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Being the daughter of the Mafia King always had its disadvantages and its advantages. Leah is going to be Queen and she has some problems to deal with. She falls in love with one of the mafia bosses and they have to fight to be together.
Do you believe in destiny? That connection between two souls who were meant to be before... and now. "Lightning never strikes the same place twice." Let me prove you wrong... because destiny always finds a way to strike twice.
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I followed the maze of halls leading down to the only open stairwell. Jogging down the steps, the temperature, and the noise level grew the closer I got to the basement. I pulled open the door and the smell of sweat and blood mixed with the dustiness of the usually vacant building hit me. The sounds and smells of a fight surrounded me. Every smack of skin against skin was met with extreme applause and shouts for more.
"Boss," Chris shouted over the loud crowd.
"What's going on?" I scanned the room. "Where's Lucas?"
"We have a problem with one fighter," he says. "Lucas is dealing with it."
"Cazzo." Pushing through the crowd, I brushed past my security and walked into a long hallway. I pushed open the temporary locker room to see Lucas and Ben in a deep and heated conversation.
Ben looked embarrassed as he looked at me. "Man I told them it wasn't a big deal. Just a stupid thought."
I had no fucking clue what he was talking about, but I wasn't about to tell him that. "Still a thought you had. Which means it's something I need to know. Now I want to hear it from you. Where's your head at?"
"This man, he comes in here telling me I could make more at other fights. He said I could go more often. Every day, if I wanted. Then he flashes me some cash and says my signing bonus would be even more. My ma works her ass off, taking care of my little brother and sister. I help, but it isn't enough."
I fought to keep my temper. Despite only being nineteenth, Ben was new to the circuit. He had a gift, fancy footwork, giving him an edge and a nickname. "You know why you fight once a week?" He shook his head. "It's because your body needs time to heal. If you fight every day, you'll get ripped apart within a couple of months, and that'll be it." He mumbled something as he looked down. "You need more money. You tell Chris about it. If he thinks you're earning it, he'll make it happen. But don't believe the bullshit lies some jerkoff is spouting."
"That's why it was just a thought," he says. "I get offers like that; all the time, but this guy seemed different from the others. He said his name was James Costa. He even gave me his business card."
My patience with that man was running low. "Where's your manager?" The man who's in charge of stopping anyone from talking to my fighter.
He shrugged. "No clue."
"All right kid, you're up soon, so we'll let you get ready." I opened the door and Lucas followed me out. Taking a few steps, we passed another door.
When I heard a small noise, I took a big step back and opened the door. "Fuck," I yelled, wishing I had some bleach to throw in my eyes. Looking up, I shook my head. "Is there a reason you're not in there with your fighter?"
"He said he wanted some alone time," he lied. "I was just... I mean, I figured."
"Wait!" The woman said, no longer having her mouth full. "You said Ben wanted me to... you know, but only if I was good." Not looking back into the closet, I looked toward the locker room.
When Chris opened the door I yelled, "You ask dickhead here to go get you a girl?"
Ben stepped into the hallway as he wrapped his hands, shaking his head. "No. I don't fuck on fight night."
I looked into the room. "Try again."
"You fucking pig," the girl screamed, throwing herself at him.
Lucas walked into the closet and grabbed her. Her eyes met mine. "Get lost." She ran out of the closet. Turning back to Ben again. "You attached to him?"
He shook his head. "Nah. He ducks out early and shit."
"Fire him."
Shrugging, Ben turned to him. "You're fired." He started his excuses, but Ben returned his attention to me.
"Chris will find you a new manager, a new trainer, all that shit. If you have issues, you go to him. Or if you need to, you contact Mr. Moretti or me. Understood?"
"Yes, sir," he said with a nod.
"If I catch you at any of these fights, you're going to regret it," I promised him. "You're out of this circuit. You don't leave one of my fighters alone for someone to approach him. Especially if it's so you could get off using his name."
"You can't do that!" He screamed before catching himself and stepping back.
