At 24 years old, Fiorella Rozelli is the best lawyer in the state of New York, beautiful, smart, and a trouble magnet. At 26 years old, Damiano Fonseca controls the mafia all around the world as the dark, sexy, Italian Don who just screamed trouble. When Fiorella just so happens to witness a gun trade with one of the mafias that control New York, he kidnaps her and takes her back home with him. Back to Italy. A beauty title holder with a doctorate, and a facetious don with dangerous arsenal. Something's bound to happen. Luckily, Fiorella isn't as fragile as she seems. Excerpt: "What do you think you're doing?!" I shouted as he picked her off the couch and set her over his shoulder. "Taking you to bed." He said and the smirk could be heard in his voice as he exited the living room, knowing full well there was just the slightest blush on her cheeks. "No! Put me down! You fucking psycho!" Her legs flailed trying to kick herself free, and she was a shy few inches from kicking him where the sun refused to shine. "Listen here, mia fiore. What I say goes and my authority isn't questioned." He said, voice taking a dark and somewhat husky tone. "Now shut up and stop flailing before you hurt yourself. I'm taking you to a guest room." She didn't bother answering. The only indication that she heard him was her now still feet as she dangled from his shoulder. She looked at his backside and noticed something. He has a really nice ass. Although she would never admit to anyone, she would appreciate while she could. {Kidnapped Mafia Love Series#1}