Handsome, fearless Lathe Bronson is New York City’s weapon against crime. He works and lives alone, fighting a war in the back streets where gangs operate in the dark. Pretty soon, they start fearing him, and give the cop a fitting name. They call him Lucifer.<br><br>Dissatisfied with his pampered, sheltered life, gorgeous Anjelo decides to escape by getting acquainted with life on the streets. Innocent and na?ve, he feels drawn to the city’s dark side. But he’s an easy target in an underworld with no rules.<br><br>When his path crosses Lathe’s, sparks fly. Can he overcome his own dark side and save Anjelo? Or will Anjelo’s wings get singed, trying to find love?

King of Sin

But there was one bright spot—his saxophone.


As he stared longingly at it, it stirred good memories, as well as sad ones. But he couldn’t let himself get bogged down in those bad memories, so he shook his head to clear it and went on to other, happier thoughts. As it rested in its holder by his window, he ached to sit back and entertain the neighborhood with a scratchy rendition of the blues, but unfortunately, he had one more client to see before he could call it a day. Just then he heard a knock on the door, and with slow, tired movements, he took one last drag off his ever-present stunted cigarette that he held between his forefinger and thumb, and then crushed it out.


“Come on in. The door’s open,” Lathe called out tiredly.


“Mr. Bronson? Lathe Bronson?” The young man said with a cool, uptown sound to his voice.


“Yeah, that’s me. What can I do—” Lathe began, but when he looked up at the young man, he seemed to lose his breath, his speech, and all his good sense.


Chapter 3