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This is a three-novel set of the Moretti Famiglia. 1. Fire Me! 2. Blackwood Inc 3.The Black Sheep

Sawyer is an ordinary girl trying to get through school the best she can despite being bullied she needs to finish high school. She self harms, but can that final end when a dark haired, blue eyed tanned guy named Cristiano Caprioli saves her and offers her safety but in one condition she has to become part of his gang, little does she know who he is and want he is until she runs and straight into his main enemy Rocco Costello who agrees to train her to gain revenge on those who have hurt and humiliated her in the past what neither of them expect was to fall in love. Will Christiano get Sawyer back or will she take her revenge and stay with Rocco?

This is series 2 of 3 series if includes: Jaded Love,The Nerds Obssession, Her Dom, His Dominatrix, XL (Xtra Large) and Reece Jaded Love Jacob has finally arrived home after five years of pure hell from his husband Cerian Mitchell. He's torn both physically end emotionally. He never would've got involved with the most feared Irish mafia Don if it wasn't in the name of work. Now he's left his old life behind his work with the FBI, Married life with the devil and starting a new with his best friend Scarlet. Now working for Dominic and Benji he feels ten times later, yet he still has so far to go after his time with Cerian Mitchell not only does he have to build his body back up but his mind and spirit too. The nightmares are driving him insane can he ever be who he once was the Jacob everyone knew growing up? Rory Townsend. A multi-billionaire who owns his own franchise. Who indulges in kink extremely into BDSM. Wants to show Jacob that not all BDSM is pain and torture, but pleasure too. He's been head over heels for Jacob since their encounter six years ago and has been searching for him ever since. Now he's in Australia and so is Jacob he wants Jacob, but Jacob is hesitant to get into another relationship with another guy after Cerian and the constant nightmares he's been getting ever since he's been in Australia. Rory is the most patient guy he can be around hopefully he can break down Jacobs walls so he will trust him and fall in love with him, as he loves him?

This is a mafia dark romance book. There are four novels altogether. Debt To The Mafia Married To The Mafia On The Run From The Mafia

Justin and Mackenzie stood outside the house, they looked at each other, as Mackenzie poured the petrol both around the house and inside. Sandman lit the match and dropped it to the ground . The flames blazing high a red and Orange colour, the fire made its way around the house with their parents inside, it flamed the inside of the house engulfing the entire house as the screams could be heard from the outside as they stood watching the house burn in a loud bang. kaboom! The house went up in flames. Their eyes illuminating in the burning air, flames reflecting in the coldness their evil eyes. ‘Come on let’s get out of here.’ they both turned walking away as the fire continued to illuminate the night sky. The sound of the fire engines passed them. ‘This is a new beginning bro.’ They turned the corner into the darkness.

Five years to the day when Mark was taken by the police, Joe returns To free him from. The prison he’s been living in with one mission alone to get her souls for the devil twisting a few arms along the way to get another set of students to join an archeological dig on Ghostly Hill, but who will live to tell the tale?

Lowerstoft High year eleven history group that get invited on an archaeological dig with ten archaeologists from L.A. to discover a five mile radios site of Ghostly Hill. Joe and his friends are filled with excitement about the trio to Ghostly Hill. Joe is a very enthusiastic sixteen year old dark haired dark eyed boy who enjoys anything to do with old skeletons and finding out where they originated and how far back they date, his best friend Mark who also is interested in digging up everything to find hidden mysteries, the friends decide to pair on this epic journey. The first few days of the archaeological dig are slow, until they come upon an abandoned police station where they later return after dark to do a little excavation of their own finding a tattered sheepskin book with a eye on the front and vampire teeth for a clasp. The friend’s take it back to Joe's tent to discover what it hides with deep consequences.

A light lit up the bottom of the grave yard she’d finally reached what she’d been following. A single coffin stood underneath it. Louise walked cautiously over to it. She stood over the coffin, why was it there standing on its own with no other coffin besides it? She struggled, pushing off the lid. A corpse laid there she curiously lowered her hand into the open coffin the frail bony hand grabbed hers. She looked at the corpse screaming silently. Its eyes as dark as death itself. She stared at the corpse as it pulled with him as she struggled to break free from its grip.

