Angel In The Mafia’s Hell
Lindsaybetrayed, then back for bloodher tears were my lighthere i am once again torn into pieces
bizarre.
Despite all that, he continued to shower me with candy and flowers, his way of trying to soothe my frustrations. It was sweet, but I was still furious. He kept insisting that I return to the club, that nothing would happen again. Finally, I decided to call him.
“Angel,” he answered on the second ring, his deep, rich voice like milk chocolate.
“I need you to stop telling other employers not to hire me,” I demanded.
“No,” he replied, so simply, so confidently.
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