Dg Lookism Novels & Stories

D G. Gary scrutinized the photo, tracing his finger over the initials on the man's neck. The letters were undoubtedly significant, but he couldn't be certain of their meaning. DG could stand for anything, even a high-end fashion brand like Dolce and Gabbana. Gary slouched into his armchair, intently examining the initials. The "&" symbol nestled between the letters hinted at the amalgamation of two names, perhaps of lovers. However, the dot punctuating the letters confirmed that it was a complete name.

Don Luciano paused, his green eyes darkening in a deadly way as he glanced towards where I was hiding like he knew I was there. Goosebumps covered my entire body as my heart skipped a beat because that couldn't be possible, right? I hadn't made a single noise since I had been here so there was no way he would know that I was hiding in the dark so perhaps he had a hunch or something. "None of the laws or police forces in the entire world are legal or straightforward. Yes, there might be a few good ones arising but at the end of the day, the bad ones silence them out." Don Luciano said and Lucien rolled his eyes, regaining his composure.

Nothing at all. Wait, who is that? Lingga? With whom? I had chosen Lingga from a list of profiles my pimp had given me, but he was very averse to male clients. Lingga was an unforgettable gigolo, especially since he was on the best product list. His muscular proportions were more voluptuous than Aryo's when displayed in a large room for auction. I waited for the woman with Lingga to leave and then approached him, just to say hello outside the fast food franchise.