Chapter 16 The Hunger Of The Don

• The door opened following a knock and the Gullah woman swept in, her rich, scarlet skirt sweeping the floor, her blouse heavily embroidered, chunky jewellery adorning her wrists and throat. She was a spectacle to behold, her ornate headdress immaculate and regal looking, lips painted bright cherry red, red-tipped nails waving as she strode across.
• Roxanne tried to move back. But the Mafia Don kept holding her wrist as he watched Luna Rhyme, his icy grey eyes narrowing, his legs apart, in the classic pose of aman getting ready to fight.
• ‘Senor Van Dyke,” said the woman in her throaty voice, the southern drawl more evident as she smiled at him, an amorous look in her eyes. It was voluptuous, even raunchy, her appearance and her manner towards the Don.