Mafia

The third story in the 'Mafia' series "Adalina, who was that man?" Iosif asked, possesivly. "It's not really of your concern, Isoif." I replied standing, only reaching below his collar bones. "You see, Adalina, it is my concern." He replied and I arched an eyebrow. "Because," He began sliding an arm around my wais...

Prisoner 409

"I am so sorry I'm late." My red woolly hair flopped onto my face and I huff, throwing my bag on the chair to put it up. I haven't noticed the prisoner yet as I pull down my black pencil skirt that stuck to my hips a little too tight due to the shrinkage in the washing machine. "This. . . is my therapist?" A deep mock...