Nightlife

Nightlife

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New York, 1924. With the abolition of alcohol in full effect, speakeasies and crime have grown significantly. A detective is chasing after a mafia boss, one who has just inherited the gang after his father recently passed. However, the detective is not who he seems on the outside; there's a reason he usually works in the middle of the night. When the two meet, something clicks, and neither of them can find the will to kill each other - instead, they fall in love. I am awful at summarising things please forgive me.
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I've lived a life of fear, depression, sorrow, bondage and feeling caged by my childhood. Now I am stepping into adulthood and I thought all that would change. Sure I will still have issues but nothing I couldn't get through with time right? ("Wrong") Danger came knocking at my door and I was hopeless but to do anything but fall and become a victim again like when I was a child because I was weak and scared. Until I am introduced to one of my best friend boyfriend who looked like a Wall Street trust fund gangster. He introduced me to my bosses boss, Camillo Costello-Capone. When I look into the tall sexy Viking archangel's stormy smokey gray eyes I didn't think that this godlike man ever seen a bad day or knew what it was because in his wealthy semi-royal life everything was giving or handed to him or he would and could take it. Boy oh boy was I wrong about him wrong about it all. If I once felt dead and broken when I met him I became alive and whole but being loved, wanted, needed and desire by him would only make me wish for death or something close to it.

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