LOVE BEYOND BRATVA DARK WORLD

The Triplets“I love you. Ryan, I love you.” A dam broke inside her and she reached for him as the words poured out. He wrapped his arm around her and brought her the rest of the way home. And then she was there, snug against him, kissing his mouth, his chin, his jaw, anywhere she could reach while saying “I love you” over and over again.“Every day,” he said between kisses. “I need to hear you say it every damn day for the rest of our lives. Think you can handle me?”She eased back, put her hands on his cheeks, and stared into his eyes. “I can handle you, Ian. It’s being without you that I can’t handle.”He rested his forehead against hers. “Good, because you’re never going to get rid of me again.” Double Wedding Day “You sure you’re ready to do this?”Annabelle met Anaisse’s eyes in the mirror. “Hell yes. We’ve rehearsed and everything. Aren’t you?”“Me? Yes. I can’t wait. But I know this whole thing was kind of my idea.” She bit her lip and gave Annabelle the big, blue-eyed Bambi

Anya Santini De Luna POV(Eighteen years old...)Glancing around me, it’s still hard to believe I’m in Metro Manila.I was supposed to take this trip with my father – Rocky Ace De Luna, the Italian Mafia Boss but he died in a car accident on New Year's Eve.Next month will be a year since he passed away. The grief still comes in waves, especially when I see one of the sights Papa always talked about. Besides, Papa named me – Anya Santini De Luna – I don’t know why. Papa did not tell me the name of my mother.We planned this trip for over a year, and it was meant to be my graduation gift. With he’s gone, I decided to honor his memory by going ahead with the vacation; the Philippines, Scotland, and Hawaii. We each chose a destination, and right now, I’m on the first leg of the trip.Sometimes I’m struck by a wave of panic. Honestly, it’s a little terrifying exploring a foreign country alone. But Papa Rocky Ace told me that the Philippines are great for tourists. It’s terrifying being alo

Anya de Luna's POV Terrified, I stare at Xander.He looks a hell of a lot calmer than I feel.In a matter of hours, I’ve gone from swapping clothes with Olga to being grabbed off the street to a car accident to being kidnapped.It’s surreal.God.Panic flares hot through my chest, and a hysterical breakdown threatens to overwhelm me.If I weren’t scared out of my mind, I’d actually appreciate how attractive Xander is. He has longish, dark brown hair, and strands fall over his forehead, making him look like one of the bad boys Papa Rocky Ace always warned me about. His eyes are brown with golden flecks giving me the impression he’s a jokester. He’s not dressed in a suit like Olga’s other guards but is wearing black cargo pants, a black t-shirt, and boots.There are tattoos on the back of his hands running all the way up his forearms, where I can see his veins snaking beneath his skin.I have an overwhelming need to get to know him because he’s locked in this tiny room with me. Without

Anya Santini de Luna POVMy body aches from all the anxiety and terror I’m feeling.At least my bladder’s no longer going to burst, but standing in the room with our captors, my relief is quickly forgotten.Are they going to kill one of us?All of us?My eyes land on the tooth near Marc Vincent, and I feel the ache in my jaw.God.This is horror. Pure freaking horror.My gaze flits all over the room, my breaths already rushing over my lips.How am I going to survive this?“Uncuff Marc Vincent,” the one in charge orders.The other guy unlocks Marc Vincent’s cuffs, then another order is given. “Get up, Marc Vincent.”I watch as Xander’s brother climbs to his feet. He has the same emotionless expression on his beaten face as Xander.Riccardo gestures to his guard or soldier. I’m not sure what to call him.“Darius will shoot one of you unless…” Riccardo gets up and looks at Marc Vincent. “You have to choose who will get tortured next. If you refuse, Darius will kill one of you.”Oh, God.

Xander Vittorio POVI was worried Ponti was going to starve us to death, but luckily they finally gave us something to eat.It’s four pieces of dry bread and one chicken breast each. It’s a far cry from Mama’s food, but it will have to do.I finish my food before Anya is done with her first slice of bread.When she catches me eyeing her food, she tears the chicken breast into strips, takes one of the strips, and pushes the rest of her food closer to me. “You need it more than me.”I hesitate for a moment, but knowing she’s right, I take two strips of chicken and a slice of bread and wolf it down.“Finish the rest,” I say, not wanting her to starve.We’ve been in this room for three days, and after the first day’s torture, we’ve only been allowed out of our prison to visit the restroom. It’s usually in the morning and late at night. It’s also the only time we get to drink water.If they’re going to feed us every three days, we’re fucked.Another thing that worries me is that I’m gettin