One Night, Now He Wants Me.
"You are getting married, huh?" A shrill voice asked me from behind. "You don't look happy.'
"It's a complicated situati..." He cut me off.
"I can make you happy."
My eyes darted between his lips and eyes, he noticed my indecision and locked his lips with mine.
While battling with betrayal, Iris melts into a mafia's touch without knowing who he is. Now she must bear all the consequences that follow.
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Chapter 2
Chapter 2.
Vince's pov.
She walked in like she owned the place.
My eyes went over her in one glance. 5'6" tall, redhead, perfect makeup, nice curves, but there was a hint of sadness in her eyes.
I could tell because I rarely got any shade of happiness around me.
She sat there drinking quietly and staring into space. For some reason, I could not get my eyes off her and the woman beside me noticed it.
"Vince, I miss you." She said softly. "You should come to Los Angeles more often."
I turned to look at her. "What does LA have?"
"Me."
She reached out for my hand, playing with the tattoo on it. I knew what she wanted, but I did not feel like it today.
"Let me make you relax." She continued. "We can go all night."
"You know you never really satisfy me, Alicia." I smirked, watching her face darken.
"I'll try, I will give it my best shot." She said looking unsure.
I picked up three stashes of dollars and handed it over to her. "Not today, I really am not in the mood."
She knew what would happen if I got upset, she knew me very well.
"Thank you Vince." Alicia said as she stood up, from the VIP lounge I had rented out for just me.
My eyes went back to the redhead, that was hell-bent on drinking herself to death. She must have noticed someone was staring, because she turned around and our eyes met.
She walked up to the VIP lounge and sat directly opposite me and continued drinking. I could perceive the stench of alcohol on her. My men made a move to take her out but I signalled them to let her be.
"You really have some nerve, you know." I said out loud to her, because of the loud music. "Can't you see that this space is reserved?"
"I do not see anyone, apart from the bad man talking to me right now." She said.
"Did you just call me a bad man indirectly?" This night was definitely going to be an exciting one.
"All men are bad!" The drunk woman continued. "You are a man, so automatically that makes you a bad person."
She poured the last drops of Captain Jack liquor into her shot glass and called a waiter to bring one more for her. That was her second bottle for the night, I had been observing her.
"I think you have had enough, you should head back home." I said in a firm tone.
"Why?" She laughed out loud. "Because I'm a woman? Why don't you tell that to your fellow man?"
She pointed at a man who had gotten wasted, at the entrance of the club.
I shook my head. "Why are yo...."
"Shhhh." She hushed me. " You talk too much."
My head was spinning at this point. I could not believe my ears.
"Be my therapist for the night, I'll tell you how I feel. All you have to do is sit there and nod like a good boy."
I touched my pocket, feeling if my gun was still in the right position. She could be a spy from my enemy or a gang eyeing my position. There was no way I would let my guard down.
"Sure, how much do I get paid for that?" I asked, taking a closer look at her facial features.
"$100."
She looked proud and I almost laughed out loud, but one of my men interrupted us.
"Boss." He stopped, but I gestured for him to continue. "There is no need to fly over to Russia, our men handled the situation."
"Does that mean, I have tonight and tomorrow morning free?" I asked him, before focusing my gaze on her.
"Yes boss."
"You can leave." I dismissed him.
"Can we start the therapy session now?"
"Sure." She looked upset. "How do you deal with someone you're engaged to cheating on you?"
"Are you paying me for answers too?"
"Haha! Someone is very greedy!!! Fine, I'll pay."
"Kill them, but do it slowly. If you have the time, you should skin them alive." I told her honestly.
Her eyes lit up, then dimmed when she processed it. "Do you mean that literally?"
"My clients interpret my words in different ways, do whatever works for you."
"What if you've given your all to that person? Will you still skin someone who is with your heart?" She looked sad as she asked.
"I'll take my all back and yes, I'll skin them without thinking twice. I can't forgive a friend who betrays me."
"You are a bad therapist! Can I change your job?" She was pouting after asking that question, making me wonder what was on her mind.
"Pay me first."
"Humphhh!" She passed five hundred dollar bills to me. "Can you make me forget him for the night?"
