The Mob Boss's Revenge
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Introduction
"Wear the dress, Fremantle."
"You can't be the only one to enjoy my nude body, Mr. Castile. I'm generous, so I think everyone should get a share." I said and then walked out of his office.
He didn't stop me.
But five steps later, I heard his voice over the house speaker.
"All security exit the third floor immediately."
**
Fremantle had never met anyone like him before. He was the direct opposite of her, the type of men her mother warned her about. But how could she stay away from a man who made her panties wet on the first day? She really should've listened to her mother..
Eron never imagined someone like her existed. He wanted her as his, but he also had a feud to take care of against her family. Which would dominate in the end? Love or Vendetta?
Chapter 1
FREMA:
Turning the sign of the restaurant to closed, I couldn't help but sigh in relief.
"Let's go, Riley, I could really use some sleep right now." I said, rubbing my forehead as I felt a headache kicking in.
"You're such a fucking sloth sometimes," Riley grunted, and I ignored her, heading for my BMW.
Feeling tired, I tossed the key to my best friend, flashing her an apologetic smile as she glared at me. Soon enough, she got to her house and I had to drive my lazy butt home.
"I don't get you sometimes, bitch," Riley started and I raised a brow. "Your dad owns a fucking company earning over millions in one fucking month, and your mom runs half of their parents' company. How the hell are you working?" She asked for probably the hundredth time and I groaned.
"Can we talk about this tomorrow? I need sleep like a baby needs her lollipop." I said, opening the door and signalling her to get out. She rolled her eyes at me and got out anyway, swaying her thin hips just too spite me.
I chuckled softly at her childishness and turned on the engine, waving at her twelve-year-old brother before driving away.
My name is Fremantle Michaelson. My parents are rich asses that should be able to foot any bill, if I asked. But being the independent 19 year old I was, I rarely asked. Instead I got a job to take care of some bills. Besides, I liked making my own money. I don't have to explain to myself what it's for. It's quite refreshing to be independent, kinda.
This is the very beginning of my story.
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"Arsen, you shouldn't be here!" I scream-whispered, feeling angry that he had to come to where I work with his stupid friends!
"Come on, baby sis, you know I just want to check up on you." He said, flashing one of his many cheeky grins. I rolled my eyes and stormed over to the table I was supposed to serve, not bothering to look at their faces as I spoke,
"Welcome to Kimmy Palace," I started, tapping my feet lightly against the ground-- a habit that I showed whenever I was pissed. "Can I take your orders?" I asked, finally lifting my head to look at them.
"I'd have loved to have you, but my stomach would most likely prefer some food. I'll have some steak and chips." The blue-eyed man, probably in his early twenties said to me. I mentally rolled my eyes and wrote down on my writing pad, shifting my gaze to the next man and freezing immediately.
"I'll have coffee. Black." His deep voice came and I felt myself turn crimson red just by the sound of his voice. I haven't even seen his face, since he had all his attention on the cellphone he was using, but I had no doubt that it would be richly glorious.
Nodding, I turned away, walking over to the table.
"One black coffee, and steak and chips." I said all at once and Riley raised a brow.
"What happened to you girl? Who did you serve?" She asked and I glared at her.
"You're so awfully nosey, Riley." I said, sighing. She grinned widely.
"What are best friends for?" She said, wiggling her eyebrows and I flushed a light red.
"I'm not talking about it, Riley. Now get me the freaking orders." I said and she pouted, handing me the orders. I took them from her and walked over to their table again.
"Your orders, Sir.." I trailed off and blue eyes spoke,
"Call me Liam, and my friend here is Eron." He nudged Eron harshly and he looked-- glared at him, before turning to me and my eyes widened as I lowered my head, cursing myself for being so easily flushed.
"My eyes are up here, Princesa." His voice came and I bit my bottom lip shyly, looking up.
"I- You- Do you need anything else, Sir?" I asked, mentally face palming myself.
He just glared. Whatever, he was so beautiful. All those hair scattered on his face made me want to lean in and touch it so bad. I bit harder at my lip to stop another blush from forming. I had acted stupid enough already. He looked really tired, as well. Must be working really hard.
"Nothing else, for now." He said and I nodded, practically running away from them.
I saw Arsen raise a brow at me but I didn't care. He was here for Riley anyway. I turned to Riley and just as I suspected, she was staring directly at my brother, grinning like a lovestruck puppy.
"That's disgusting, Riley. You two look like you're about to eat each other." I snapped, turning to glare at my idiot big brother.