Zeke is struggling though his high school years form being bullied by his peers for having two fathers the only friends he has are his brother Nathaniel and his cousin Hunt. But they can’t always be there for him he is struggling with his sexuality and the bullying form his peers that sends him into destructive mode with pure resentment in his mind cause by his bullies something is about to snap within him.

Jordan Carter is Caleb and Avery’s eldest child now sixteen and heading to college he vows to seek revenge on those who have bullied and belittled his little sister Tegan. She begs him not to do anything rash but Jordan being Jordan he takes it to the next level and ends up being part of the underground fighting chain to get his revenge. He meets Riley at college against all odds he finds out that her brother is the one who has been bullying his younger sister now he has his revenge plan all set he puts it into action but will he succeed on taking in Jonah Connors down?

He ruined my life He told me he loved me He told me he would wait for me He cheated on me. That’s what you get for believing the bad boy That’s what you get for knowing Ashton Barraman Courtney Mendez was always a A + student until she decided to show the whole world who she really was, this caused a lot of people to look at her differently. But for one person she made mad and wanted nothing more to make her suffer her brothers’ best friend; Ashton”Asher” Barraman. True to his word he did just that, he made sure she got expelled for something she didn’t do. One year have passed and Courtney is back and ready for anything he throws at her cause she knows she has friends and a loyal boyfriend Bentley Jovanni, but is this guy all he seems? will Asher unmask the guy she beleived all this time to be on her side. This isn’t a typical love story cliche this is about two teenagers fighting for their right to be who they truly are join the journey of Courtney and Ashton’s life. You’ll be pleasantly surprised.

This is five novel book which includes: My bad boy brother Avery Jordan Carter Family ties (the bad boys house 1 & 2) Family Ties Pt 2 (Zeke and Hunt, Anakin and Zack, Jacob and Jade)

Hope and her mother move in with the Kinglsey's after her mother's divorce. She hopes that in time her new family will accept her. She is quiet and timid all the qualities that Joshua hates he takes an instant disliking to her and makes a plan to make her life hell. Caleb is his best friend, once he sees Hope he is infatuated with her and plans on spending more time with her than his best friend which makes Joshua hate her even more , can Caleb save her from her stepbrother's anger?

Autumn is no ordinary fifteen year old girl she has secrets so deep she is afraid to share them with anyone can Mathew Harding a university graduate in physiology over come her fears and talk about hers secrets to come out of the dark. The hard headed red haired goth girl stirs the male popularity in new school including Connor Harborne and Daniel Harrison who come very attached to her and past but they are hiding a deep dark secret of their own. Will all be revealed y the end of year eleven or will their be still secrets held tightly to these three friends.

On my wedding day, my father sold me to the Chicago Outfit to pay his debts. I was supposed to marry Alex Moreno, the heir to the city's most powerful crime family. But he couldn't even be bothered to show up. As I stood alone at the altar, humiliated, my best friend delivered the final blow. Alex hadn't just stood me up; he had run off to California with his mistress. The whispers in the cathedral turned me into a joke. I was damaged goods, the rejected bride. His family knew the whole time and let me take the public fall, offering me his cousins as pathetic replacements-a brute who hated me or a coward who couldn't protect me. The humiliation burned away my fear, leaving only cold rage. My life was already over, so I decided to set the whole game on fire myself. The marriage pact only said a Carlson had to marry a Moreno; it never said which one. With nothing left to lose, I looked past the pathetic boys they offered. I chose the one man they never expected. I chose his father, the Don himself.

I was three days away from marrying the Underboss of the Fazio crime family when I unlocked his burner phone. The screen glowed toxic bright in the dark next to my sleeping fiancé. A message from a contact saved as 'Little Trouble' read: "She is just a statue, Dante. Come back to bed." Attached was a photo of a woman lying in the sheets of his private office, wearing his shirt. My heart didn't break; it simply stopped. For eight years, I believed Dante was the hero who pulled me from a burning opera house. I played the perfect, loyal Mafia Princess for him. But heroes don't give their mistresses rare pink diamonds while giving their fiancées cubic zirconia replicas. He didn't just cheat. He humiliated me. He defended his mistress over his own soldiers in public. He even abandoned me on the side of the road on my birthday because she faked a pregnancy emergency. He thought I was weak. He thought I would accept the fake ring and the disrespect because I was just a political pawn. He was wrong. I didn't cry. Tears are for women who have options. I had a strategy. I walked into the bathroom and dialed a number I hadn't dared to call in a decade. "Speak," a voice like gravel growled on the other end. Lorenzo Moretti. The Capo of the rival family. The man my father called the Devil. "The wedding is off," I whispered, staring at my reflection. "I want an alliance with you, Enzo. And I want the Fazio family burned to the ground."

