MAFIA’S WILD OBSESSION
I rounded the corner once again till I was back to her side, passing her one of the glasses.
"My version of living is doing whatever the fuck I want. Everyone dies eventually, and not always from a liver failure." My gaze settled pointedly on her.
The men before me are quite notorious for dying in far more gruesome ways.
It'd only be a pleasure.
"You mean your version of living is succumbing to your body's every desire, even if it's bound to kill you?"
I lifted my glass to my lips, pausing to meet her defiant sea-blue eyes. "Usually, my body knows exactly what it wants. And right now, it's a curious blonde that doesn't know when to keep her mouth shut. Drink up."
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