The Captured Mafia Bride
The girl's needle hatred gaze doesn't leave my body, and I finished the bowl of food, belching loudly.
“Look at this hungry pig,” Lois entered the room, laughing. She wore a short pink gown today, her hair in a pony tail. She looked horrible, makeup smeared over her face to hide that she was a despicable bitch. “See how hungry she sounded baby.”
Eli was standing behind her. He pushed her to the side and knelt in front of me. “Lyla,” he said.
“Bitch,” I replied.
Lois gasped. “Oh you insolent fucking fool,” she scowled. “I will skin your skin alive if you talk to him that way, ever again”
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