TwentiesGirl

"I think you enjoyed at least part of your punishment last night, sweetheart."

"No," I whispered, my voice barely audible, my eyes still on his hand, on his fingers as they drew small circles that made my toes curl on my exposed, sensitive skin.

He moved closer to me, making a small gasp push past my lips as I looked up, our gazes colliding.

"Relax. Do you know what the fun part is, Lana? It doesn't always have to be a punishment. It could be something... exciting too. Something you'll most definitely like."

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To save her entire family from the Stravkos Mafia - which was the most powerful Mafia family in Tuscany, Italy - Then sixteen-year old Solana Williams agrees to take her sister's place and becomes a sacrificial lamb  - becoming Abel Stravkos' wife. 

Theirs is just a mere marriage of convenience, but now older, wiser and twenty-three, Solana vows revenge for all they did to her family by making Abel's life a living nightmare.

Abel Stravkos does not need a wife, but with his cold-hearted father handling the helm of affairs, he's helpless to object. His heart isn't tied to this strange, beautiful, vengeful woman who's been forced down his throat. But the line between love and hate is thin, and Solana's staunch disobedience to his orders fuels his need to control her in every way possible.

Driven by revenge, and an undeniable passion sizzling just beneath the surface, it's only a matter of time before their attraction for each other becomes apparent, much to the dismay of his father as well as both internal and external forces trying to pull them apart.

Will they ever rise above obstacles lodged in their paths and get their happily-ever-after?

The Mafia's Crazy Obsession

<p>"Jesus Christ. What the hell are you doing here?" I asked, standing feebly and leaning my weight on my crutches. My knees felt like jelly, and I didn't feel half as confident as I somehow managed to sound. "H-How did you...how did you get in?"</p>

<p>He stood in the light just on the other side of the coffee table, looking incredibly different; disheveled, his shirt untucked, his hair tousled, his face bruised and red. The corners of his lips rode up into a sly smile, and I had no choice but to look at him, really, for the first time, the dimples on both cheeks disarming me momentarily. His eyes were a smoky, seductive gray, the lashes a fine coal-black, thick, and shiny just like his dark hair. He was tall, well over six feet, but he had a slightly bigger build than Abel. Muscular, with well-defined features. Powerful.</p>

Solana - Walked Up On All Sides