Black Tuesday - A Short Story

Black Tuesday - A Short Story

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It's the 1920's and the world is great, everything is abandoned and no one has a job! The great depression has come and well...never left! Which caused the world to soon spiral into a never ending rut. Now the Mafia rules and people struggle for just a drink of water and no one can see a brighter future except one man who hopes to have his life back but soon he realizes that his dreams now must become action as his life turns upside down! And he's going along for the ride, guns and liquor, survival and friendship what priorities will Levi make to take control of his future and live the life he once had. (This is a short but I do plan on continuing it)
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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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