Hands Down Mariana Zapata 소설 & 이야기

Safely again. After hearing that Fabio would be in attendance, she wanted to ask if she could sit this one out, but she knew that it would be a waste. She could endure everything, dance and do what they wanted and when they were all distracted, she could find out where he kept her baby. Simple as that, if only it was that simple. "I hate that mascara”. Mia slapped off the hands of the woman who was doing her make-up from her face. " I hate the color of that lipstick”. Mia slapped her hand off again. She could see the woman through the mirror in front. The woman, Marianna, was gritting her teeth and seething in fury, but she said nothing.

I glanced at the half-filled bottle of whiskey on the table, biting my bottom lip before taking it and gulping down what was left in it. My name is Charlotta Garcia Pérez, a 21-year-old, 5'6", Mexican-American brunette. I'm a hooker, but not your regular type of hooker. I'm a femme fatale, working for the infamous Black-Hearts syndicate here in LA. Judge me all you want; I was no saint. I left the honest me in the past after my parents died. I was abandoned by those who were closest to family. I hid within me the battle between the wild and the polite girl, until I met Don-Diego, the head of the Black Heart Syndicate. He helped me, and in return, I have to work for him. Don-Diego was the one