The Agostino Crime Family Series
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Book One: “My name is Lucky, but my associates know me as il Diavolo because I am the f*cking devil."
Lucifer Agostino is the eldest son of the Agostino Crime Family in New York City. Tall, dark and handsome but his blue steel eyes do little to hide the devil lurking inside. No one messes with his business, his family or something that belongs to him.
And Mirabella Moretti just so happens to be that something.
A contract between families be damned—he owns her heart and soul. But when one of Lucky's enemies sets their sights on her, they will quickly learn that the rumors of il Diavolo are true.
However, the question is.... can he save her in time?
And will Mirabella be able to survive il Diavolo without getting burned by fire and brimstone?
Lucifer Agostino is the eldest son of the Agostino Crime Family in New York City. Tall, dark and handsome but his blue steel eyes do little to hide the devil lurking inside. No one messes with his business, his family or something that belongs to him.
And Mirabella Moretti just so happens to be that something.
A contract between families be damned—he owns her heart and soul. But when one of Lucky's enemies sets their sights on her, they will quickly learn that the rumors of il Diavolo are true.
However, the question is.... can he save her in time?
And will Mirabella be able to survive il Diavolo without getting burned by fire and brimstone?
Book Two: They call me il mietitore because I am the Italian fucking grim reaper.
He’d spent his youth fighting to survive, a kid forced to strip down to the most innate and basic of instincts. The doctors were quick to label him a psychopath, a diagnosis as damning as his cold, dead heart. Manifesting amoral and antisocial behaviors, he grew into a man incapable of expressing love. Instead, he fed on vengeance, bloodshed and the pleas of weaker men.
Apollo Deluca wasn’t born into the Agostino Crime Family, but his salvation soon turned into theirs. He became the right-hand man to the Devil himself—just as clever and twice as twisted.
When a new adversary threatens the Family, and more specifically the eldest daughter to the New York City crime boss, will Apollo be able to overcome his inner demons in enough time to save her body and her heart? Or will Sienna Agostino fall victim to his dark past, destroyed by his sins and left in the shadow of a man who can never return her affections?
He’d spent his youth fighting to survive, a kid forced to strip down to the most innate and basic of instincts. The doctors were quick to label him a psychopath, a diagnosis as damning as his cold, dead heart. Manifesting amoral and antisocial behaviors, he grew into a man incapable of expressing love. Instead, he fed on vengeance, bloodshed and the pleas of weaker men.
Apollo Deluca wasn’t born into the Agostino Crime Family, but his salvation soon turned into theirs. He became the right-hand man to the Devil himself—just as clever and twice as twisted.
When a new adversary threatens the Family, and more specifically the eldest daughter to the New York City crime boss, will Apollo be able to overcome his inner demons in enough time to save her body and her heart? Or will Sienna Agostino fall victim to his dark past, destroyed by his sins and left in the shadow of a man who can never return her affections?
Book Three:
I was taken from the comfort of my own home and subjected to hell. Even after I escaped, I was never free… Not from my captor, and not from the voices he left inside my head.
I was hunting for answers that pointed to a grave, though the question hung in the air: who was at the bottom of those six feet?
I’m Persephone.
And this is my story of filthy sex, dangerous revenge, and broken hearts. Don’t cry for me; they didn’t. No, cry for those who cross my path.
I was taken from the comfort of my own home and subjected to hell. Even after I escaped, I was never free… Not from my captor, and not from the voices he left inside my head.
I was hunting for answers that pointed to a grave, though the question hung in the air: who was at the bottom of those six feet?
I’m Persephone.
And this is my story of filthy sex, dangerous revenge, and broken hearts. Don’t cry for me; they didn’t. No, cry for those who cross my path.
Book Four:
The Italian Grim Reaper was stripped down to the most innate and basic of instincts. Then theykilled him. Until all that was left was an animal in human form.
Back from death’s doorstep, he was a shell of the man he once was, while his hunger could only be sated by revenge—feeding on their blood. Their pain.
The same enforcer, turned brother, who was once the salvation of the Agostino Crime Family was now their greatest threat. No longer trusted with the task of protecting the eldest daughter of the New York City crime boss, Apollo succumbed to his inner demons—promising to destroy her body and her heart. Sienna Agostino was his obsession, tainted by his past sins and broken by his present indifference. She was a smart woman, until like so many before her, a man became her greatest downfall.
The Italian Grim Reaper was stripped down to the most innate and basic of instincts. Then theykilled him. Until all that was left was an animal in human form.
Back from death’s doorstep, he was a shell of the man he once was, while his hunger could only be sated by revenge—feeding on their blood. Their pain.
The same enforcer, turned brother, who was once the salvation of the Agostino Crime Family was now their greatest threat. No longer trusted with the task of protecting the eldest daughter of the New York City crime boss, Apollo succumbed to his inner demons—promising to destroy her body and her heart. Sienna Agostino was his obsession, tainted by his past sins and broken by his present indifference. She was a smart woman, until like so many before her, a man became her greatest downfall.
