this the right way because he really likes her. The three of us, along with eight other staff members, make up Mancini Developers. Business was going so well that I needed to hire at least five more people to help with the workload.
“You both make it sound like I’m running for political office. I’m just trying to help rebuild the poorest areas of the city.”
I rolled my eyes at both of them before I took a sip of my steaming hot coffee.
Ace erupted into uncontrollable laughter. I wanted to punch him in the face because I know why he’s laughing so hard. My past life of being a street thug with family mob ties is a total contradiction to what a political candidate should be. Don’t get me wrong, I know 99 percent of politicians are crooked, but if they knew my past, they’d run far and fast...or ask me for my help. I’m not proud of my past because I hurt a lot of people, including my family, but I’m not ashamed of it either because going through those tough times woke me up before I lost my life. It made me appreciate life and those who truly love me and it molded me into the man I am today. I worked hard to change my life and image, and I distanced myself from my father, uncle, and grandfather’s illegal activities. I will never forget the person I used to be. I need to remember what I don’t want to go back to: shaking down businesses, beating people up, money laundering, and dabbling in drug trafficking. And yes, even killing. I’ve been an honest businessman for twenty years now and I plan on keeping it that way.
“I mean mugged my cousin. “It wasn’t that funny, Ace,” I responded dryly.
“If you both feel I must have a date, where do you suggest I find one on such short notice?” I asked as I sat in my leather chair inside of my downtown office. There were several women I knew that I could call to fill the need, but then I’d run the risk of them wanting or expecting more of me, and I’m not interested.
A few moments ticked by as Lola and Ace thought about my question.
“Hire an escort,” Ace suggested nonchalantly.
I looked at my cousin as if he had grown another head out of his neck.
“You’re kidding, right?” Lola asked with a frown on her face.
“He’d better be,” I responded, mirroring her frown.
“Not the cheap escorts you can get on the corner. I’m talking about high-end classy escorts. They have those for events like this. No one would ever be the wiser.”
Lola and I looked at each other and then back at Ace.
“Why am I not surprised that you even know about this stuff? Who should I call? I doubt I could open up the yellow pages and find an escort.” I leaned back in my chair and crossed my arms, curious to hear what my cousin was going to say next.
“Umm, actually you can find escorts in the yellow pages. You just gotta read between the lines,” Ace winked. “And no, we don’t need to discuss how I know these things. I know somebody; she’s a friend of a friend. She’s really good and her girls are top notch. Whatever your taste may be, she has girls on her roster to fit your needs,” Ace replied.
“Give me her number. I want to talk to her myself.”
“I could’ve set it all up for you, but okay,” Ace mumbled, as he dug a business card out of his wallet and handed it to me.
I called Sandy Miller later that day. She was very nice, and our conversation lasted no more than five minutes as she easily answered all of my questions and put all of my concerns to rest. When she asked if I had a race preference, I told her no. I’ve never limited myself to one race, color or creed. And I informed her that I liked my women shapely with meat on their bones. She then sent me a text with a picture attached of the escort she had in mind for me, and I was blown away. She was beyond beautiful. She said her name was Sarah. I couldn’t help but wonder if that was her real name.
Sandy reassured me strict confidentiality. We met in person the next day to sign
“You both make it sound like I’m running for political office. I’m just trying to help rebuild the poorest areas of the city.”
I rolled my eyes at both of them before I took a sip of my steaming hot coffee.
Ace erupted into uncontrollable laughter. I wanted to punch him in the face because I know why he’s laughing so hard. My past life of being a street thug with family mob ties is a total contradiction to what a political candidate should be. Don’t get me wrong, I know 99 percent of politicians are crooked, but if they knew my past, they’d run far and fast...or ask me for my help. I’m not proud of my past because I hurt a lot of people, including my family, but I’m not ashamed of it either because going through those tough times woke me up before I lost my life. It made me appreciate life and those who truly love me and it molded me into the man I am today. I worked hard to change my life and image, and I distanced myself from my father, uncle, and grandfather’s illegal activities. I will never forget the person I used to be. I need to remember what I don’t want to go back to: shaking down businesses, beating people up, money laundering, and dabbling in drug trafficking. And yes, even killing. I’ve been an honest businessman for twenty years now and I plan on keeping it that way.
“I mean mugged my cousin. “It wasn’t that funny, Ace,” I responded dryly.
“If you both feel I must have a date, where do you suggest I find one on such short notice?” I asked as I sat in my leather chair inside of my downtown office. There were several women I knew that I could call to fill the need, but then I’d run the risk of them wanting or expecting more of me, and I’m not interested.
A few moments ticked by as Lola and Ace thought about my question.
“Hire an escort,” Ace suggested nonchalantly.
I looked at my cousin as if he had grown another head out of his neck.
“You’re kidding, right?” Lola asked with a frown on her face.
“He’d better be,” I responded, mirroring her frown.
“Not the cheap escorts you can get on the corner. I’m talking about high-end classy escorts. They have those for events like this. No one would ever be the wiser.”
Lola and I looked at each other and then back at Ace.
“Why am I not surprised that you even know about this stuff? Who should I call? I doubt I could open up the yellow pages and find an escort.” I leaned back in my chair and crossed my arms, curious to hear what my cousin was going to say next.
“Umm, actually you can find escorts in the yellow pages. You just gotta read between the lines,” Ace winked. “And no, we don’t need to discuss how I know these things. I know somebody; she’s a friend of a friend. She’s really good and her girls are top notch. Whatever your taste may be, she has girls on her roster to fit your needs,” Ace replied.
“Give me her number. I want to talk to her myself.”
“I could’ve set it all up for you, but okay,” Ace mumbled, as he dug a business card out of his wallet and handed it to me.
I called Sandy Miller later that day. She was very nice, and our conversation lasted no more than five minutes as she easily answered all of my questions and put all of my concerns to rest. When she asked if I had a race preference, I told her no. I’ve never limited myself to one race, color or creed. And I informed her that I liked my women shapely with meat on their bones. She then sent me a text with a picture attached of the escort she had in mind for me, and I was blown away. She was beyond beautiful. She said her name was Sarah. I couldn’t help but wonder if that was her real name.
Sandy reassured me strict confidentiality. We met in person the next day to sign
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