His Dangerous Love: The Writer And The Don

I was exactly three thousand words away from eviction when the heir to the New York underworld smashed my laptop and offered me a job instead of an apology.

Dante Vitiello wanted me to write a memoir that would paint him as a saint.

I moved into his penthouse, thinking I could keep things professional. But when his arranged fiancée, the daughter of the Chicago Outfit, arrived, she didn't see an employee. She saw a threat.

She didn't just humiliate me; she leaked fake evidence to the press, branding me as a federal informant.