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Christiano's Angel

Chapter 4 Welcome to the family II.

Word Count: 1269    |    Released on: 16/03/2025

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down, I could see the veins in his hands working. His suit was perfect, even though his body wasn't straight the lines on his suit appeared to be. The perfectly shaped white triangles of his dress shirt hung loosely around his

d shown me went forward into the room and whispered something into his ear. His hand stopped moving, and

his otherwise stone-cold gaze. The inner half of his brow slanted down slightly creating a misc

p to cover my bosom then down to cove

ed around to the front. He pulled a lighter and cigar in his mouth as

and watched me still in silence, occasionally, he would put his hand to the cigar after taking a long drag and pull it from his mouth to blow smoke to the side. In the background I cou

g his arms and coming closer to me, he walked circles around me twice

t remem

to clear my throat after heari

lowly, emphasizing each one of his words, "I appro

I repeated

his head again, "I

uiet. I was shaking though, and I couldn't decide if it was due to the

ack beside the desk, he picked up my cell phone, wa

n, and shot it at the cell phone three times. Instinctively, I jumped backward and covered my ears as a shriek escaped my parched

d my hands from

w." He waved his hand around with a dull exp

rightened I was compared t

am

oy

e narrowed his

My voice shoo

d this is the

ssi

rs between us and I could not bring myself to make eye contact with him. He caught my chin between his thumb and index finger,

andra." He glanced down momentarily to take me in then looked back to m

o nella f

to the

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y way through the underground world. I was numb with fear, but alert wi

y poor phone, on the other hand, was a different story, but I had somehow gotten over the worst hurdle already. Theoretically, I wou

my name, I was given a golden opportunity here. Right? Sco

ind, when someone handed me a silver tray with

I'm new here.

m her bra, she beckoned me over to a Long Island bar and began scribbling on the napkin drawing me a diagram. "This is where we will be until Ch

ntly etched into my mind under a tab titled 'Oh sh*t' and filed into

happy to see someone like him, I had no clue. "Hey baby, I was just

glanced at me then at her. "But, I bel

I interjected

eep the smile plastered on her face. "Of course Christiano." She nod

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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.”