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Series #1 - Princes of Devil's Creek

I hate the princes of Devil’s Creek.
Luca, Bastian, Marcello, and Damian.

For most of my life, no one wanted me… not until they needed me. Turns out I’m the lost heiress to a multi-billion dollar fortune and a pawn in their sick game.

They keep me locked in their seaside estate, completely at their mercy. All four of them are bullies, taking out their hatred for me in the form of punishments, each with their own reason for keeping me around.

I’m sick to want them.
It’s dangerous to need them.

I think I’m finding my place among these depraved monsters. Except there’s one small problem. They’re not the only men who want me.

There are far more dangerous men looking for the heir to the Wellington fortune… which means I’ll be staying in their beds and under their protection for the foreseeable future.

Series #2 - Boardwalk Mafia

I’m indebted to the Boardwalk Kings.
Dante, Nico, Angelo, and Stefan.

They’re the most powerful men in the city and own everyone in it. So when my father makes the mistake of stealing millions from them, the Kings come to collect on his debt.

And they want me.

Series #1: Princes of Devil's Creek

Prequel - The Darkest Prince (can be read before or after the other books)

Book 1 - Cruel Princes

Book 2 - Vicious Queen

Book 3 - Savage Knights

Book 4 - Battle King

Series #2: Boardwalk Mafia

Book 1 - Boardwalk King

Book 2 - Boardwalk Queen

Book 3 - Boardwalk Reign


I let my eyes wander for a moment, and as expected, I had four sets of eyes on me.


“They always stare at you,” Bella commented. “I wish they’d look at me like that.” She waggled her eyebrows. “The things I would let the Luciano brothers do to me.”


“It’s kinda weird. I wish they would come up to me and say something.”


“Maybe that’s the point. The kings like to make people feel insignificant. Like they own them.”


“Because they do. Everyone in this room is only here out of fear or loyalty.”


“You get to live in Manhattan.” Bella sighed. “Lucky bitch. I’d kill for a
dream job and an apartment in the city. But, instead, I have to stay
here and play the role of the dutiful Mafia daughter.”


“Your dad will arrange your marriage.” I took a few steps toward the outdoor patio off the right side of the room. “Sorry, girl. But you never had a choice.”


“That’s why I need to have all the fun I can now,” she countered with a sour expression. “It’s only a matter of time before he sets me up with some fat, lazy gunman in the Luciano army.”


I looked across the room and spotted Stefan, Angelo, and Nico hanging out by the bar. Dante was with their father, Salvatore Luciano, talking to the mayor of Atlantic City.


Their family got Mayor Blackwell
elected. That was how they got so many deals for their casino to pass
through the legislature. Having friends in high places also kept the
authorities off their backs.


Nico drank from a highball glass,
shoving a hand through his blond hair as he watched me. Like he was
afraid I would disappear into thin air if he didn’t keep his blue eyes
on me.


“Bella,” Mr. Parisi called out, his hand raised to beckon his daughter.


He was a Made man and next in line to become a captain. Every man in
Bella’s family had been in the Mafia. So neither of us had many options
for friends. Our parents didn’t like us talking to outsiders. It was too risky to let them into our real lives.
 Bella was my only friend.

When I moved to New York City to attend college, I didn’t get the whole
experience. I was always afraid that someone would find out what my dad did for the Lucianos.


“Ugh,” Bella grunted, rolling her eyes. “Duty calls. I’ll find you when I’m free.”


With my dad talking to new clients, I saw this as an opportunity to take a break—a few minutes of normalcy.



So I set the empty glass on the table by the patio doors and went outside. We were on the twentieth floor of the Portofino Hotel and Casino and had the perfect view of the Atlantic Ocean. It was dark, with nothing more than the moonlight and strings of fairy lights illuminating the oversized balcony that wrapped around the side of the building.


Men and women dressed in elegant gowns and tuxedos drank and smoked cigars. I walked past a group of men who ogled me, heading toward the end of
the balcony where it was the darkest. Maybe my dad wouldn’t find me until the end of the night. That was my only hope at this point.


