Benches
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Inspired by Shakespeare's "As You Like It." ********************************************************************************** Ever the Good Samaritan, Liz never hesitates to help out anyone. . . after a few strong shoves from her saintly mother, of course. One day, Liz volunteers to pick up her little brother from soccer practice with surprisingly little prodding. The fact that she was promised Taco Bell and a pass on taking out the trash is irrelevant. But when she meets a mysterious stranger in the park where she may or may not have been stalking him, Liz promises to become Mother Theresa if it will make attractive boys fall out of the sky and into her lap. Although he seems charming, the hot guy from the bench in the woods is obviously hiding something. Mafia involvement? Drug lord father? Abandoned on a church step in a cardboard box? Only time will reveal the truth to be something far worse yet infinitely better than Liz ever dared to hope.
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Cash I fucked up. Or rather, I'm fucked up. How did I, a high ranking member of the French mafia, allow myself to be distracted by this... stripper? I was supposed to use her for information, that's it. It should have been easy. I pay her money and she tells me about the Russians. Simple. Except, I fucked it up. I let the one advantage we had over them go because I fucking claimed her. What's even worse is that she hates pretending to be my woman and fights me with every single thing. Yeah, it's a fucked up situation but now that I've met her and she's mine, I wouldn't change a goddamn thing. Lux I fucked up. I knew the risk of the Russian men finding out about me but I went along with it anyway. Hell, I almost had to. If you were offered $10,000 to ask a man a few question, would you turn it down? You're a goddamn liar if you say no. Or maybe you're smart as hell because now I'm stuck with a mafia man that refuses to leave me alone. I'm now in between a war I never knew existed. If I had the chance to go back and never meet Cash, would I do it? You damn right I would. Who am I kidding? Now I'm the goddamn liar.

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