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The keys rattle in the door, and I press my foot to the base of the wood that normally gets jammed. Years of forcing the door open this way have damaged the base further; any day it could cave in. Pushing the door open, I hold my breath. I know the drill by now. Being away in college all week leaves my mother and brother alone, and they can barely keep themselves alive.
“Mom,” I call as I force the door closed behind me. It takes three attempts before the lock slides into place, sealing me into the house. I step around the pile of cardboard that’s being stacked against the skirting board. The yellow floor tiles are neglected and grubby.
The moment I step into the kitchen, I drop my bag on the floor. The table is flooded with plates with food caked onto them - the type that will take an hour of steeping to remove. I lift a pile of unopened mail and drop it back down as I scan all the empty vodka and wine bottles. Walking around the table, I force the window open and let some air filter in to try and get rid of the smell.
“Mom.” I call louder as I open the back door and place a chair behind it to hold it open. My heart leaps as Sandy pounces off the counter and races out the back door. I don’t even look at the counters to see what the cat’s been doing. Takeaway bags and opened food are stacked high. It always looks like this when I get back from college. My weekend will be cleaning, working at the local grocery store, and trying to get some homework done.
Sandy’s silver bowls are empty on the floor. I don’t want to stay in the kitchen any longer, but I’m not cruel either. Opening the cupboard, I take out a moldy loaf of bread and place it on the counter. Pushing aside red sauce and some jam, I stare into emptiness. I close the cupboard and move onto the next, which holds a bag of sugar and some salt.
Sandy has re-entered the kitchen and cries up at me as she circles around my ankles.
“Yeah, I’m working on it.” Kneeling down, I open the bottom cupboard and grin at the bag of cat food. Sandy leaps up on my knee, and I swipe her off.
“Here we go.” I barely get the food into the bowl before Sandy’s eating them. Filling up her water dish, I call my mother again before leaving the kitchen.
“Mom.” She must be passed out somewhere. The sitting room door is closed, and I push it open. It takes my eyes a moment to adjust to the darkness, but once they do, I wish I could step out of the room—the air freezes in my lungs and the ground under me shifts. A man stands over my bleeding brother. My brother’s gray t-shirt—that’s nearly threadbare—is coated in flecks of his blood. His jeans hang off his thin frame. My gaze bounces around the scarcely furnished sitting room before landing on my mother. The air re-enters my system, and I try to control my racing heart. My mother is in a heap in the corner. Her wild eyes won’t settle on anything. Mascara runs down her worn-out face. I’m tempted to step closer to her, but a shove to my back sends a shiver up my spine. The gun is nudged into my back again until I’m standing in the center of the room.
“What have we got here?”

He’s next in line to RULE the Irish Mafia. She’s off limits, an outsider. But, when trouble lands her at his feet, he takes the opportunity to have what he truly wants—her.

Jack

I’m the son of Liam O’Reagan, next in line to wear the crown.

And when I prove myself worthy, I will RULE over the Irish Mafia.

I don’t have time for distractions—much less time for a woman who has always been the bane of my existence.

When Maeve comes back into my life, I fight like hell to resist the pull she has on me.
An attraction that has only grown stronger with time.
But, when trouble lands her at my feet, I take the opportunity to have what I truly want.
I offer her a deal.
I’ll help her, but the cost will be one night in my bed.
One night of submission.
One night to have her completely at my mercy.
If only I had known my battle with Maeve would start a war.

Maeve

Jack is the only one who can help me.
Too bad, he hates me.
But I have no choice but to go to him.
It turns out, hate is a powerful motivator, and I just handed him a way to punish me.
He offers me his help—for a price.
Everything in his world has a price.
One night in his bed.
He’s everything a woman would want, so this should be easy.
Only, I’m a virgin, and he terrifies me.
I should run, but I won’t.
I can’t.
I just pray this one night doesn’t destroy us both.

“Mafia Prince” is the first book in the Young Irish Rebel Series. It is a Dark Mafia Enemies to Lovers Romance, complete with HEA and no cliffhangers.

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 Young Irish Rebels:

Mafia Prince - When trouble lands her at my feet, I take the opportunity to have what I truly want. I offer her a deal. I’ll help her, but the cost will be one night in my bed.
One night of submission.

Mafia King - In order to secure my place in the Irish Mafia, I agree to an arranged marriage. A marriage with a willing bride, one groomed to be the wife of a mafia king. What I get is a redheaded beauty hell bent on my destruction.

Mafia Games - The taste of revenge sits sweetly on my tongue as I watch her, Claire, my new obsession. I keep her safe in a cage made of glass. Safe from the cravings she stirs in me. I watch her, my hunger growing with every move she makes.

Mafia Boss - The longer I stay hidden with my bodyguard, the more I see the truth.
Cillian is everything I shouldn't want, a threat no one saw coming. I'm in the hands of my father's enemy, hands that make me ache.

Mafia Secrets - Her uncle is destroying my empire. To smoke him out, I’ll use her as bait.

I grew up in the shadows, only to discover I was the son of Finn O’Reagan—the Irish Mafia’s power player. I embraced the legacy, the rules…until she walked back into my world.

She shattered me once. Now she’s the key to luring her uncle out. But the deeper I drag her into my war, the more my hate twists into something I can’t fight.

Love and violence. Loyalty and betrayal. One thing’s certain, this time, I won’t let her go. Even if it costs me everything.

Mafia Wars - I'm the villain in most people's stories.

Ruthless, wealthy—the O'Reagan name demands respect. No one would ever call me reckless. But when I discover my maid, Luna, bearing bruises left by her so-called boyfriend, I snap.

There’s a fragile beauty to her innocence, and her vulnerability does something to me I can't ignore.

So I take matters—and the law—into my own hands.

In broad daylight, I walk right up to her boyfriend and pull the trigger, ending his life and starting a war I hadn’t anticipated.

He was the son of a powerful gangster, a man who wants Luna back and vengeance for his son's death.

But he’s getting neither.

Luna is mine now. And I’ll scorch the earth to keep her.