Isabella Saviano: A Mafia Wife The raven-haired Italian woman stepped out of the pool naked just as the SUV approached the gated compound. Isabella always stuck with her Saturday morning routine, even during impromptu visits from her husband's associates. She liked flaunting herself to the bodyguards around the pool. It was her way of showing power to the...
Note: All names and associations used in this story are not real, and any similarity is strictly accidental in nature. This is a work of fiction, and please read it with that in mind. Dear Reader, This is an Edited Version of Chapter 12. I did this for two reasons. First, to clean up some English problems. Second, and MOST IMPORTANT, to advise you that my c...
Mike marveled for a moment at the geometric perfection of the fluttering Fairy bartender's flight path as she weaved her way across the grimy bar. She left a current of glitter in her tumbling wake, a jetstream of twinkling dots of light that settled slowly in the smoke-filled air. He watched as she zipped back and forth across the length of the bar, filling...
"Is it wrong to check out the freshmen?" David asked with a smile as three girls walked by in way-too-short of skirts. "You have to ask?" Bryce answered as he looked over at Ashley. "Hey, I don't remember you in any miniskirts." She raised an eyebrow at him. "That is because I don't own a miniskirt." Bryce sat back in the booth. "That should be crime." "...
Note: This is a work of FICTION! Although the areas this story takes place in are real; all of the landscapes depicted, the people described, and everything else this story uses to make it enjoyable reading for you are NOT REAL. As you read this story, try to remember: THIS IS A NOVEL! 47. A Straight Family Affair Anton said, "Bernice you are up; would y...
The wimp, I, woke on my bed, as the leaves outside my window waved, welcoming the morning breeze. Typical of a summer sun rise, one I had seen so many times. The cool wind, rustling through the semi dry leaves, coaxing my eyes open, as they burnt from the salt of tears, long dried over the night. I turned on my back, too weary to get up and close the window....
PORTAL: entrance, gateway, opening, ingress Chapter 1 Spring was nearing its end when First Sergeant Argus Mitchell received his honorable discharge. Invalided home from the Middle East with a shattered hip, the marine had been made whole against after a complete hip reconstruction and receiving extensive psychological therapy, The size of his gratuity m...
This story is totally fiction. It was inspired by a bunch of guys at a bachelor party that had a healthy interracial mix and strong mafia connections. * Dexter Williams strolled through the front doors of the five star hotel like he owned it. Making his way to the restaurant/lounge at the back of the hotel's first floor, he could hear the band playing in...
Sitting at the table of the kitchen, as you're eating the last thing that was in your fridge , your phone starts to ring. You grab it inside your pocket, and click on the button " Answer" . A voice starts talking , a deep , regular, and familiar voice ; " Hello , Roxy. How are ya? " , says the voice. The only words you get bring up when d...
The moment Gianna Scroitto walked into the room, Wes Taylor knew he had his leading lady. It had been nearly two decades since the Bronx-born actor wrote the script for "Conflict of Interest," a comedy about Trevor Goodwin, a high-profile defense attorney modeled after the late Johnnie Cochran, who is hired to defend New York City Mafia kingpin Pasquale Pas...