Chicago Leo

All Femme Fatale Books can be read as Standalones.

“Well, let’s get our hands dirty, shall we?”

Come closer as secrets fall from these burgundy stained lips.

If it isn’t drugs, women, or weapons. What is it, you wonder we trade favors for? What every man and woman want, the one thing that drives the human spirit to do the most unspeakable and incredible acts—money. We are in the business of lending, fabricating, recruiting millions every day.

We loan paper; we own currency. If dead presidents weren’t famously slapped on our money, faces we greet every day in the mirror would be etched on the material in infamy.

They may forget our faces, names, hell, even our empire. But they will close their eyes and hear the shift in our shoes, the scent of my perfume. They will remember that even gods get scared, even if they are just ghosts.

And do you know what they will say to us when we die? As the fortress of Hell encircles us? Come closer as I whisper, “Welcome to the Chicago Leo.”

One thing is for sure, where the Empress resides, skeletons and a splash of mystery thrive.

◆Aren't you a little curious why they let a woman become King?◆

18+ Mature Content, Explicit Language, Alcohol & Drug Use, Sexual and Violent Scenes, Trigger Warning