Dark Possession: A Mafia Romance
This was Dante Moretti, and after the stunt I pulled downstairs, there was a huge chance the boxes contained my worst nightmare.
Regardless, I dragged them inside, making a mental note to take another shower to wash off the fine beads of perspiration coating my skin.
Whispering a quick prayer to whoever cared to listen, I picked up my face blade and opened up the first box.
My breath caught in my throat. Before me were rows and columns of carefully arranged books, most of the covers bearing sweaty, half-naked men and women in different stages of copulation, and the ones that didn’t had dark covers with obscure details that were covert yet somehow let you know exactly what the book was about.