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DEADENDS: How I Crossed Paths with the Mafia Don

DEADENDS: How I Crossed Paths with the Mafia Don

Author: DarkDahlia
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Chapter 1 The Journalist and the Magazine

Word Count: 1385    |    Released on: 23/05/2023

light in, yet all it seems to do is reveal the dust and clutter that gathers in the offic

cho

t the clacking of typewriters and tea

ter in here? I like digging up dirt as much as the rest

tte hair slowly comes down from her high ponyt

ust might just kill you first before the w

the initials "E.S." on the bottom left. He looked clean-shaven and his eyes

gs." She grabs the napkin from his hand and proceeds to blow her nose. A look

feeling before someone pulls

loud thud. A woman with dark hair in all black marches

loved Abe. He's been the only man I ever laid with. We've been ma

ent you cashed in tha

u're in your twenties with the curves of an hourglass. C

bit

torms off w

the truth!" Austine rais

r truth?" Eth

e th

ady lengthy legs. His years are etched on his head and a five o'clock shadow covers his jaw. He inspects the latches o

A scre

r screw just ran

han and they burs

thered the woman a we

to put back the screw on

most oppor

then. For example, I don't think it's the right time to

now you're persistent and I admire you for it, Az.

l him though, I get d

No more int

eeters off the side and hangs by the hinges on the bottom. A small gaping hole on the doo

hotcakes or I would've had to file for b

nd, he signs off on another paycheck entitled

e in here and g

s desk and winks at Austine

ng, the checks keep flowin

you fed s

m a smile and

the steel chair inside the o

got herself into. It's almost a miracle how y

her way out of any situation." Ethan smirks as he

see. That might be a conf

e puffs out a cloud of smoke and snuffs

always." Hoffman rolls his

le bird told me something, altho

t is

t it's best you ignore any tip-offs to the location. Things might get he

stuffs the check in his chest pocket.

Hoffman then chucks the w

aves, Austine burst

!" Hoffm

Before Hoffman could sigh in relief, a loud c

eady falling apar

n't mean to ea

rviewee left on my door. Now, that hole is the si

t Mr. Lawyer-man was talking about?" She then place

you." He then reached inside his drawer t

ife cases." She lets out a groan as he places the files on his desk.

ut loud part, seeing as that y

mbles under

w she

t detectives. You'll write what's g

he cases. Each one of them was raunchier than the next. The cases were nothing new with t

ower and newcomer Desiree the estate and land. She definitely had nothing to do

ses on that pile and t

er if they're your run-of-the-mill news. Journalists don't aut

a story th

ary ones but it's the beauty of being a wr

one and g

f cases toward her and esc

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DEADENDS: How I Crossed Paths with the Mafia Don
DEADENDS: How I Crossed Paths with the Mafia Don
“Austine might have reached a dead end. As a journalist, she wanted to write news that meant something, that would be a catalyst for change. But all she was given were sensational stories. Things take a turn for the worse as one of the cases drops her down the rabbit hole. She uncovers crimes, murder, deceit, and lies. With one man who could be the key to the one thing she sought for. Will she discover the families who run Evershire?”