Akarist
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"Arturo, listen...."
"Acid," he corrected.
I waved it off. "Arturo, this has to stop,"
"What has to stop?" He asked nonchalantly as always.
"This!" I swing my hand, gesturing between us. "We can't continue doing this. It has to stop. We can't be together. It is not right."
He rolled his eyes.
"I am older than you. There is a ten years gap between us, can't you see that?!"
He shrugged. "Feels like ten minutes,"
I scoffed in disbelief.
"Feels more like ten seconds," he said, adding to my frustration.
"What the....are you even understanding the point i am trying to make right now?"
He got on his feet, letting out at sigh. "Listen, Mami, I didn't have breakfast today because my belly and taste buds were craving something else."
I furrowed my brows in confusion.
What the....
"Can you do me a favor, get your hot self on that desk behind you and spread your legs so I can have an indecent breakfast?"
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When twenty-five-year-old Arturo Giovanni, infamously known as "Acid," the stone-cold killer of the Vikings Mafia, set his eyes on his professor's new assistant, Annie Santiago, a thirty-five-year-old single, inexperienced, and old-fashioned beauty, something in his lifeless heart, which thrived on ending lives, stirred. He became obsessed, determined to make Annie his, no matter the ten-year age gap, the forbidden student-teacher connection, or his deadly reputation.
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