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"Why did you choose me, of all your whores, to be your personal one?"
"Tut, tut. I don't like that mouth on you, mi amore."
"Vaffanculo!" His green eyes darkened with an emotion I wish I wasn't on the end of. But with my luck, I am.
"Speak like that to me again and I will fuck you until you pass out." He hissed through those perfect lips.
***
Monroe Ramona didn't particularly want to be kidnapped by the Italian Mafia, but as her bad luck runs, she did. On a Saturday night in San Francisco.
All under the careful eye of Marco Valencia and his cronies.
And of course her bad karma for putting that box of cookies on the pasta shelf on purpose...
(CONTAINS HEAVY SEXUAL CONTENT, USE OF DRUGS, VIOLENCE AND STRONG LANGUAGE... and bad translated Italian... HAH!)