Prologue
First time I saw her she was pouring some pervy old man a shot. She was cute, but I paid her no mind.
Second time I saw her she was standing two spots in front of me in a Starbucks line. Small world.
I guess third time is really a charm, because the third time I saw she toting a semi-automatic, saving my life.
A sly smile on her beautiful face was the last thing I saw on her face as the darkness swallowed me.
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Tookes
General FictionSamantha Tookes owns bar/club Tookes in Hoboken, New Jersey. She is also a part-time shooter for the Patoli Italian Mafia, with a hidden agenda. Antonio Masen Patoli is stone cold killer, a crook, a drug lord. He knows every single move going on in...
