Fatally Her PT 10

The Chocolate Assassin was wrapped in a double breasted Brioni Suit. Blue. No hat just frames Ray Bands. Cigar smoke was his atmosphere. Big Pinky ring—Diamond bling dancing off the lights. A jazz band was blowing a note. His date’s ebony – brown was light. She had a supermodels’ taste. She was petite enough assContinue reading “Fatally Her PT 10”

4am In Atlantic City

4Am In A.C Just another love song, or just another crime wave? Emotions, Sex, cash, guns, love, and death. For me, it was for the love of the heist. For her, it was for the love of the ice. “I love you, but I love diamonds more.” Her voice. I respected her position money overContinue reading “4am In Atlantic City”