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BOOK ONE OF THE MAFIA MEN SERIES *** And the sweetest little angel couldn't keep her eyes off the devil. *** The strong, powerful, and ruthless Nikolai Costello ruled over the kingdom of the dark world he was born into, what he wasn’t supposed to do is to fall in love with someone so different from his world while he was betrothed to someone else. He was never supposed to fall in love with someone as sweet and innocent as Evangeline Bolton. Evangeline Bolton has spent her entire life in a single room locked away from the world. Her world was filled with books and movies as it was her window to the outside world. From a very young age, she was told that the world out there was filled with big bad wolves who were ready to tear her apart if she walked out. But what happens when one day, Evangeline's parents get brutally murdered leaving her alone at the mercy of Nikolai “The Devil” Costello, the most feared man in the entire country?

He runs the largest crime organization in the southwest. His entire world should burn to ash. Why is she attracted to a man she should hate? When someone tries to kill her, there's only one person she can turn to and he's the last man she expects to save her.

She was the perfect wife—until he made her the perfect villain. Betrayed by the man she once loved, stripped of her dignity, and cast aside for another woman, Rebecca Belmont walks away from her ruined marriage with nothing—except a burning desire for vengeance. But when she uncovers a shocking secret about her son, the game changes. With the ruthless Kendrick Rayes by her side, Rebecca will take back everything that was stolen from her. And this time, she won’t just destroy Felix Sterling—she’ll make him beg.

My fiancé, Luca, dragged me along to a party with his crew. We had barely walked through the door before his boys were hounding him to play "Seven Minutes in Heaven." "Angelina, babe, come join us!" Fiona, Luca’s "best friend" from back home, called out to me with a smirk. I shook my head and slipped onto a barstool, my fingers nervously tracing the rim of my glass. I watched them huddle in a circle, drawing cigar bands with names scribbled on them. Luca drew Fiona. They shared a laugh before disappearing into the storage room behind the bar. "Seven minutes! Starting... now!" someone hollered, followed by a chorus of whistles. But seven minutes came and went. The door stayed shut. Ten minutes. Fifteen. Twenty... I finally stood up, my heart hammering against my ribs, ready to see what was going on. Just then, I heard Luca’s friends whispering in a thick Sicilian dialect. "This American guy... her head is greener than a lemon tree in Palermo and she doesn’t even know it." "I bet Luca and Fiona are having the time of their lives in there right now." "Poor Boston girl. Look at her, sitting there like a loyal little dog. Hilarious." I froze. My blood turned to ice, and the air felt too thin to breathe. Suddenly, the storage room door creaked open. Luca walked out, wiping sweat from his brow, followed closely by Fiona, who was busy smoothing out her rumpled shirt. "Whoa, how was it? Seven minutes in heaven live up to the hype?" someone teased. Luca smirked, his eyes glazed with satisfaction. "Better. I didn't want to leave."

The darkness in his eyes, the dangerous smell of in his breath, and his deathly grip keeping me bound to him made my heart pound in my chest and my body quiver beneath him. Shamefully, it wasn't anything that I wasn't used to, because…the things I let him do to me? When he was frustrated, annoyed, and angry at the world, I was here to be his pound of flesh. In return, he masked the void of my loneliness because for months, that was the transaction of our relationship. He'd pin me to the wall, bend me over the counter, pull my hair, slap me, choke me, and I enjoyed every second of it because in that moment, it finally felt good to be powerless. Irony is a funny thing. I enjoyed being in pain because it made me forget how much I was hurting. *** "I warned you, doll." His voice strikes a string of chills down the base of my spine, a reminder that all of the time in the world could pass, and he's still not letting go. This is where the good girl in me dies. "You're mine now," he whispers. *** My name is Mercy—Mercy Carter. I went to college. Got myself a useless Bachelor of Science in Mathematics degree. His name is Marcel—Marcello Saldívar. However, at the time, I didn't know that he, the heir to the Saldívar Mafia empire, was the man that I had blindly offered myself to. As smart as I am, I was stupid all the times when it actually mattered. After all, he did warn me he was dangerous. I just didn't think he could be much worse than my thug brother. I was vulnerable—naive. I belong to him. My name is Mercy, and I am the Mafia's Mercy.

Lilith's parents taught her that everyone deserved a second chance, including the devil. But her parents are dead, along side her baby brother, and Lilith doesn't believe that the man responsible is even worth the consideration of second chance. Lilith Hayes and Javier Escobar were childhood best friends and each other's first love. But they got separated at sixteen when Javier's father had a business breakthrough and he had to move to Mexico. Before he left, Lilith and Javier promised to find each other when they got older to continue their love story, but that's just what it was. A silly teenage promise. Because nine years later, when they find each other, they're both on the opposite, yet same sides of the world. Lilith is an undercover FBI agent, sent to infilterate one of the most powerful mafia houses in Mexico–Los Muertos, and to gather dirt on the Head of House. And Javier? He's the Head of Los Muertos. When Lilith infilterates his world under the false name of Dakota Alister, she discovers three things. One: Javier is no longer the chubby nerd she was in love with. He's grown into a sexy ruthless devil who believes that love is just another form of weakness. Two: He still owned every inch of her body and heart, now even more so when he's a hardened criminal with the looks of a god. And even though she hates him to death for killing her family, her Judas of a body still responds to him. Three: The underworld is a game of survival and if she wants to kill him, she has to survive first.