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„Ugh shut the fuck upppppppppp" I scream at my phone. I turn off my alarm and stand up from my mattress. Normally I would sleep on a bed but since I can't afford one the mattress is the only solution. I like my apartment. „It's small but it's in New York" I try to convince myself. First thing in the morning to do is drink my coffee and have breakfast. I wasn't shopping so ramen it is. After finishing eating I go shower only to realize that I can't stop think about the hot fuckman from yesterday. The way his hands touched my waist, how our bodies moved like it was one. My right hand reaches to my clit where I slowly start to rub it. Thinking about the hot fuckman. My left hand grabs my breast as I start to moan. „What the fuck are you doing?!" Daynara gasps. „what the fuck is wrong with you I was enjoy myself and you interrupted me daynara!" „I'm sorry but you look sexy while masturbating under the shower honey." she smiles and goes outside. „There goes my orgasm" I talk to myself while stepping out of the shower. Dynara and I are talking about yesterday in my kitchen. She explains the hot fuckman is actually the owner of the club and I slapped him . „Dammit I'm gonna lose my job." I whisper angrily. „You really need to apologize in order to stay at the job. Also he is known by „Scar" maybe that helps when talking to him" she suggests. No way i won't apologize he wanted to kiss me without my permission! Laying on my mattress in the living room I start the TV which tells about a man who killed someone called „Tyler". Probably a serial killer because the victim has a symbol „SSS" on his stomach. Maybe „SSS" is his identity. I love hearing how someone got murdered.
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I haven't slept all night because I was thinking about that working whore. Her smell and smile is so addictive. How dare she slap my face? No one dares to slap me. I am Sicó Scar Salvatore. The Italian mafia boss. No one gets to do that but honestly it turned me on. I love pain and I love blood. „We found him boss" Adriano and Luciano say as they come inside my room interrupting my thoughts about her. „Well we can't let our guest wait, can we?" ••• Walking into my cellar I see a tall skinny man tied up to a chair. Luciano cut off five of his fingers just for fun which explains the big amout of blood on my floor. „This man works for our biggest enemy. He thought he could betray me. Snitch on me. But we can't let that happen, right?" I say gently to my members and him. „So be a dear and tell me where your boss is otherwise I'm gonna make you eat your own dick." I smirk. As I grab my knife and place it on his stomach he shouts „He is in New York, waiting to kill you." Everyone laughs hard. No one can kill me. „We need to find his family and kill each one of them." Luciano and Adriano nod. As usual I cut my symbol „SSS" on his forehead and pull the trigger causing a big hole in his throat. I love seeing people suffer. „She did slap you in your face boss that was pretty funny. Gotta admit she is super hot." Luciano jokes around. I give him an angry look before I go into my car.
