Sometimes vengeance is not only for the Lord.
~writingRo~
Writer's Voice
Romano stepped from the shadows of the luncheon hotel into the reception at exactly 7 pm on Friday of the same week he spoke with Mia about her k********g. It was chilly, but that wasn't the reason he was in a black leather trench coat and groves. He was there to collect an overdue debt.
The luncheon wasn't the best hotel in the area; neither was it luxurious, but it was the best hideout for the Mafia and low lives. Also, it provided every vice known to man, p**********n, gambling, and everything else in between.
A young man in glasses sat behind a screened door looking suspiciously at Rom while adjusting the glasses around his nose. There was something different about Romano, something that set him apart f
