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but I feel overwhelmed, too overwhelmed, exaggerated and I don't know how to get out of my head the stupidity I proposed to Victor, he didn't stop calling me until I answered him by a message and he told me that he would do anything to make me trust him again It was a tempting offer that he left still in disbelief, I thought he would say no because he is too selfish with sharing what he thinks belongs to him so I wildly told him that if he really "loved" me as he said he would accept my terms for me to trust him and the first thing that came to my mind was to tell him... "a threesome" "God... even my face burns remembering I told him that".

A few more steps… he's getting nearer… and nearer… AHHHCK! I knelt and progressed into rapping. "Please kill us! I mean, no! Don't kill us! You won’t get anything good from our bodies!” The old man ruffles his brow. Oh my god, am I not that convincing?! “We— don't have money. We have a bad liver because we always drink alcohol until we pass out! I have a bad lungs because we're so engaged in smoking, even the illegal ones? You know? Okay, we even smoke cocaine, ecstasy, and we're like jamming because it's funny to have a comrade doing the same thing as you like no matter how illegal it is, you know? And… I have a brother to support. Please… not us?"

I replied. "Business. Define businesses Miss Alessandro?" He wanted me to say it. He wanted to know that I had no problem or issue with it. That even though he was what he was I wouldn't see him differently. And I didn't. "Substances trafficking, arms trade, interference with the Italian Mafia. And lastly and the most disturbing of them all, ownership of plenty sex shops and pleasure houses." I didn't breath until I stopped talking. "Pleasure houses?" He laughed.

Just not the whole truth. Because where I was really going…Was somewhere I hadn’t stepped foot in for a long time. A place buried beneath the city. Hidden from law enforcement. From rules. From morality. The Underground fight circuits. Not for the spectacle. Not tonight. But for something else. Something they used behind closed doors. For their most brutal fighters. A substance. Illegal. Unregulated. Dangerous. Designed to strip a man down to his most primal instincts. It amplified aggression. Heightened violence. Drowned out hesitation.

To show the extent of my determination to finish college and achieve my dreams — I’d delivered drugs and other illegal stuff just to pay for tuition and other piling bills. Except for one thing. The one thing I’d sworn I’d never do no matter how desperate I was. No matter how hungry I was. But life was mysterious and I was sure the day I’d made that vow, life had cackled in my face and said, “just you wait and see.” I was here. After much contemplation. No body needed a nanny. For the moment at least. My drug and ammunition delivery jobs, well, my bosses were currently on the run from the law after a fight had broken out and led to the loss of three lives — one among them was an innocent bys

He breathed heavily and smirked at the sight of the woman trembling with so much pleasure. "That is the kind of sex you deserve, my love. Do not settle for less." He kissed her cheek and disappeared to look for his next victim. In just an hour, Malovich was able to fuck ten women and also had his fill with blood. He did not have a particular type. He fucked anyone he finds attractive and left them satisfied and wrecked. They will wake up not remembering what happened, but the great sex he gave them will always stay at the back of their minds, and they will keep looking for it from their lover—which won't be given to them.

he growled, punctuating his words with a hip rotation. I was at his mercy. My life was his to control and surely the same with my orgasm. “Please,” I mewled, my hips matching his movement, thrust for thrust. His eyes darkened, his gaze dropping to the point that we were joined, “You are such a dirt whore, sleeping with a criminal, isn’t that against your code of conduct?” he hissed. I didn’t care, all I knew was that what he was doing, he better not stop it.

That left only one option - the black market. Illegal dealers operated in the shadows of Lunar Isle, peddling restricted items like Dark Matter and old talismans rumored to be dripping in dark magic. According to Jude, who had been tasked with hunting those criminals back when he was Ryker’s enforcer, most of those talismans were fake—merely items cursed, hexed, or bewitched to cause silly things like bloody diarrhea, projectile vomiting moths, and other terrifying things. My only in with that crowd had been through Coop.

Hence with this concept and sentiment, the good side of it (the reasonableness way of doing things) had then been overshadowed by the dark cloud. Malice aforethought became the order of the day; anywhere they are found in the world. Initiating an unseen criminality record ever practiced by a black community in the world. Where cerebrations and intentions behind a wrongful act is well simulated without shame. A mens rea (knowledge that the act is illegal) well garnered and sponsored. Backed by high government officials of their country at times.

Aaliyah's bachelorette party was wild! It can't even be classified as a Bachelorette party, it was a full-on sex party, an orgy party. I had forgotten that that was Aaliyah and Antonio liked to party. Thinking about it lead me to the day I met Antonio and Aaliyah, they wanted to have a threesome and I was that night's pick. Antonio and Aaliyah are highly sexual and weren't afraid to show it at all, I liked that about them, but it made me wonder how Harry and I coped, and how Harry was going to cope for the rest of his life as today is the day He and Aaliyah get to make that bold decision and say “I Do” to each other.