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nveloped us. "I'll find it," I said, my confidence unwavering as I licked my lips and reclined back against the comforting leather, sinking into the moment. The car's interior was quiet, save for the soft crackle of our cigarettes and the

ooter. He was only two years younger than I was. No one knew of his existence until his parents died, and my parents took him in. He was only ten years old

oss of the Italian Mafia and

most loyal guard; he would take a bullet for me. I admire his skill, and I trust him with my life. Likewise, Raphael does too. He nod

hair perfectly. I looked at what he saw: some ladies were looking our way

y fell to their knees for a one-night stand with me. So when

ded tonight. Moving to my VIP section, I nodded my head to Sergio; he knows what to do. I neede

nt of her. How the fuck did she maintain such long hair? She was wearing a very short red dress tha

dies with cake-like makeup. "You can have them, Sergio," I responded. I was more curious to see that lady face. "Boss,

t the brunette. "I thought you were talking to the blond

want this o

l; she's mine tonight,"

get the hot ones. Do y

ut to fi

" he said, and with that

"Two shots of vodka," I addressed the guy behind the co

bent down, looking at her phone. She took the v

in a bar full of bad people alone?"That go

w I am painfully hard. She's fucking beautif

as speechless. I have never been speechless in front of a lady before; I don't even know her name yet. I'm... I'm, hmm

ing at me, waiti

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