Infrared

Infrared

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Armani Johnson only concept in life was to try to compromise Leati Anoa'i corrupt business plans she didn't know that she would soon be face with the most difficult decision in her life which was to sacrifice her life and join his underground business or witness the ones she love die at the fate of a bullet to the head. It's a game of chess not checkers and the only sore loser would be her. The lifestyle of the business is just to cover up the heinous acts of violence.
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My life before was just like my name, Haven. Everything was peaceful, everything went my way, and I had everything that I needed. If I wanted something, I'd have it in a snap. I didn't need to move, make an effort, or work for it. I just needed my daddy's tiny rectangular card that might look insignificant but carried the world on its little sharp edges. Money might not equate to happiness, but it certainly made life easier for me. And yet a year later, from heaven I was dropped into my version of hell. Now, I'm standing in the aisle of a grocery store, wondering if I should just buy another batch of instant noodles because I don't want to waste money-money that I barely have to begin with-on food that will just end up being barely edible. Was that the hell I'm talking about? No. It's working unbelievably long hours just to get paid basically nothing, and wanting to buy food to eat because I haven't had one meal for the day, only to end up having a gun on my head. Oh, and before I forget-kidnapped! At a grocery store! My version of hell? It's the tattooed, hot-headed Italian and head of a secret criminal society, Allessio Cascella. Written by: MsButterfly Cover by: Yrra Book Cover

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