A Pet for the Mafia Dons
A huge shelf crowded with designer cosmetics, branded ones, stood in one corner, and I shook my head.
My lips turned up derisively.
What a dreadful waste!
Staring at myself contemplatively, I noticed that the bruise under my eye from Pagie Hardy’s assault had faded. Or been skillfully hidden by clever make-up, care of the two who had come to do my face and hair, before I left.
Disgust shot through me, hands and I dry heaved.
What a dreadful, decadent place. Where every depraved whim would be satisfied.
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Sighing, I touched up my make-up after visiting the toilet and washing my hand, using the aromatic handwash which stood in a long, slim glass bottle. I shook my head again as I touched up
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