The Flight Attendant And The Mafia

The Flight Attendant And The Mafia

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When you go on a vacation you usually expect everything to be almost perfect. But that is not my case. I wanted some action and adventure in my boring life. Yes I did want adventure and action, but I didn't expect to get it. I mean i did have it a little. As a flight attendant you get adventure. But I was a whole other case. I got into some real shit when I slapped an Italian. But it wasn't my fault. He decided to provoke me, and yeah I lost it. I'm not really a patient person. So yeah it's entirely his fault. And he deserved it. To be continued.. xoxo
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My life before was just like my name, Haven. Everything was peaceful, everything went my way, and I had everything that I needed. If I wanted something, I'd have it in a snap. I didn't need to move, make an effort, or work for it. I just needed my daddy's tiny rectangular card that might look insignificant but carried the world on its little sharp edges. Money might not equate to happiness, but it certainly made life easier for me. And yet a year later, from heaven I was dropped into my version of hell. Now, I'm standing in the aisle of a grocery store, wondering if I should just buy another batch of instant noodles because I don't want to waste money-money that I barely have to begin with-on food that will just end up being barely edible. Was that the hell I'm talking about? No. It's working unbelievably long hours just to get paid basically nothing, and wanting to buy food to eat because I haven't had one meal for the day, only to end up having a gun on my head. Oh, and before I forget-kidnapped! At a grocery store! My version of hell? It's the tattooed, hot-headed Italian and head of a secret criminal society, Allessio Cascella. Written by: MsButterfly Cover by: Yrra Book Cover

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