Whiskey Poison - A Mafia Romance

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work. If I wasn't so sick of hearing my own voice, I'd laugh. Or maniacally ca

flash of lightning? The patter of raindrops turning into a steady downpour? Sur

. I'm not sure what I expect to see. Maybe a countdown clock in the cloud

othing, o

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n all of my wonderful qualities. My self-d

today wouldn't find my joke especially funn

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you're the face people associate with th

e child in question is filthy, scrawn

the parent in question are studded

hink you're

a bear trap for a coochie." As far as things go, that one was pretty good. I rated it a te

ating profile," my boss, James, res

d. But at some point, the self-deprecat

them post-break up. Hence why I am standing on the doorstep of work tryi

e is no one

compact of compacts. She went on a "save the world" kick last year when she got out of rehab and bought a used Sm

phobia starts, it

o psych myself up. "Here we go. Make it home and you can take a shower and

die

shoulders. "It's just a ten-minute ride. Then th

brain, I skip "go" and

the bottom drawer of my desk for occasions like this. Because this is a soaking

protection

puddle. Looking around is pointless, anyway-no one is out in this deluge. Even if they were, I wouldn't be able

ange security light attached halfway up the brick facade, but it doesn't o

n orange puddle t

to rain, I would have carri

e with the lock chain in the dark. My fingers are slippery from all the water, and when they slip and I a

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pop the lock free, loop it around the base of the s

world tip

meone tips my

verloaded with things to notice, so when I'm yanked to my left and thrown unceremonious

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cunt," a deep

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me to my feet like I'm a sack of potatoes. I look back over my shoulder, but r

safety-I can

me against the brick wall. The ai

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ime, I get a good l

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h. Then he lets out a deep, bitter laugh that isn't mi

ase reports. The faces that stand out are few and far between. The woman wh

make an impression. He was just another in a line of parents too deep in the

ddenly, he's

ce breaks. An unspoken plea wedged between the

draws closer. The alcohol o

takes me r

being young and helpless. Back to making myself

his teeth. "You wrote in your fuc

d and tiptoed around adults like he was walking through

it too m

d it too

isn't blood pumping through my veins. It's panic. Fe

self. Push him

is front teeth is brown and the other is broken in h

t. Fight

on't fight back, it will be over sooner. The man will tire himself out hi

he hard way. There's

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all be o