Her disguise
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Last published Tue, Jun 24, 2025
I walk into the bar hoping this job won't be lengthy, luckily my target is right here. I slither my way to the woman "Can I buy you a drink?" I whisper to this lady in a suit, "sure, double shot of vodka" the woman looks at me, I can't make out the way she's looking but this works for me I can handle myself. I ring up our drinks but the woman catches me off guard slowly moving her hand up my dress piercing me with her eyes.
Asphyxia works a high-profile job, she is headstrong and popular with the women, and she is the best detective on her team. Love is the last thing on her mind. That is until she meets mafia princess- Claudia Ramirez, will she put her job first or risk everything for her?
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