THIS BOOK IS NOT PART OF THE 'NANNY FOR THE MAFIA' SERIES.
Have you ever heard that opposites attract each other?
But what happens when equals attract each other?
Both like to be in control.
Both deny their feelings.
Both are stubborn.
They hate eac...
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"I think I'm in love." It was the next day, more like afternoon, Andrea was back in my house talking about the crazy sex he had last night, with the guy he met.
Lucky motherfucker.
"It was the best sex of my life."
"If I didn't love you, right now, you would've been dead. You're making me jealous."
"Why? You told me you were going to the bedroom upstairs, though I didn't see the guy."
"Oh, and I went. And I also went on my knees and gave him the best blowjob of his life, and then..."
"And then?" Andrea asked.
"And then, the arrogant motherfucker, put his dick away and turned his back to me."
"Oh shit." He said, and started to laugh, hard.
"Though I gave him some homework."
"What did you do?"
"I just told him to search for quid pro quo." I said and shrugged.
"Poor guy."
"Oh he wasn't poor, that's for sure, his Versace suit said a lot. Anyway, I don't care about him or his money, I need a fucking vacation. I don't know what am I going to do."
"Everything will be fine."
"Easy for you to say, rich motherfucker, even though I have money to save it's in case I have to run."
Shit, shit, shit.
"Run?"
Fuck my life.
Before you go saying how bad of a friend I am, there's no need, I already know, yes we know each other for years, but I never told him this big part of my life. Just like he never really talked to me about his work.
The more he knows, the more danger he's in, and the last thing I want is to get my best friend hurt because of my big mouth.
And what could he do anyway?
This is my burden, and my burden only.
But maybe now is the time to talk to him, maybe just for once, I could let go and share my fears and worries with him. It's been years since I heard something from the old man, maybe he's already six feet under. Maybe they aren't after me anymore.
That would be so fucking good.
For once in my life, I didn't have to fight alone.
I had to fight for myself, alone, all these years.
Fight to escape that creep.
Fight with my place here in a new school with new people, who by the way weren'tverywelcoming when I started my year in high school.