My eyes twitched, I was certain she did not just ask me to do that.
"What?"
"Make me forget about that bastard that cheated on me, I don't care how you do it."
"We are from two different worlds, I don't think we should be involved in any way." I warned her.
"I can see and feel you." She said, moving closer and running her fingers on my arm. "I'm pretty sure you can see me too, so what world are you talking about?"
She reeked of alcohol but still had a faint scent of lavender on her and the proximity between us was making my cock get hard.
"Are you going to pay me for that too?" I had no idea why I was asking dumb questions.
She smiled, revealing her pearly whites. "You like money way too much."
"The world respects money."
"I'm out of cash but I can get some more in the morning, unless you prefer a transfer...do you?" She asked, lifting her brows.
"No, I'll take cash." This was spontaneous, but life shouldn't be boring. "How do I make you forget him?"
"Fuck me." She barely whispered.
I smiled and pretended not to hear. "What was that?"
"Fuck me, handsome!!" Her voice was slightly raised now.
I thought for a split second. If I left her here in this vulnerable state, someone else would take advantage of her.
I picked up my phone and made a call.
"Make everyone leave, Phil."
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8.9
This is my story of how to lose a mob boss in ten days.
I have a
I've been arranged to marry a monster.
Run away? Good idea. Tried that. Didn't work.
Because in my family, my father makes the rules.
And he says this wedding is happening .
But he still has a soft spot for me, his last remaining daughter.
So he offers me a deal.
Take ten days.
Get to know Sasha.
See if you change your mind.
Yeah, right.
Sasha Ozerov is a beast in Brioni.
He's ruthless, flawless, utterly unconcerned with mortals like me.
All he wants is what our marriage would bring
My family's power and the city in the palm of his hand.
But maybe, if I can make him back out of the deal...
I'll keep my freedom.
So I set out to do everything I can to drive him crazy.
I have ten days to make my husband hate me.
What happens if I start to love him instead?
8.6
I was the untouchable Mafia Queen, but my reign ended in the blood-soaked depths of a damp dungeon.
My half-sister, Kelsey, drove a rusted, sharpened spoon into my chest, screaming about the unfairness of fate.
In my past life, my father sold me to the ruthless Don Dante Blackwell as collateral to pay off his debts.
To survive, I took a black-market fertility drug, birthed his heir, and clawed my way to the throne through sheer ruthlessness.
But in the mafia world, a pregnant woman isn't a queen; she's a walking target.
I survived countless bombings and poisonings, only to be betrayed and slaughtered by my own family.
Until my last breath, I couldn't understand. I had sacrificed everything to secure our survival in the empire. Why did my blood and tears only earn me a rusted spoon to the heart?
Opening my eyes again, I am seventeen, sitting in my father's drawing room.
Two black velvet boxes sit on the mahogany table.
Kelsey greedily snatches the box containing the fertility drug, her eyes gleaming with feverish triumph.
"I'll take this one, Papa."
She thinks she is stealing my golden ticket to the crown, completely unaware that she just chose a death sentence.
I lower my gaze, letting my eyelashes mask the cold, lethal amusement pooling in my eyes as I take the remaining box.
Inside is the detailed psychological profile of the Don's dead fiancée.
This time, I won't be a breeding mare fighting off assassins. I will dissect the devil himself.
7.4
I thought my life was over when my sister died, leaving me to raise her two babies in a world that wanted to swallow us whole. Then I made the mistake of a lifetime: I left a bold, humiliating voicemail for the one man I should have feared most.
Anton Oryolov.
The ruthless king of the Oryolov Bratva. A billionaire monster who rules the city with ice in his veins and blood on his hands.
I expected him to fire me. I expected him to destroy me. Instead, he gave me a choice that felt like a death sentence: sign a contract and become his.
The rules were simple. I belong to him. I live in his shadows. In exchange, he protects the children. But as the doors of his mansion locked behind me, I realized the "forced proximity" wasn't just a business arrangement. It was a cage.
He thinks he can use me as a pawn in his dark mafia games. He thinks the children are just leverage to keep me in line. But he's starting to look at me with a hunger that isn't in the contract, and I'm seeing a man beneath the monster that I never expected to find.