"The thing is, I can do that. I can also make sure that you're out of all the circuits in the city. Actually," I started before pausing. Unbuttoning my suit coat, I leaned in the doorway with my hands in my pockets. I knew my gun was visible by the way his eyes dropped and shot back up; his face turned pale. "I can make sure no one sees your face again. You'll be a whisper of a has-been, eventually forgotten." I straightened up and took a step closer. "Are we clear?"
"Yes," he said as he sank to the floor.
"Good." Turning, I walked out of the closet. "Find Costa." When we reached the fight room, we split up. I made it to the other side before I found him. "What are you doing here?"
"Just checking out the competition," he says as he takes a sip of his beer.
"Finish your beer and leave." I walked away before he can say anything else.
It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Carrie made the mistake of falling in love with Kristopher. When the time came that she needed him the most, her husband was in the company of another woman. Enough was enough. Carrie chose to divorce Kristopher and move on with her life. Only when she left did Kristopher realize how important she was to him. In the face of his ex-wife’s countless admirers, Kristopher offered her 20 million dollars and proposed a new deal. “Let’s get married again.”
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
22-year-old Evelyn Carter is attempting to start over in California while avoiding her past. She will be embarking on a new career path as a private school teacher. She is smart, attractive, and doesn't put up with nonsense. Who wouldn't notice her? However, what happens when she attracts the attention of someone unwilling to let her go? Who wants her and nothing else after falling in love at first sight? A 25-year-old billionaire CEO and single father, Lucian Carrington. He takes what he wants and he is also a very dangerous man. All it needed was one look at a stunning woman to realize she was HIS, even though he doesn't believe in relationships because they always end. Preview: Miss Carter, you will be mine. I say firmly. "Release my arm, Mr. Carrington, before I force you to." She says, seeming to smile at me. I give her a sly smile. Squeezing my wrist with her other hand, she twists it uncomfortably. I gave a painful hiss. "Don't underestimate me, Mr. Carrington." "This is the only time I will allow you to walk away from me, Miss Carter." She glared at me as she turned. "Mr. Carrington, I am no possession of yours." I was left standing there when she opened the classroom door and left.
My name is Katia, and I am just trying to survive until my fated mate arrives. Which may be easier said than done. Rejectection is the last straw. Whispering my acceptance of his rejection. I run through the pack house, out across the manicured lawn into the forest. "I'm sorry, my sweet girl," I say to my wolf. I'm sorry you have been stuck with me and have had to suffer everything I have. She whispers," it's not your fault, Katia. We came to a cliff with a waterfall. The hurt keeps pounding at me. I need it to stop. My sweet girl, and I just want peace, I keep running and leap off the cliff. Spreading my arms wide, with tears streaming down my face, I fall, not making a sound, waiting for sweet oblivion where we feel nothing ever again. "I love you, my sweet girl! Until we meet again, "My wolf replied just before we hit the water, "I love you too, Katia. I have never regretted a moment with you." The Snow Moon pack is having their last barbecue of the summer next to the waterfall on their land. The adults are laughing and joking while watching the pups play. The alpha, beta, and gamma are swimming with some of the older children and playing a game of Marco Polo. Someone yells, "Oh my goddess, someone just jumped over the waterfall!" Everyone is frozen as they watch what looks to be a child falling arms spread wide, no one makes a sound. The small body hits the water like a plane crashing into the side of a mountain. The alpha, beta, and gamma, spring into action, swimming towards the area the person went under. The alpha is screaming his wolf is going crazy repeating, "Find her. Find her...find her!" They dive and the beta surfaces with a small person in his arms. Alpha takes the girl from his beta, laying her on the ground. The men are shocked by what they see. She is covered in scars and injuries. Her body is twisted and broken. The Beta asks, "Who could have done this to someone so defenseless?" Alpha drops to his knees, repeating, "MATE...MATE...MATE!"
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
To the public, she was the CEO's executive secretary. Behind closed doors, she was the wife he never officially acknowledged. Jenessa was elated when she learned that she was pregnant. But that joy was replaced with dread as her husband, Ryan, showered his affections on his first love. With a heavy heart, she chose to set him free and leave. When they met again, Ryan's attention was caught by Jenessa's protruding belly. "Whose child are you carrying?!" he demanded. But she only scoffed. "It's none of your business, my dear ex-husband!"