The Captured Mafia Bride
he handed me a small ear board, and this glasses, would help us see everything that is going on.
“Shit,” I laughed, putting on the fancy tech glasses. “You have things like this?”
“Achilles allows me have full reign to your bank accounts. Trust me, you all are rich. Too rich if you asked me.”
I never cared about how much we had. “Okay, I think I am ready,” I said, standing in front of the mirror. My hair is wild and the scars on my face are very vii. I tried to grin, but it looked more like I was taking a shit. “How do I look?”
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