Book Five:
Daddy painted her up like his little doll. Polished and pretty, she smiled as she waved at onlookers from her protective shelf. The public face of the Agostino Crime Family was made to appear innocent and pure. She was their weakest link and the pawn I’d use to enact my revenge. The saying went “an eye for an eye” but that family had taken everything from me. When the west came to the east, it was our turn to leave blood on the streets. And I had a feeling her blood would leave the darkest trail. I wanted to see the real woman who lay beneath that painted veneer. The woman who would be the catalyst to end the Agostino Crime Family. A monster, a beast, had her in his dangerous grip, and I couldn’t wait to see how much she could take… before she cracked. |
A Prequel: Coming Soon!
New York was a violent and corrupt city. It was owned by the mafia and the capos son--Mario Agostino--was preparing to takeover.
But a change in leadership always came with hardships.
Blood. Pain. Death. Deceit.
This is the story of how the Agostino Crime Family came to control New York City.
**The real blurb is coming soon**
This is the prequel to the Agostino Crime Family Series.
New York was a violent and corrupt city. It was owned by the mafia and the capos son--Mario Agostino--was preparing to takeover.
But a change in leadership always came with hardships.
Blood. Pain. Death. Deceit.
This is the story of how the Agostino Crime Family came to control New York City.
**The real blurb is coming soon**
This is the prequel to the Agostino Crime Family Series.
La reina de escorpiones duet
Book One: I had daddy issues.
Everything up until my untimely death was orchestrated by my father’s hands. Or my own, in my hard-driven attempt to gain vengeance.
He was the head of the cartel. Then, with the flick of a traitorous finger, I witnessed my parents execution—the catalyst for my chaotic future. And from the shadows, pillared by death and coated in blood, La Reina de Escorpiones was born.
My head and my heart were shrouded in the darkness of my past. However, years later, as my plans came to fruition, the seditious organ in my chest sparked to life.
The question was: which son was the kindling? The eldest? The youngest? Or perhaps the fellow orphan?
Everything up until my untimely death was orchestrated by my father’s hands. Or my own, in my hard-driven attempt to gain vengeance.
He was the head of the cartel. Then, with the flick of a traitorous finger, I witnessed my parents execution—the catalyst for my chaotic future. And from the shadows, pillared by death and coated in blood, La Reina de Escorpiones was born.
My head and my heart were shrouded in the darkness of my past. However, years later, as my plans came to fruition, the seditious organ in my chest sparked to life.
The question was: which son was the kindling? The eldest? The youngest? Or perhaps the fellow orphan?
Book Two: She had daddy issues. And it was because of her daddy I’d ensure her sorrow was infinite.
He was the head of the cartel. Until he stared down the barrel of a traitorous gun and thus, La Reina de Escorpiones was born.
I knew nothing other than surviving darkness, thanks to my past. Over a decade ago, I was nothing. A damaged boy with little hope for more. Then a little girl with eyes so bright decided to pluck me from the chaos and introduce me to her father.
She was falling victim to an imitation of love, wondering which of the brothers she was destined to bed.
She looked to me to be her hero. But all she did was rip my heart from my chest, with one decision after another. She’d seek solace in my embrace, only to learn that my grip was lethal—my deceit, endless.
He was the head of the cartel. Until he stared down the barrel of a traitorous gun and thus, La Reina de Escorpiones was born.
I knew nothing other than surviving darkness, thanks to my past. Over a decade ago, I was nothing. A damaged boy with little hope for more. Then a little girl with eyes so bright decided to pluck me from the chaos and introduce me to her father.
She was falling victim to an imitation of love, wondering which of the brothers she was destined to bed.
She looked to me to be her hero. But all she did was rip my heart from my chest, with one decision after another. She’d seek solace in my embrace, only to learn that my grip was lethal—my deceit, endless.
The Sins of Our Fathers: Dark Gothic Romance Standalone.
For as long as time—as stories have been told—daughters have paid for the sins of their fathers. And, well, my story wasn’t much different.
My father’s sin, it was gluttony. The man drank away everything we owned. I was his only daughter, the eldest child, and his freedom from a dangerous debt. It would be a simple exchange, you see, one currency in the place of another.
He’d stolen from a powerful man, a king. A man who was so cruel he reveled in breaking me down to nothing. I was his plaything. His toy. His affectionately called little fox. And what was worse…? I loved it. I loved how this man tried to ruin me.
He thought my gilded cage would protect me, but it didn’t. His queen wanted me gone, six feet under, and never to be heard from again. But I refused to be destroyed at the hands of the royals, the same privileged class that used me as entertainment, no matter how much I enjoyed his twisted affections.
It was the sins of my father that had put me in this position. But it was theirs that would help me destroy them.
For as long as time—as stories have been told—daughters have paid for the sins of their fathers. And, well, my story wasn’t much different.
My father’s sin, it was gluttony. The man drank away everything we owned. I was his only daughter, the eldest child, and his freedom from a dangerous debt. It would be a simple exchange, you see, one currency in the place of another.
He’d stolen from a powerful man, a king. A man who was so cruel he reveled in breaking me down to nothing. I was his plaything. His toy. His affectionately called little fox. And what was worse…? I loved it. I loved how this man tried to ruin me.
He thought my gilded cage would protect me, but it didn’t. His queen wanted me gone, six feet under, and never to be heard from again. But I refused to be destroyed at the hands of the royals, the same privileged class that used me as entertainment, no matter how much I enjoyed his twisted affections.
It was the sins of my father that had put me in this position. But it was theirs that would help me destroy them.