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She’s got a beautiful life. I’ll gladly burn it down to save her. She’s been a thorn in my side for as long as I can remember—Belle Barrie. With a smile that shows a sweet disposition. And a body that invites total depravity. Belle thought she knew my world. Thought she could play with the big dogs. When her boss decides to play me, she’s caught in the crossfire. Now we’re talking about a full-fledged gang war. The kind that mows down innocent bystanders.

I stole her from her life. I’ll go even further to keep her in mine. She was a job. Nothing more. Nothing less. I took her from the party. It wasn’t personal. It was a contract. Grab her, head to the safehouse, and wait for the ransom. Scarlett is so gentle, so trusting. She doesn’t know that men like me exist. Doesn’t know the brutal nature of this world. Me? I come from a world of violence. I’m a killer. I prey on nightmares and make them come true. If you cross me, I kill you.

I never believed love could happen to someone like me. Until I met the man who taught me I was worthy. I never thought I’d fall in love with my enemy, but Luca has stolen my heart. If only high school was as easy to deal with as my mafia boyfriend. But I soon realize that my problems extend outside the realm of teenage drama. My mother’s absence has brought too much attention to me. And her return catches the eye of, not one, but two crime bosses.

I never thought I’d fall in love with my enemy, but Luca has stolen my heart. If only high school was as easy to deal with as my mafia boyfriend.

Angelo never thought he’d settle down–never answer to one woman. His life was like the lineup at Sinsations. On the stage for a bit, thrown some cash to, and then out of his life forever. But what he finds in Sonya has him questioning everything he’s ever believed in. And finding things he never believed existed… Like love. Da fuq?

Love? F-love. It’s a joke. I’ve seen my mom get burned too many times by guys that said “I love you.” I know it’s not real. And it never lasts even if it was based in reality. All that changes when I meet Luca Rossi. You’d think I’d know to run away. That I’d see how he treats everyone else like he’s superior and get that he’s not someone I want to be with. There’s just one thing, though… He really is superior to everyone else in every way I can imagine. He’s rich. He’s powerful. He’s sexy as h3ll.

Selina Yeltsin: black hair, pale complexion and curves for days… she’s like Snow White. If Snow White were a hired killer. Her dad was one of the biggest of the Olaf family bosses. Until Selina’s stepmother had him assassinated. Then Selina went to work for her as a hired gun. She’s polished off sixty-nine targets. Her seventieth buys her freedom. Guess who it is? Me.

Othello Maloik. The name should strike fear in your heart if you know who I am—a man of violent extremes. I got the taste for the finer things in life. Fine wine. Five-star food. And of course, beautiful women. But something is missing. More than money and fancy cars, I want a woman. Not one of the floozies that go in and out of my life. But a woman who will truly accept me for the violent man that I am. Who will revel in my kill count.

I came to save her life. She took my heart. They call her Zola. She’s the Don’s daughter and the girl I gotta protect. A curvy little bombshell, this little ball of spitfire has somehow gotten herself mixed up with the wrong people. They’re coming for her now. And only one person is gonna stop them. Me.

I’ve lived my life giving in to my darker desires. And now I’ve found the darkest desire of all—Bianca. Let’s start out by agreeing I’m not a nice man. I’m not a good man. I’m not kind or compassionate. Hell, my dad made me kill my first guy when I was twelve. But Bianca Salerno? She’s the real deal. Sweetest girl in the world. A real beauty, too. The kind of beauty you’d take home to meet your parents. It's funny. This is the girl that gets me to stop killing.

Ella Ashmore was perfect. Hell, she still is. Kind. Sweet. Pretty. A body that doesn’t quit. She’d have guys lined up around the block if they weren’t so worried I’d kill them for looking. Because I never stopped loving her. Even when she found out about me. About my family. Got sickened and disgusted about what I did for a living. Told me to get the hell out. Sure, I left. But I knew I’d be back. That I’d make her mine.

Navigating the mafia underground in Chicago is not easy. It’s like a waltz where nobody ever taught you the steps. You show respect when it’s due, never back down, And kill who they want you to kill. I didn’t become a Made Man by being careless, but even the most ardent professional stumbles now and again. Sophie’s job is to keep me from ending up in the slammer, She thinks we’re done once I walk out of court a free man. Too bad I’m hooked on my defense lawyer’s lovely charms, and what I want, I get. You see, Indro Lastra is a Made Man, and a Made Man gets what he wants.

I grew up in the Family, navigating the labyrinth of courtesies in the layer cake of the Chicago Mob. When the capo says jump, you ask “how high?” They tell you to off somebody… You get the job done or you don’t come home. Play your cards right, and you’ll be a Made Man. Set for life—a violent life, but set. Play them wrong… well, the pay is great, but the retirement plan stinks. Enter one Isabella Lastra. Beautiful but sad, thoughtful but spirited. One look, and I know… I have to make her mine.