The Mafia's Little Raven
A small gasp escaped my lips, and I quickly clapped a hand over my mouth, remembering Damien’s threat.
I walked over to my bed and carefully placed the phone on the nightstand, my fingers itching to touch it again, it feels like it was burning my hand, and I could tell its from my over excitement.
I finally picked it up, my thumbs hovering over the screen before I tentatively tapped it, the display lighting up with a vibrant glow.
I went straight to the app store, my fingers flying across the screen as I downloaded the apps I used to escape into other worlds well my e-reader, a few social media platforms I rarely used, and a couple of mindless games.
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