"Oh we are, alright." She said and I caught the double meaning rather too quickly, my cheeks flaring up instantly. And I hated that so much, how I blushed at every single thing.
"Shut up, dummy." I said, pretending to glare at her. She chuckled.
"You're such a bloody prude, Frema! God, you can't even cuss and you're fucking 19." Riley said, now laughing.
"Who says I can't cuss?" I asked, folding my hands against each other.
"Well can you?" She taunted and I rolled my eyes.
"Whatever." Well I couldn't, but I wasn't ever going to admit the obvious to my bestie. Nah. Nah-uh. Nope.
Suddenly, Riley gasped.
"Oh my God, you hoe!" She directed at me, her eyes widening comedically. I raised a brow.
"I didn't.. do anything?" I asked, confused.
"Uh, yes you did! You were totally checking out Mr firecracker!"
"Mr.. shh, could you bring down your voice? I bet he's looking over here right now."
"Looking for what, though? He won't want us, think we're too waitress-y to be with them.."
Riley peeked over.
"Okay, nah. They aren't looking at us but still! He's so beautiful, damn."
"I know. He looks like a really quiet person, I don't think I stand a chance with him."
The men stood up at that point, grabbed their briefcases and strolled out.
Damn, even their walk was beautiful.
"Off to clear the tables.." I told Riley as I headed towards their table.
Two shocks awaited me for the night. A shitload of money for my tip and a scrawny handwriting with a phone number on it.
Liam.
Whoa. Could've been better if I got Eron's number but I'm not going to call either anyways, I thought as I folded the paper into my breast pocket. Just for probable future purposes.
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“I hope she'd paid you well, because I'm going to fuck you all night long, hard,” he growled. “Sleep, then do it all over again. I want to feel you come for me, Andrea, want to feel you squeeze my cock, milking me.
Begging for me to give you the high only I can, I'm going to fucked you until I fuck all my wife's money's worth, I want you to remember how hard I took you while you're meeting her.” I sobbed, moaned, and tried to scramble out under him.
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Andrea was sent to take down billionaire magnate Nicklaus Montgomery.
Her mission was simple: get close, seduce him, find the proof, and disappear. Instead Andrea finds herself exposed—cornered into signing a contract that binds her to Nicklaus's side as his lover. Now she’s living in his world of wealth, danger, and secrets… and the deeper she falls into his bed, the harder it becomes to remember what side she's on.
Accardi
“I thought you said you were done chasing me?” Gen mocked.
“I am done chasing you.”
Before she could formulate a witty remark, Matteo threw her down. She landed hard on her back atop his dining room table. She tried to sit up when she noticed what he was doing. His hands were working on his belt. It came free of his pants with a violent yank. She collapsed back on her elbows, her mouth gaping open at the display. His face was a mask of sheer determination, his eyes were a dark gold swimming with heat and desire. His hands wrapped around her thighs and pulled her to the edge of the table. He glided his fingers up her thighs and hooked several around the inside of her panties. His knuckles brushed her dripping sex.
“You’re soaking wet, Genevieve. Tell me, was it me that made you this way or him?” his voice told her to be careful with her answer. His knuckles slid down through her folds and she threw her head back as she moaned. “Weakness?”
“You…” she breathed.
Genevieve loses a bet she can’t afford to pay. In a compromise, she agrees to convince any man her opponent chooses to go home with her that night. What she doesn’t realize when her sister’s friend points out the brooding man sitting alone at the bar, is that man won’t be okay with just one night with her. No, Matteo Accardi, Don of one of the largest gangs in New York City doesn’t do one night stands. Not with her anyway.
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As a dangerous attraction simmers between Lyla and Rowan, they begin to unravel a dark web of secrets that implicates Kaiden and threatens both their worlds.
With her hidden power awakening, Lyla must navigate treacherous loyalties, face the alpha who shattered her, and decide: Will she follow the destiny fate forced upon her, or claim the love and strength she has chosen for herself?
To protect what’s mine
The Hunter and The Hunted
Mihai’s hand slowly slides up my stomach, his fingers wrapping around my neck as he cuts of my ability to breathe, black spots clouding my vision, and yet, I am not afraid. I want more. I want everything that he can give to me.
He slowly inserts a third finger, the intense fullness that I feel teetering me over the edge of a cliff I cannot even see, and then he sucks and pulls at my clit. Sparks erupt throughout my body, the orgasm shaking my soul, and destroying what was left of my resistance.
She was the Daughter of a Hunter, he was one of the creatures that her family had sworn to destroy, what could possibly go wrong?
When their worlds collide, who will be left standing, will it be the hunter or the hunted, and which is which?
