MAFIA'S DOMINANT LOVE
“I’m not talking about the song and dance you put on for the rest of the world, Madonna. I’m talking about the inside, the part you hide from everyone else.”
“What makes you think I’m hiding?” She struggles to hold eye contact, and slow blinks give her the reprieve she needs. Her lips part as frustration creeps in, and she pulls away, only stopped by the closed door behind her. “I’m not hiding.”
I lower my arm, straightening my back. “Okay, you keep telling yourself that lie, and you might start believing it.”
I’m poked in the chest before I can stop her, and then she pokes me again. “You don’t know me any more than I know you.” She turns away, tugging open the heavy door. “I don’t know why
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