Undercover.
The sweat drips from my face and the little clothes I am wearing cling to my body and I feel gross, but so good at the same time.
I stop walking, seeing the woman from the other day walking towards me. I roll my eyes and turn to walk away.
“You? Who are you? Why are you here?” I groan and Lucifer growls I smirk.
“Carmella right?” I ask her as I watch this harlot standing a few feet away with her hands on her narrow waist. Her blonde hair is perfect, her body is tiny, with long legs. She reminds me of barbie, plastic, and fake. Wow, so this is what Antonio is into?
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