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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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