Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 87(@200wpm)___ 70(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 87(@200wpm)___ 70(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
My father, Andreas Esposito, was the number one Capo in the Crime family. His job was to find out what was being used against the family and get rid of it. Even if it was people. The speculation is that one of the drug deals went south at one of the docks last year, and some surveillance was being conducted. Word spread that the proof was in the evidence locker of the police station. It is alleged that my father torched the entire station, and someone died. They could never find the proof since the cameras that were recording the property were blackened, but everyone knows who did it. Now, with him dead, his crime is my shame.
“Miss Esposito, your counsel has been called and so has your… colleague.” Chief Spence says, not wanting to say Aurora’s name. Her name and reputation are synonymous here and never to be spoken.
“Thanks.” I say, looking him in the eye so he knows the accusatory stares are not phasing me. Even though secretly, it is.
My mind strays, thinking about where I was six months ago. I was working a trainee job as a 911 dispatcher. I fully intended to make it a career. Knowing my father’s line of work, I needed to do something to help others. Then everything went to shit. Once I realized vengeance would fall to me and the girls, I told myself I would join them, avenge my father and get out. Now, there is nothing else I would rather be doing.
This is my legacy. My children’s legacy, if I have any, and it is going to be what we leave behind. Anyone not on board, can take a shot to the head.
TWO
TICIANO
It’s January. I missed Christmas with my family for the first time in my life. I’m annoyed as hell, and it shows. My family has been expanding into other jurisdictions for years now, but it wasn’t until I pissed my father off about six months ago. I can’t even remember what I did to make him mad, but his justice was swift. I miss Cuba and I miss my home. Making Miami a new base of operation for us was a no-brainer but I definitely didn’t want to be the one forced to come here and make a go of it. I’m thirty-five and have never been married. I’ve never been able to find a woman who could keep with my lifestyle. Not that I was looking all that hard for one. I kill people for a living and that doesn’t really make for ideal first date dinner conversation. Not that I’ve been on that many first dates. I hate it when things get complicated. The second they are, I’m ready to move on.
As a Valladares, I have certain responsibilities. Certain duties. Duties that I happen to love. One of those duties includes getting our clubs open and keeping them legal, at least on the surface. That’s the reason I find myself in the police station, the one place in the world that I hate. I’m waiting in line for the police chief to sign off the liquor license for Club V, our newest club that opens in two weeks. Of course, it’s a front but this guy doesn’t need to know that.
“Mr. Valladares. Sorry to keep you waiting. The Chief is finishing up with someone and will be with you shortly. Please have a seat.”
“Thank you, Officer Hutchens,” I say looking at the badge pinned to her chest. If I didn’t know this was really the police station, I think she was a stripped in that too tight uniform. It’s an immediate turn-off for me. She winks at me, but I ignore her. Lady Law isn’t for me. Not only would it be bad for business but I’m pretty sure one of my cousin’s has taken her out.
I take a seat over where she gestured to and pull out my phone. I answer some emails and texts that I had been putting off while I wait. After what seemed like forty-five minutes, I hear a flurry of activity from the officers seated at desks around the area where I’m sitting. From somewhere behind a door in desperate need of WD-40, creaks open, and a gorgeous brown-haired goddess walks out followed by a cop.
“Miss Esposito, your counsel has been called and so has your… colleague,” the cop says before leaving her standing by the door.
“Thanks,” she replies, and my entire body goes on alert. Her voice is strong and delicious. My cock jumps in my pants so much so that I have to adjust myself discreetly.
“Have a seat here and we’ll let your know when your lawyer gets here.” It doesn’t seem like she’s paying much attention to the man, but she eventually sits down. She stares down at her lap. I can feel her breathing and see her tits heave with each deep inhale she takes. I can’t stop staring at her. She has this aura about her. I adjust my tie and clear my throat. Then she looks up and over at me. Her deep brown eyes are so much more than brown. They look like whiskey with honey mixed in. I could get lost in her eyes.