The Mafia’s prize
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een you and Mr Peter tomorrow," she s
rprised. She seemed to
d by my protest. She believes she is alw
e Mayor at Los Angeles," I argued furthe
ason I'm sendi
o business in L.A.," I reminded h
have no business
er. I just wasn't ready for a meeting with Peter. I
isk client. I can't trust someone e
t I didn't understand what she meant by 'high risk client,' but I had an
ngrily said to me when I told him I
that, and I obliged...
rip, got a few of my men ready and headed off to the airport the following morning. It was g
when I noticed the beautiful eyes that were fixed on me. I swear, these ladies were nothing but gorgeous. They could melt any heart, their eyes. Not that the s
e worried. He had been diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease and, according to the various medical experts we visited, his had gotten to a stage where it was incurable. We al
admire
he way Adolf Hitler controlled Europe in his prime. To the outside world, we were a very successful furniture producing family, but we were much more than their eyes met. Only those spe
at
argets. Their families would be at the mercy of the 'boom' sound of our gun.
uited in black, with sunshades that made it nearly impossible to know what they looked like, they appear
ved at our destination. The security men at the entrance th
leader, a broad shoulde
Peter said, exchan
hile. You don't look bad," I
d. How's my old friend putting up
. I didn't have the patience to discuss family matters with a man of Peter's
glass of whisky. Continuing,
him the black suitcase
d until I had confirmed it before proceeding to speak further. "You know, I have always enjoyed doing business with you. Unli
doing business with you, and I look forwa
best wishes to my old frien
iting van. Quickly, I dialed the Mayor's line, but it wa
allowing my frustr
d have to come back to L.A if I couldn't get in
me without seeing the Mayor, I decided we would buy some time by having a nice
ants and restrooms, Santa Monica was equal to none. The beaches have an old school, East Coast feel, wi
red for my life, but, considering my status, I thought it wise to carry extra b
ressed in my swimming shorts, I looked f*cking hot, and I knew
o myself. She made beauty
ograph on their flashy boobs or wanting a photoshoot with me. Some even offered to swim with me, but I wasn't interested, for I had my eyes firmly fixed on one price. Before I could finally free myself from their grips, she had melted away from my
he bar man. "Another glass!" I had gulpe
approached me, all smiles. "I see you're all
e had to say. My mind and thought were gl
s or ple
sin
ctively caressing my skin. Seeing that I clearly wasn't int
't even switch on the light. My body was on fire. Sex was all I
ss more passionately. In a moment, my hands gently travelled down her smooth skin. I got to her hips and stopped at her zipper. Quickly, I unzipped her trouser and pulled it off. Like
ve been a
p very early the next morning.
was about to be shocked. Lying down there was the strange lady at the beach
ly, I wrote a note and dropped it on the small table. I hoped
mistake, but then, it coul
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