From the moment I stepped into the casino, I wanted to leave. I knew I would see the Luciano brothers, who were a reminder of everything I ever lost. The childhood I never got to have. A mother who was sent away because she couldn’t handle the stress of this lifestyle.

My dad was rarely home and left me with the staff. I never had boyfriends, only quickies and hookups. Relationships were short-lived. Whenever I made a new friend or met a guy, they were suddenly too busy.


Even in Manhattan, someone followed me at Columbia University. I wasn’t sure if it was for my protection or if the Lucianos had someone tail me to ensure I wasn’t telling their secrets. God forbid I got too close to someone and accidentally said something stupid.
 But I knew the cost.


I stopped in front of the balcony and stared at the ocean. From a distance, orchestra music flowed out from the party. Combined with the waves crashing on the beach below me, it was
peaceful.



Gripping the railing, I breathed in the salty air and closed my eyes, thinking about happier times. In the morning, I was leaving to go back to Manhattan. And in one week, I would graduate and start my new job. Everything in my life was falling into place.

I was almost free.


“A girl like you shouldn’t be out here by yourself,” a man said from behind me.


I spun around to face him. He was probably in his mid-thirties and wore a black suit, greasy brown hair slicked to the side.


“I’d like to be alone. So if you don’t mind.”
And then I turned my back to him, hoping he would take a hint.


“Actually," he said, his voice deep and rough. “I do mind.” He clutched my shoulder and forced me to face him. “When a man tells a little girl like you to do something, you listen.”


I laughed at the audacity of this asshole and shoved at his arm, but he didn’t budge. “Get your hands off me!”


He was about eight inches taller and had fifty pounds on me. So when he
wrapped his fingers around my throat, I couldn’t move with his big body pressed against mine.


“Get off me, you creep!” I wriggled in his arms, trying to break free. He hiked up my dress, and I kicked him in the balls.
“You little bitch,” he snapped, his face twisting in anger.
“I’m gonna make you pay for that.”


Before he could make good on his promise, I heard several sets of shoes slap the ground, approaching us with speed. 


“Get your slimy fucking hands off her,” a man said, his voice like gravel. 


The man holding me tipped his head back and laughed. “This traitorous bitch isn’t yours. I’m just taking what her old man owes us.”


Traitor?
 What the fuck?


He had the wrong girl.
 What does my dad owe him?


I tilted my head and saw Dante, Angelo, Stefan, and Nico Luciano. Of course, they were here. The four of them were always watching me.
This time, I was glad to see them.


“Ava Vianello belongs to the Boardwalk Kings,” Nico said with fire behind his words. “Bonetti, take your fucking hands off her before we break them.”


He laughed in my face, loosening his grip just enough for me to take a breath. “I’m doing the family a favor.”


Dante grabbed his left arm while Angelo yanked on the other. And before I knew what was happening, they had him over the railing, hanging on for dear life.

Panicked, he clutched the stone for support. “What the fuck? I’m a made man. You can’t do this.”

Dante laughed. “Who fucking made you?”

“We did.” Angelo sneered, making the deep scar on his right cheek more noticeable. “And you’re out of the family.”

Stefan brushed his knuckles beneath his chin. “Vai a farti fottere.”
In Italian it roughly translated to, Go fuck yourself.

“Next time, you’ll listen,” Nico said with a cocky smirk. Then he laughed. “Oh, wait. There won’t be another time.”


Dante peeled his fingers from the railing. “See ya in the afterlife, you cock sucking piece of shit.”


He fell in slow motion, his screams sending a shiver down my spine. My
heart raced, clamoring out of my chest with each strangled breath. And when I finally found the nerve to look at them, I couldn’t manage more than a few words.


“Why did he say my dad owes you?” 


Angelo scrubbed a hand across the scar on his cheek and shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. He’s a dead man.”


Nico nodded in agreement, licking his lips as his gaze traveled up and down my body. Dante burned a hole through me with his eyes while Stefan stripped me naked with one look.
The four of them walked away.


“Hey! I think I deserve to know what that was all about.”


Dante snickered with his back to me. “Go back to the party, Miss Vianello. Your father is looking for you.”

My cell phone beeped with a text message. I swerved and almost hit a parked car as I read my brother’s words.


