CALAVERA: The Mafia’s Caged Bride
After a month of seeing strange men parade half-naked through her old apartment, I’d had enough.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not some untouched nun. Please. I ‘know’ styles….moves that could humble pornstars. It’s just… lately? It’s been too long.
Like the Sahara Desert levels of long.
I brushed my teeth, showered, threw on shorts and a T-shirt, and shuffled back to the kitchen in search of food.
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Athena’s voice drifted down the hall, cracked and raw like she’d been crying. When I stepped in, she spun so fast she nearly dropped her phone. Her eyes went wide, mouth falling open.
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