Mohawk Mark Harem Novels & Stories

Flo Romano died the night she ran away. For six years, she has lived as Antonia—a skilled hacker with no past, no family, and no intention of ever looking back. Until she walks into a six-month mafia recruitment program and finds herself surrounded by the DeLuca brothers. Raffaele is the ruthless Don who can't stand her defiance. Giovanni is the broken enforcer who never thought he'd feel desire again. And Theo is the brilliant hacker who finds her impossible to resist. They were never supposed to want the same woman. They have never shared a woman. But somehow, they all want her. Then a powerful Sicilian Don sets his sights on her too. Four dangerous men. On

Take your chance and see what happens. She didn't seem charmed by my attitude, but I was determined to get some answers from the Hawk. We were no longer just acquaintances, we were lovers now, and I had a right to know more about him. His pack, his mask, that moniker, where he spends the rest of his time and days, and, most importantly, his source of income. I had noticed that all his clothes were from the Lunar Crest clothing line, the most expensive pieces we manufactured and have on display. Hawk was clearly a man of means.

“Otherwise, we’ll officially have a full scale mafia war on our hands tonight.” The cool night air bites at my skin, and that’s when I notice the patches of wetness soaking through my dress pants. Stephon’s blood. It’s dark, sticky, and warm. A stark, visceral reminder of Scarfo’s reach. Thankfully, my suit is charcoal black, the spill invisible in the moonlight. I only need to go inside for a singular, non-negotiable moment. Collect Harper and get her back inside the reinforced walls of the mansion. “I need you to handle one last thing,” I say to Kris.

I said. She stretched her hand, prompting me to go on and speak. I cleared my throat, lowering my body to sit right beside her. “Ma'am, as you know. I'm a harem wolf and I can have multiple mates. And you know my first mate right?”, "Hazel moonlight?”,

I stated, making her laugh in my head. “Your mark is fully connected and is a complete crescent moon. It is a significant brand of the Crescent Moon pack. “I want nothing to do with my old pack and most certainly not its Alpha,” I spat as I shivered against the side of the bathtub I was leaning against.

"That’s odd. It’s unlike any mark I have seen in this pack." Storm shrugged, "well, Aaro is unlike any fucking woman I know." I had a snowflake and a crescent moon, probably because of the last name Snowden and because Storm belonged to the Winter Bone pack. But to me, it was pretty fucking obvious why Storm had the mark he did. It’s because I’m from the Iron River pack. I had snow to represent Storm and he had water to represent me.

he said, snickering. “Jackass,” I muttered. “I am coming. I want the report on Marcus.” He said, “Yes boss,” and I ended the call. I hopped into the shower and my mind wandered to the last few months spent looking for Marcus. We received a tip that he was hiding in Ukraine but alas it was not true. It was discovered by the Ukrainian Mafia, who were quite helpful, that Marcus had a mistress there, but she hadn’t seen him in past six months. Several more tips about his sighting came our way, but nothing worked out. He is doing great job of hiding.

She spun, knife up, searching the dark. “The next one won’t be,” she warned. “I hope not,” I murmured, stepping easily over her trap. “I’d hate to be disappointed in my future mate.” Her knife flashed through the air. I caught it by the handle, the blade halting inches from my cheek. The silence let me enjoy the weight of it in my hand... well-balanced, sharp, wrapped in weathered leather. Mara’s mark was carved near the base: a crescent moon and three lines. Old rebellion. Old blood. She’d likely never told Maeve what it meant.

He wasn't Anthony. He was the one who came when I needed him the most. He willingly traveled hundreds of miles to our marking ceremony and said he would protect me without hesitation. "Sharon." His voice turned serious. "The merger between Moonlight Pack and Gray Mist Pack is complete. The alliance Black Rock Pack formed with Moonlight Pack is also in effect. What do you want to do next?"

On the cover was the wax seal that signified the highest authority in the mafia. He flipped to the first page. The lines accusing him of "damaging family honor and endangering the heir" struck him like a slap to the face. Carter instinctively pulled out his phone to call her, to ask what kind of crazy stunt she was pulling now, if this was just another one of her new tricks to get his attention. But all he heard from the other end was the cold, robotic "The user's phone has been switched off." He stood in the empty hospital room, stunned for a full minute, before he belatedly realized she had blocked him on everything.