37 Partes Continúa Contenido adulto"You're not special, you know that right?" She taunted. A sadistic smirk enveloped my poised lips, "Is that so?" I indulge, placing the cigar between my lips and bringing the lighter to the end of the object. A small chuckle left her lips before she drew me in with a simple look, "You're exactly the same as the other, old and perverted men who come to this very club... small dick... big ego.." She taunted. "Big dick, big ego..." I correct, "I'm no pervert... you want me much more than I want you.." She laughs once more, "Trust me princess... if it weren't for the money you happen to give me, I wouldn't come within a mile radius of the likes of you, and by the way... people who have to tell you they have a big dick, never do... like ever..."
Maeve Valentine, the bane of life itself. British to the core, with the ego of a man. Beautifully broken some might call her, her friends were her only family. A feminist head to toe, she takes no shit from anyone. A professional dancer, a stripper some might call her, it didn't matter at the end of the day, money is money no matter where it comes from.
Santiago Russo, a heritage as complicated as his past, with an ever-growing ego. Born and raised in the heart of Las Vegas, he knew his way of the city. Professionally scorned, he was his only family. Trust no one, lose no one, that was what he lived by. A professional, and international assassin, at just 25 years old, he was a billionaire, and extremely professional about it. Money is money no matter where it comes from. Your business is your own...