LuciaIch werde in eine Welt des Chaos gestürzt, als ich erfahre, dass meine Familie zur italienischen Mafia gehört. Nein, streich das: Meine Familie ist die italienische Mafia, und wie es die Tradition verlangt, soll ich den Chef der Bratwa heiraten.Meine Welt liegt in Trümmern, als ich sehe, wie kalt und skrupellos mein Ehemann ist. Trotz seines guten Aussehens und seiner Anziehungskraft gebe ich mir eine einzige Aufgabe: so viel Abstand wie möglich von ihm zu halten. Doch weil weder mein Körper noch mein Herz diese Botschaft verstehen, muss ich mir einen Weg überlegen, meine Gefühle vor ihm zu verbergen.IvanMein Lebenszweck war es immer, die Nachfolge meines Vaters als Oberhaupt der Bratwa anzutreten. Dafür bin ich praktisch geboren worden: um zu töten und zu zerstören. Aber damit das geschehen kann, muss ich heiraten, was kein Problem ist, da für uns schon vor langer Zeit eine arrangierte Ehe mit der Mafiaprinzessin der Italiener beschlossen wurde.Zum Problem werden die seltsamen Gefühle, die sich in mir zu regen beginnen, sobald ich mit meiner Frau verheiratet bin. Jetzt steht ein weiterer Zweck auf meiner Liste: töten, zerstören und lieben.

“It won’t be a straight death from where you’re standing.” I blink, turning around. “What?” But he doesn’t give me a reply. At least not yet. Instead, he takes hold of my arms in his large, gloved hands, and pulls me to him so that we are standing toe to toe. “What are you doing?” I whisper. This new position has brought us closer. So close that if I stand on my toes, and he dips his head down a bit, I’d probably have the best kiss… “If you fall from here, the possibility of you dying immediately is 98% at the very least,” He begins as I stare at him with my mouth slightly agape. “Falling from where you stood before is about 35% lesser. You’d die eventually, maybe after a night or two of trying to revive your shattered bones, but not immediately.” Having made his point, he steps back from me and climbs down the somewhat elevated platform. “Did you just make way for me to kill myself?” I murmur, feeling like I’m losing my mind all over again. What kind of a man is this? *** Sonia’s life is going great one minute and then takes a spin for the worse when she is betrayed, gets pregnant and worse, is told that she will be getting married to Italian mafia heir, Anthony Romero, who doesn’t mind raising another man’s child. She abhors the idea, but having also recently been disowned by her father, she has no choice but to accept the marriage proposal if she wants protection for herself and her child. But she has questions. Why would a sane man from her world want to raise a child that isn’t his? Surely they’re ulterior motives in play. *** Anthony Romano gave up on love a very long time ago and swore never to let another woman in. Then in comes this one woman he calls ‘wife’, breaking down walls he spent years building. But he’s not about to let some flimsy feelings get in the way of his one need.

I put a pillow on top of my cr*tch to hide my arousal. When she walks back, she grabs the pillow from me and flings it to heaven knows where. All I can do is stare in awe as she sits on my lap, straddling me. Her skirt rides up so much that her bare ass is on full display. My possessiveness instantly flares up. "Where's your underwear?" She lets out a giggle again and leans back. With one of her hands on my neck for support, she raises the front of her skirt a bit to show me the black material covering her pu**y. I close my eyes and take a painful breath at that image. "You shouldn't be out late at night. Something could go wrong." I mutter in her ear when she leans back in, which earns me another giggle. She smells so damn good. "But you're never home, and it gets lonely sometimes." Her body is still slightly moving to the song whilst on my lap. It's so fucking hard to concentrate. ___ Lucia I'm thrown into a world of chaos when I hear that my family is part of the Italian mafia. No, scratch that - my family is the Italian mafia - and as tradition states, I'll be getting married to the bratva head. My world is in shambles when I see how cold and ruthless my husband is. Despite how handsome and attractive he is, I give myself one assignment; stay as far away from him as possible. But as neither my body nor my heart gets the message, I have to think of a way to conceal my emotions from him. Ivan My life's purpose has always been to take over from my father as the head of the bratva. That's practically what I was born for; to kill and destroy. But for that to happen, I must get married, which isn't a problem since an arranged marriage to the Italian mafia princess has long been formed for us. What becomes a problem is the strange feelings that begin to steer within me the moment I'm married to my wife. Now I have another purpose added to the list; kill, destroy, and love.