When The Mafia Falls In Love
He wanted me, and he was willing to do anything to get me, to possess me, to own me.
I watched him, a hawk watching its prey, as he stumbled over his words, his eyes never leaving mine, his face a map of longing and desperation. I think he was a kind of man used to getting what he wanted and when he wanted it and he saw me as the ultimate prize.. the one thing he couldn't buy or bribe his way into. And I, a chameleon, adapted to his whims, playing the role of the damsel in distress, the siren lulling him to his doom.
Bab Populer