In the Cruel Paradise of the Bratva, loyalty is a lie and love is a weakness. Our deal is signed in ink, but it's going to end in blood.
He owns my signature. He owns my safety. Now, he wants my soul.
9.7
Blurb: She signed the divorce papers. He never signed away his obsession.
Veronica Stanford was the perfect wife-devoted, patient, and hopelessly in love. But when her billionaire husband, Jason Harper, trades her in for her treacherous best friend, Rhea, Veronica's world shatters. Broken and betrayed, she drowns her sorrows in a bar, only to be saved by a dangerously alluring stranger with emerald-green eyes and a lethal reputation: Monte "Four" Zagcanni, the ruthless heir to a mafia empire.
Four is everything Jason isn't-dark, dangerous, and devastatingly protective. When Veronica discovers she's pregnant with Jason's child, she strikes a deal with Four: a fake marriage to shield her from scandal. But what starts as a cold arrangement ignites into a passion neither can resist.
Jason, realizing his mistake too late, wants Veronica back-along with the son he never knew existed. But Four isn't a man who surrenders what's his. And Veronica? She's done being the meek wife.
Betrayal runs deep. Revenge burns hotter.
As secrets unravel-her father's bloody past, Rhea's twisted obsession, and Jason's deadly lies-Veronica must decide: trust the man who destroyed her once, or surrender to the devil who might destroy her forever.
One wants her back. The other wants her forever.
7.4
I was only fifteen when my venomous family orchestrated my doom by forcing me into an arranged marriage with mafia heir Javier Velasquez.
On our wedding night, Javier paraded strippers into our suite to show his absolute contempt, turning me into the ultimate joke of the underworld overnight.
But being a joke was a luxury compared to what came next.
Three years later, Javier needed to be a widower to marry into a heavily armed family and secure their backing for a coup.
He didn't grant me the mercy of a bullet.
Instead, he dragged me to an abandoned underground safehouse, locked me in the damp, rotting dark, and told the world I had been assassinated.
For six months, I starved in that dungeon, surviving only on the desperate hope that my family was safe.
Then, on the day of his lavish new wedding, a cruel maid kicked a plate of spoiled food onto my floor and delivered the final, fatal blow.
"Annabel is dead. Pined away and died of a broken heart two weeks ago."
My gentle mother was dead, all because she actually believed his lie about my tragic murder.
Driven by pure agony and an all-consuming hatred, I shattered crates of smuggled chemical solvents and struck a match, letting the roaring inferno turn their bloody wedding into my funeral pyre.
I thought the fire was the end.
But when I opened my eyes, the suffocating smoke vanished, replaced by the biting chill of a Long Island winter.
I was standing in the snow, back on the exact day my descent into hell began.
This time, the terrified girl was dead, and I would use their own ruthless rules to tear their empire apart.
8.0
For ten years, I played the safe, "wolfless" emotional support animal for my werewolf best friend, Finn, secretly loving him while he chased his toxic ex.
When she got engaged to a rival Alpha, he dragged me across the country to crash the mating ceremony, only to abandon me at the airport.
His terrifying older brother, Alpha Knox, picked me up instead and shattered my world with one sentence: Finn had always known how I felt, and he intentionally weaponized my devotion.
To prove how little I meant to him, Knox orchestrated a cruel test at a seedy Rogue club.
While I sat right next to Finn in a sticky booth, Knox sent over a stripper.
"You don't mind, right, Sloane? It's just a gift," Finn slurred.
Without hesitating, he let the stripper straddle him right in front of me, burying his face in her neck to chase away the pain of his ex.
A decade of my blind loyalty turned to ash in that smoke-filled room.
I hated my defective, wolfless biology, but I hated him more for treating me like a stray dog begging for scraps.
Why did I waste my entire youth protecting a male who didn't even see me as a woman?
Suffocating on shame and fury, I fled to the cramped club bathroom to hide.
*Click.*
The deadbolt slid into place, and the intoxicating scent of a violent thunderstorm and spent gunpowder swallowed me whole.
Alpha Knox Crawford stood against the locked door, his merciless eyes pinning me to the sink.