My Destiny
Chapters (47)
- Cover
- Content Discovery
- Dedication
- Dante Luciano
- Annie Peterson
- Dante
- Annie
- Dante
- Annie
- Dante
- Annie
- Dante
- Annie
- Dante
- Annie
- Dante
- Dante
- Annie
- Dante
- Annie
- Dante
- Annie
- Dante
- Annie
- Dante
- Annie
- Dante
- Annie
- Dante
- Annie
- Dante
- Annie
- Dante
- Annie
- Annie
- Dante
- Annie
- Dante
- Annie
- Dante
- Annie
- Dante
- Annie
- Annie - 12 months later
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- About the Author
Cover
Content Discovery
If you are not familiar with my writing I am going to be honest and let you know a few things.
In this book there is spice, lots of spice. There is also violence, the kind that is descriptive in nature and most certainly on the page. Did I mention there is a lot of spice?
This book in particular deals with some medical themes around breast cancer and mutism - both of which carry through the entire book. There is also touch points on drug addiction.
Finally it is a good book. Like really good. Like hard to put it down kind of good.
You have been warned. Enjoy.
Dedication
To all the girls who want an adventure…
1
Dante Luciano
My eyes flick to Carter, as the stench of smoke and sex filter through my nose. We are both on high alert as we scour the room for movement. Coming to Allure at this early morning hour may not have been my best plan, but with Sebastian in Sicily for another few weeks, he has left New York for me to manage, and this is the call I made.
Allure is smaller than I remember, scummier. With every step I take, my boots stick to the carpet, the sound making us less inconspicuous than I would like. As my team and I move around the furniture, I don’t miss seeing the ripped vinyl seats and the chipped dance floor. My reflection is clouded in the dirty mirrors, and the tables look about as clean as the floor. It has been a while since I’ve entered this strip club in Queens, and as I walk slowly through the space, flashes of memory fill my brain of seeing my ex-wife dancing on one of these poles. My shoulders stiffen at the thought, and already I want to get the hell out of here.
Ever since Sebastian’s girl Goldie was taken last year by Riccardo Baldo, Sebastian has made each member of the family disclose every business, property, and asset on a monthly basis. All families have been happily obliging to the new terms because as head family, we offer benefits to do so. Increased men, additional security, a direct line to the head of the NYPD. You give us your details, we give you bonuses; our generosity knows no bounds.
But a month ago, we noticed something off here with the Russo family in Queens. A small outfit, the two brothers do the sneaky jobs for us, like filtering drugs through obscure avenues. We pay them handsomely, supporting them, and I know that Sebastian has given them more than one opportunity to be further up the chain than they deserve. They have several properties, this strip club being one of them, but from the looks of it, there is no money here and any money made here is obviously being moved into something else. Or to someone else.