The Mafia Don's Obsession
“Don’t tell her about my illness. Please, Tesoro mio?’
I was sixteen but life had made me grow up quickly. I could see what my poor mother could not or would not see; Sondra wanted to change but the cards were stacked against her.
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For a couple of months, things went well.
She tried to give up her habit, tried to be a good mother to the child who barely cried. Once, Sondra told me about the kind of movies she had been performing in.
Bondage, she said dully, her face like stone. Brutal sex.
Somewhere along the way, she had had enough and had run away. But if Worthington found her, he would drag her into the mire of misery she had escaped from, she said, her voice a dry sob. Worse, he would
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