John Viscondi
All of Manhattan knew: touch Vicondi's capital and you're dead. But only one woman could steal fifty million from him, make him smile and get the same amount in return. Only one beast in the entire city was capable of turning his rage into desire, and his revenge into a game. Her name was Alima. She was his wife. And now, having extinguished his cigar on the edge of the ashtray, John Vicondi was driving home. Exactly twenty minutes later she will open the door in a chic robe without underwear.
About John Viscondi
All of Manhattan knew: touch Vicondi's capital and you're dead. But only one woman could steal fifty million from him, make him smile and get the same amount in return. Only one beast in the entire city was capable of turning his rage into desire, and his revenge into a game. Her name was Alima. She was his wife. And now, having extinguished h...Read more