Nikki

A brutal love. A family legacy. A woman caught between two Ravazzani He was my fiancé’s father. Now he’s my obsession. My life was supposed to be my own. Dance. Freedom. No more mafia ties. But when my father trades me like a pawn to pay his debts, I’m forced into an arranged marriage with a man I’ve never met. Only… it’s not the son who comes for me. It’s Santino Ravazzani—his father. Powerful. Brutal. Twice my age. He doesn’t ask. He takes. And he says I’m his now. He’s the underworld king of Italy. I’m the ballerina trapped in his golden cage. He says it’s about duty. I know it’s about desire. He wants to break me. I want to hate him. But the fire between us? It’s uncontrollable. And once I give in… I might never get out. The story ends on a breathtaking cliffhanger that sets the stage for Mafia Don Claims Me—where the real war begins. “Fiancé’s Father Takes Me” is the first book in a dark, sensual, and emotionally twisted series following a ballerina forced into a brutal marriage with her fiancé’s powerful mafia father. Across five books, you’ll uncover family secrets, forbidden passion, deadly loyalties, and a love that refuses to die. 📚 The Dons of Italy Series— Reading Order: 1. Fiancé’s Father Takes Me – An MF book 2. Mafia Don Claims Me – An MF book 3. Mafia Ring, Mafia Threat – An MF book 4. My Mafia Target Is Gay – An MM book 4.5 Owned By Gay Mafia (Bonus) –An MM book 5. Santino's Final Claim – An MF book

Part 2 of 5 -- THIS BOOK IS NOT A STANDALONE! READ BOOK ONE FOR A BETTER CONNECTION! SANTINO I will start a million wars just to get her back. In my world, loyalty is everything. I shouldn't have let her get close. I shouldn't have let her get under my skin. I was betrayed, manipulated, I let her get under my skin like that especially when I have an empire to run. But she's mine. No one's taking her from me. I'll spill his blood because nothing is going to stand in the way of me getting her back. Añastasia is mine and mine alone. FRANCESCA I hate myself. How could I be this foolish to fall in love with a man as dangerous as this, I couldn't love without him… . Until he accused me of being a traitor and without thinking twice. He sent me away. Caged and lonely. The storm came. His rivals kidnapped me and now Santino thinks he can just watlz in like a superhero and have me crawling back to him. No! Not this time. I'm done. This time, I'm going to be the queen who makes a man bow and break. MAFIA DON CLAIMS is the second part of the Dons of Italy, NOT a standalone. If you like feisty heroines, heroes who are a little bit cruel and a lot filthy, and plenty of heat, then welcome to this twisted world. Don't say you weren't warned!

"I'm an ordinary waiter, but I can see people's fate, including Shifters. Like all children, I was tested for magic when I was only a few days old. Since my specific bloodline is unknown and my magic is unidentifiable, I was marked with a delicate swirling pattern around my upper right arm. I do have magic, just as the tests showed, but it has never lined up with any known Magic species. I can't breathe fire like a dragon Shifter, or hex people who piss me off like Witches. I can't make potions like an Alchemist or seduce people like a Succubus. Now I don't mean to be unappreciative of the power I do have, it's interesting and all, but it just really doesn't pack much of a punch and most of the time it is just pretty much useless. My special magical skill is the ability to see threads of fate. Most of life is annoying enough for me, and what never occurred to me is that my mate is a rude, pompous nuisance. He's an Alpha and my friend's twin brother. --------------------------------------- “What are you doing? This is my home, you can't just let yourself in!” I try and keep my voice firm but when he turns and fixes me with his golden eyes I shrink back. The look he gives me is imperious and I automatically drop my eyes to the floor as is my habit. Then I force myself to look back up again. He doesn't notice me looking up because he's already looked away from me. He's being rude, I refuse to show that he's scaring me, even though he most definitely is. He glances around and after realising that the only place to sit is the little table with its two chairs he points to it. “Sit.” he orders. I glare at him. Who is he to order me around like this? How can someone this obnoxious possibly be my soul mate? Maybe I'm still asleep. I pinch my arm and my eyes water a little from the sting of pain."