family are now his enemies too. Coupled with her past that makes her the target of Alex's main enemy. In the midst of the cruel life of the mafia family, will Hazel grow love in Alex's heart?

Itu first kissku dan aku kutuk Kak Arkana agar mencintaiku.” Kalimat itu yang Zara Rembulan Keinandari katakan setelah memberikan first kissnya kepada Madhiaz Arkana Gunadhya. Bukan karena mencintai lelaki itu tapi karena jengah setiap hari selama ia duduk di bangku kelas 11 selalu menjadi objek penderita dan keisengan Arkana. Jadi ia memilih cara lain untuk mengekspresikan kekeselannya tanpa Zara ketahui jika itu pun adalah first kiss Arkana. Mantra dari kutukan Zara ternyata mampu membuat Arkana jatuh sejatuh jatuhnya pada palung cinta gadis itu hingga sampai suatu hari Zara beserta keluarganya menghilang dan Arkana mencari tanpa henti. Kabar burung mengatakan jika menghilangnya Zara ada kaitannya dengan salah satu Mafia paling bengis di Negri ini. Arkana melakukan segala cara untuk menemukan Zara meski harus terjun ke dunia hitam dan belajar menjadi seorang Mafia tanpa sepengetahuan seluruh keluarganya.

"You have this beauty that captivates men, don’t you? There were plenty of naked women in this room, but the second you walked in, the men lost control. They wanted a piece of you. They wanted to own you." His fingers trail down my jaw, tilting my chin up. "Not knowing you already belong to me." I swallow hard, my breath caught in my throat. He moves away, settling into a chair with ease. He unbuttons his coat, leans back, spreads his legs apart like a king, which I guess he is... And then, his voice turns lethal. "From now on, Ariella Costa, you are mine to use. Mine to play with. Mine to do with as I please." The words hit me like a heart attack. "Your body belongs to me. Your mind belongs to me. Your soul belongs to me." He smirks, his dark eyes locking onto mine. "I own you."

Life is something unprecedented. Family is a gift which I'm certain any individual would need. At the point when you're a kid, your parents should shield you from whatever might hurt or scare you. They should give you love and let you in on that you have them. As far back as I can recollect, my folks have given me the direct opposite. To be more exact... my mom and stepfather. Rather than wishing me wonderful dreams, they reviled me with bad dreams. As opposed to much love, I got punches and kicks. I don't know what I did wrong for them to give me that treatment and disdain me so much, however I had figured out how to simply manage it. Particularly when a wonderful green-peered child was born into the family. Indeed, on the off chance that you might call us that. At last, I figured out how to move us away from those terrible individuals I called parents. All was great and we were happy, yet happiness doesn't keep going long. He was the beginning of my nightmares. I simply wish somebody would've let me know what my life would come to. Perhaps then I could never have decided to trust him. I wouldn't be hauling my seven-year-old girl out at 2am simply to move away from him... "Come on, bubbles. Rush!" I briskly shout as I pull Daisy towards the vehicle by her hand. "Mom…I dropped Tom!" She cries back to me while I put her in the backseat and immediately lock her in. I would have rather not returned in, terrified of what could occur however she adored Tom. Since I got him for her, she has become very attached to him. So without another thought, I ran once again into the house.