In Bed With My Ex's Brother-in-Law
On the day her ex, Mark, married the wealthy socialite Bella, Elena was thrown out with nothing but the clothes on her back—humiliated, broken, and utterly alone.
Until Eric Thompson appeared.
Bella’s older brother. Mark’s powerful brother-in-law. And the most feared Alpha in the city.
He offered her a hand when no one else would. Then, he offered her a deal:
A marriage in name only. A shield against her past. A chance to rebuild.
Elena accepted, expecting a cold arrangement between strangers. But behind closed doors, Eric’s carefully guarded control unraveled—and so did hers. Their chemistry was explosive, their nights intense, and the lines between business and pleasure blurred beyond recognition.
He was the one man she could never have… and the only one she couldn’t resist.
But when Mark realizes what he truly lost, and Bella discovers the secret behind her brother’s bride, Elena must decide:
Is this just a contract?
Or is this the love she was always meant to fight for?
The Heir of Flame and Fang
Please note: this story contains strong language and mature scenes.
This is the second book in the series, but it can be read as a stand alone.
The first book is The Matchmaker.
Thank you and I hope you enjoy.
Bound by the Dragon Mafia
The head chef looked like he was silently praying for death.
I rushed forward. “Amara. Stop traumatizing these poor people.”
She spun around, delighted. “Sera! Good, you’re here. Taste this. It’s missing despair.”
The chef’s face morphed into existential crisis.
I grabbed her arm. “Put the spatula down.”
“But—”
“Down.”
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He offered her thirty nights to save her life.
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Each night pulls her deeper into his world of power, passion, and danger…
and closer to the monster hiding beneath his perfect skin.
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Falling for my boyfriend's Navy brother
"What is wrong with me?
Why does being near him make my skin feel too tight, like I’m wearing a sweater two sizes too small?
It’s just newness, I tell myself firmly.
He’s my boyfirend’s brother.
This is Tyler’s family.
I’m not going to let one cold stare undo that.
**
As a ballet dancer, My life looks perfect—scholarship, starring role, sweet boyfriend Tyler. Until Tyler shows his true colors and his older brother, Asher, comes home.
Asher is a Navy veteran with battle scars and zero patience. He calls me "princess" like it's an insult. I can't stand him.
When My ankle injury forces her to recover at the family lake house, I‘m stuck with both brothers. What starts as mutual hatred slowly turns into something forbidden.
I'm falling for my boyfriend's brother.
**
I hate girls like her.
Entitled.
Delicate.
And still—
Still.
The image of her standing in the doorway, clutching her cardigan tighter around her narrow shoulders, trying to smile through the awkwardness, won’t leave me.
Neither does the memory of Tyler. Leaving her here without a second thought.
I shouldn’t care.
I don’t care.
It’s not my problem if Tyler’s an idiot.
It’s not my business if some spoiled little princess has to walk home in the dark.
I’m not here to rescue anyone.
Especially not her.
Especially not someone like her.
She’s not my problem.
And I’ll make damn sure she never becomes one.
But when my eyes fell on her lips, I wanted her to be mine.
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"This is your last chance to push me away."
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That forever unattainable golden boy pinned her against the tree trunk, his scalding and aggressive kiss accompanied by a hopeless surrender: "You're going to be my doom ."
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"What?" It was out of my mouth before I could stop it. I did not wait for him to answer me, I walked toward him.
"Dance on my lap."
My head screamed at me to turn around and run. But my whole body responded to his command.
"Yes, Alpha," I pulled my dress over my body, it dropped over my head and fell to the ground behind me. I was left in nothing but my matching bra and thong. My hands covered my chest on reflex.
"Let me see."
My hands dropped to my sides.
I lowered myself into his lap, facing him. His eyes peered into mine, and I could feel his hot breath fan my face. His dick responded to all my moves, hardening against my now-moist vagina. I swallowed hard, allowing my lips to part in a ragged breath. His hands trailed up to my waist.
"No touching."
At the tender age of eleven, JoJo Wyatt was forced to grow up far sooner than she should have. Born to a cruel father and a weak mother, she quickly realized she had to become the breadwinner for herself and her sister. Nothing else mattered to her, not even the hottest men. In fact, she despised them. After one horrific night, she swore never to have any contact with the male species again. That was, until she started working for him as his stripper.
Meanwhile, Alpha Lake Rush, thirty, was the most feared Alpha in the country. Burdened by his own share of life's struggles, he had learned only to be cruel and reckless, rejecting not one but two mates. But what happens when he discovers yet another mate, and she turns out to be his stripper?
