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Christiano's Angel

Chapter 3 Welcome to the family...

Word Count: 1265    |    Released on: 16/03/2025

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eel my face pa

tty nice stuff huh? Are you off the lock sweetheart? I tho

back at the couple, they had change

. He pulled the phone from my hand, "I know you'

my handheld position as if they still had

could use some company." He w

"She looks plenty satisfied down ther

two of us, huh?" He slid his hand freely

was the worst thing that would

The guy in front of me pressed more on

beside me and

at out of the bag, a

sked as he lowered h

ed hard a

Why didn't you say so? Son of a b*tch, Chris

thing came out. I was co

you doing back here?" He paused just long enough for me to assume I was dead again, "If

nding rough and raspy. What on

ristiano' about you wandering back her

d, stil

this phone in, he's pretty adama

this P

"Can I see

r me moments ago handed him the phone. I k

hed. "Can you just delete that video for me? I just don't want anyone t

he took me by the elbow and began leading me through the tunnels. I noted the guy wh

'm new and all, I don't want hi

think?" He asked, letting my elbow go

was getting myself into." I sighed. It was th

ay so." H

rest of the underground structure looked like a mix between an upscale hotel and a shady bar, if that makes sense. All the men wore suits and all the women, lingerie. Though no stripper poles or cages were hangi

a large frosted glass door. "You'd better p

but did

here so don't even dare make a run for

et, and the only wardrobe options were lingerie and all of the walls were full-length mirrors. I sighed heavily. At least, there was a wide variety of shoes, ballet-styled, stilettos, knee-high

had big, wavy red hair, a black and red lace pant

odd

ow." She shrugged, "They accommodate you nicel

highly do

decide you want to do more, that's all for you, Christiano is legit about not letting any of the guys force you to do anythin

I asked. The reporter in me looked to get the

er you are, the better your room is going to be, the nicer stuff t

d some more help we've all been where you are, you just ask any of us ole gals but I've got to get going." Sh

black heels clanking off the floor. He was indeed waiting for me outside the door, he didn't even bat an eye on me, just merely led me further through a hallway, down

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“Miss wanna-be journalist, Cassandra Thorne, would do anything for the scoop. Anything, including finding her way into an underground club exclusive to only those in the Genovese Mafia and the beautiful women they employ. What could be more perfect? She would stick to the shadows, record a few videos, and write the biggest story New York has ever seen, thereby making her a legend. Easy as pie. Until she got found out. A series of blatant lies and luck breaks later, and she's mistaken for one of the workers underneath. While many might be terrified of this, Cassandra couldn't be more excited. The freedom to roam the area and talk to all the members of the infamous brotherhood will leave no rock unturned. All she had to do was keep her cover until the night is over and the workers go home. But there were just two problems: One was him, Christiano Genovese. The Don. The Godfather. The one damned man who had taken a keen interest in Cassandra. Even that was something she could handle for one night. Except for problem number two: They don't leave. Not at the end of the night, the end of the week, or even the end of the year. By the time Cassandra realized that not even the biggest scoop is worth the price, she was in far too deep to call it quits now.”