Mafia’s Contract: Tormented III
I could feel my blood roaring in my veins at the absurdity of the insinuated vendetta and I felt like punching a hole into the wall.
"But, Signora....''
"No, Laylah! Get that bloody thought out of your mind and fix me the damn smoothie." After all, it was the only thing that seemed to be kind to my stomach, since everything either came out of my butt hot and flaming, or it didn't even make it past my stomach without coming back. I just blamed the whole thing on the acute stress of being haunted by the world and having to fight back every damn time. This whole Valero shit was slowly driving me out of my mind, especially when he was being a sneaky unpredictable old fart that struck when I wasn
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