My marriage to Joshua Caldwell was a prison sentence. I was a Hartman trophy, sold to the powerful family who had destroyed mine. Then I discovered he was cheating. His mistress was pregnant with the child he denied me, and he was stealing my secret song lyrics to build her career. When I confronted him, he called me a spineless liability and threatened to destroy what was left of my family. To make matters worse, a one-night stand with a stranger turned out to be with my husband's brother, Anthony Caldwell-the Don of the city. He knew all of Joshua's secrets and used them to trap me in a twisted game, seeing me as nothing more than an asset. They both thought I was a broken doll they could control. I wrote a song for his mistress, a beautiful execution with a single, impossible note I knew would destroy her voice. She sang it, and now her career is over. Now the Don has summoned me to Chicago, not knowing the woman he thinks is his asset is the one who just burned his brother's world to the ground.

Heidi gripped the sterile hospital bedsheets as violent contractions ripped her body apart. The heavy door opened, but it wasn't the doctor. It was Brigette, wearing the exact custom wedding dress Heidi had spent six months designing for herself. Brigette held up her phone on speaker. When the doctor warned that a natural delivery would kill the mother, Christian Page's voice echoed through the room, ice-cold and devoid of any warmth. "Prioritize the Page heirs. Let her die." The man she loved had just signed her death warrant over the phone. Brigette stole her newborn twins, dragged her to an abandoned warehouse, and poured gasoline over her bare legs. Flicking a lit cigar into the puddle, Brigette left Heidi tied to an iron pillar to burn alive. But as the flames formed a deadly circle around her, Heidi's body convulsed with a terrifying truth. In the heart of the blazing inferno, she miraculously gave birth to two more babies she didn't know she was carrying. Using her own back as a human shield against the falling embers, she survived the fire, but the ultimate betrayal burned deeper than her ruined skin. Four years later, Heidi returned to New York with a reconstructed face, two brilliant children, and a terrifying new identity as the world's top underground surgeon. When Christian, entirely unaware of who she was, signed a waiver begging her to save his dying grandfather's life, Heidi looked into his desperate eyes with absolute, clinical boredom. "The game starts now," she said coldly.

The moment I saw my husband massaging his dead brother's pregnant mistress's feet, I knew my marriage was over. He moved her into our home under the guise of "family duty," forcing me to watch as he prioritized her comfort over our vows. The final betrayal came when she stole and deliberately broke my mother's priceless necklace. When I slapped her for the desecration, my husband struck me across the face to defend her. He had violated a sacred honor code by putting his hands on the daughter of another Don-an act of war. I looked him in the eye and swore on my mother's grave that I would bring a bloody revenge upon his entire family. Then I made one phone call to my father, and the demolition of his empire began.

I am the wife of Dante Moretti, a powerful Mafia Underboss. But in secret, I am "Spettro," the phantom architect who built his entire encrypted bootlegging empire. On my birthday, I came home to find him gifting our five-year-old daughter the exact plush toy he had violently slapped out of my hands months ago. Only this time, he was giving it to his mistress, Adriana, to present as her own. "Auntie Adriana is a million times better than Mommy." My daughter's innocent words pierced my heart, while Dante coldly dismissed my presence, treating me like an unwelcome stranger interrupting their perfect family. He mocked my mothering, allowed his mistress to sever my desperate phone calls with my child, and weaponized his power to break our daughter's spirit just to spite me. He sneered that my only purpose was to stay quiet, absolutely certain I would crawl back the second my allowance ran dry. He thought I was just a weak, submissive wife who had lost everything. He didn't realize that the empire he arrogantly ruled was entirely built on my stolen brilliance. I left my diamond ring on the table, violently slashed our ancient blood oath in half, and walked out of his gilded cage forever. Sitting in a cold warehouse, I placed my hands on my telegraph machine and initiated the Ghost Protocol to permanently paralyze his entire criminal network. The era of playing the dutiful wife was over. I am Donna Falcone, and the vendetta has just begun.

