The Mafia in the book store

The Mafia in the book store

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One day while I was walking to the bathroom to change my pad and pop a quick pill, maybe it's birth control or maybe it's adderal idk at this point. Walking out of the bathroom I run into a guy rolling a blunt and listenig to some juice world that sounds like shit. Something about this grunge Harry Potter wannabe really turned me on my pussy moistened at the sight of his coiled messy hair fliping in the air of the broken air conditnor. My inner core now throbbing I quickly brushed past him but even though his wannabe Harry Potter looking ass turned me on he smelled like rotten fish dippped in weed so I knew I had to get out of there. All the sudden I saw something I wasn't suppose to see and then everything went black like my pubes.
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Life never was going to be easy, I knew that. But even I couldn't anticipate teaming up with my ex-boyfriends mysterious wife, or the darkness she unintentionally walks us into. All bets are off when one of the Kings of the underworld requests an audience, and no fool, even a jester would deny him. Unless you want him off with your head. **** It's the simplest things that he makes seem so grand. The way he sits, blinks, hell even the way he picks up his glass of vodka. His tattooed hands wrapped around the glass, finding the right amount of grip so as to not break it. Glancing at him only one time I know he is the definition of beautiful chaos, perfection. One breath, two- "And that's your problem now." His deep voice whispers in my ear, the goosebumps that ripple my skin let me know this is very much real. "You don't realize that the promise of a man like me, is forever and binding."

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