All the Devils are here.


Fear trickled down my spine.
Gripping the leather steering wheel, I floored the gas pedal and didn’t bother to text back. I blew through several red lights in a row. No matter how hard I pushed it, the car didn’t seem to go fast enough.
There was too much traffic.
Too many damn people living in this city.


I shared an apartment with my twin brother in Williamsburg, a neighborhood in Brooklyn. The Salvatores owned one of the tallest buildings in Manhattan. They controlled just about everything in the city and my life. It was a horrible feeling to know I would never escape them.


I made it five years without them interfering with my life. They had kept their distance while I attended art school and began my art career. But now, it was time to pay for my freedom. 


I pulled into the garage on Berry Street and parked in my reserved space. Still dressed in my café uniform, a short black skirt and a red tank top, I rode the elevator to the top floor. My clothes smelled like coffee and paint, both occupational hazards.

I worked at the coffee shop around the corner for extra cash, so I wouldn’t have to spend any money from the Wellington trust. Asking my grandfather for money came with too many strings attached. So I sucked it up and waited tables, fixed drinks, anything to keep us afloat.

As the elevator doors opened, nerves stirred in my belly, twisting my stomach into knots. I strolled down the hall and walked through the open door of my apartment.
A wall of muscle blocked my path. All four of the Salvatore brothers—Luca, Marcello, Bastian, and Damian—stood in my living room, looking intimidating as fuck, dressed in black Brioni suits.


Luca and Marcello were biological brothers with the same black hair and pretty blue eyes. Except Luca always had a sinister look, like he was seconds from snapping someone’s neck. Marcello usually looked as if he were in constant mourning.
The other two weren’t Arlo’s sons by blood, but he treated them as if they were his flesh.

Damian was a psychopath. He would have been happy to paint the town red with my blood. As for Bastian, he was still such a mystery to me. I knew he had sick kinks like his brother, but he hid them well.


Something had always drawn me to Bastian… and that made him curious about me.
Bastian stepped toward me, a wicked smirk on his full lips.

He cupped my cheek with his big hand and studied my face. “I’ve been waiting for you, Cherry. Did you miss me?”


“No, get your hands off me.” I pushed his hand away from my face, teeth gritted. “I’m not your Cherry.” Attempting to move around them, I yelled, “Aiden.”


Damian laughed.

So did Luca.


Bastian scratched his jaw while Marcello just stared at me. He was quiet, most of the time stuck inside his head.


“What the fuck are you assholes doing in my apartment? And where the fuck is my brother?”


“Your brother is safe.” Bastian smirked. “For now.”


I slammed my palms into his chest and tried to rush past him. But Damian was on my ass, reaching out to wrap his fingers around my wrist.

He yanked me back into his chest and breathed against my earlobe. “Haven’t you learned your lesson, Pet?”


I laughed in his face. “I’m not your pet, you sick fuck.”


Damian was gorgeous, with alabaster skin that was so perfect and smooth I wanted to touch it. But despite his good looks, a monster hid beneath his tailored clothes.


Like his brothers, he was the devil in disguise. I feared him most of all because he was so unpredictable. With Luca, I expected rage and chaos. Marcello was the most level-headed of the group.


Bastian was still somewhat of a wild card. I could never figure him out, but I knew he was hiding something. A secret. I liked secrets and wanted to uncover his.


Damian’s fingers closed over my throat. “You’re whatever I want you to be, Pet. Get out of line this time, and your brother will pay the price.”


I dug my fingernails into his forearm to loosen his hold. “Let me go, psycho.”


“Now, now, Pet.” He stroked the side of my face gently like he was petting a kitten. “It’s not nice to call your owner names.”

My eyes widened at his comment, and he gave me a creepy smile that sent a shiver down my arms.

“You know why we’re here. Now be a good girl and go pack your shit.”


“It’s time to choose, Drea.” Luca was the only person who ever called me that. He moved beside Damian, glaring at me with the usual hatred in his dark blue eyes. “We let you off your leash long enough. You’re coming back with us to Devil’s Creek.”


Damian held me tighter, his breath ghosting over my cheek. “This time, we’re keeping you.”