The Maybach glided through rain, Dante's cold cedar cologne a familiar comfort. Seven years, my life revolved around him, my fingers on his suit cuff, a silent promise. But tonight, our normal shattered with a single phone call. He answered, speaking rapid Italian – a language he thought I didn't understand. Every word: a death knell. Confirming his engagement to Sofia Moretti, dismissing me as a 'consolation prize.' Seven years of loyalty vanished. His loving mask back, he left for his fiancée. I stumbled into freezing rain, recalling my foster past. My numb fingers dialed his mother, Isabella, demanding fifty million for my silence. Her insults didn't sting. The true gut punch: Sofia's Instagram, a prenup on Dante's desk, proudly showing *my* watch, captioned: 'Fourteen days left.' This wasn't their celebration; it was my death sentence. I wouldn't stay another day in this gilded cage. My old duffel bag, packed, waited. The Australia brochure, a childhood dream, in my pocket. This time, I would live for myself, and they would all pay.

I watched my husband, the most feared Capo in New York, sign away our marriage with the same cold indifference he usually reserved for ordering a hit. The nib of his Montblanc pen scratched against the paper, drowning out the rain hitting the coffee shop window. He didn't bother to read a single word. He thought he was signing routine shipping manifests for the family business. In reality, he was signing the "Dissolution of Union" papers I had hidden beneath the cover sheet. He was too distracted to check. His eyes were glued to his encrypted phone, frantically texting Sofia—the widow, the tragic beauty, the woman who had haunted our marriage for three years. "Done," he grunted, tossing the stack into his armored SUV without even glancing at me. "Business is concluded, Elena. We leave." Moments later, his phone rang with her special emergency tone. His demeanor shifted from cold boss to frantic protector instantly. "Driver, divert. She needs me," he roared. He looked at me with zero affection and ordered, "Get out, Elena. Luca will take you home." He kicked me out of the car into the pouring rain to rush to his mistress, completely unaware he had just legally granted me my freedom. I stood on the curb, shivering but smiling for the first time in years. By the time the Don realizes he just signed his own divorce, I will be a ghost in San Francisco. And he will have nothing left but his shipping logs and his regret.

For seven years, I was the architect of my fiancé's criminal empire and the strategist behind his every move. I was Dante Gallo’s unofficial Consigliere, his partner in everything but name. Tomorrow, I was finally supposed to marry him and take my place as the queen to his throne. But on the eve of our wedding, a single text message sent by mistake detonated my life. It was a photo from Dante, showing a platinum wedding band on his hand. The message read: “Married this morning. She’s safe now.” My gaze fell to the engagement ring on my own finger. It was the identical band, just smaller. The engraved initials ‘D.I.’ didn’t stand for Dante and I. They stood for Dante and Isabella—his childhood sweetheart. My entire relationship was a lie; I was just a shield to protect his one true love. He dismissed my discovery as a "tantrum." Then, his new bride began taunting me, sending a picture of them tangled in bedsheets with the caption: "Loser." They expected me to break. They thought I would shatter. They were about to find out just how wrong they were. I forwarded the picture to Isabella’s fiancé, a man far more dangerous than Dante. "Your fiancée is in Suite 8808 at the Grand Hyatt," I told him. "I'll meet you downstairs. We're going to crash their party."

For five years, I lived a beautiful lie. I was Aliana Hughes, the cherished wife of the city's most feared Mafia Capo and the beloved daughter of the Don. I believed my arranged marriage had blossomed into love. On my birthday, my husband promised me the amusement park. Instead, I found him there with his other family, celebrating the fifth birthday of the son I never knew he had. I overheard their plan. My husband called me a "naive fool," a placeholder to legitimize his secret son. The ultimate betrayal wasn't his affair, but the sight of my own father's car parked across the street. My family wasn't just aware; they were the architects of my ruin. Back home, I found the proof: a secret photo album of my husband's other family posing with my parents, and records showing my father had bankrolled the entire deception. They had even drugged me on weekends so he could play happy family. The grief didn't break me. It turned into something cold and sharp. I was a ghost in a life that was never mine, and a ghost has nothing to lose. I copied every damning file onto a USB drive. As they celebrated their perfect day, I sent a courier with my parting gift: a recording of their treachery. While their world burned, I walked toward the airport, ready to erase myself and start over.