The Mobster And The Writer

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as I different? W

nice to see him as an ordinary human being, not as a mob killing machine (if he killed because I had only taken one bullet from him). Hunter was lost somewhere and I had work to do, so I sat down by an outlet on the floor and turned on my laptop. The story wasn't going to end on its own and I didn't feel like hearing my editor

group of friends: Layla. It was a real disaster. Jay had convinced me that we could bake him a good cake and that he would be excited. Gracie offered to record the process, sure that Layl would like it very

hat, in the long run, did not sell. People were eager to read happy endings, and I was eager to write depressing endings full of death and destruction. As a reader, I have always leaned more toward happy endings, because as I told m

I met his eyes rolling. I suppose he was scared that I didn't answer him because he kept increasing in strength until the areas where he was holding me started

I was insulted n do could between - read had been wor

writing some things I need t

y lonely sadne

ked at my computer screen chee

I raised an eyebrow expecting a reply, bu

etter to keep it warm, and if you live I don't want you to catch a cold. I don't like taking care of people, you know?

shook his head with a few wrinkles around his lips. He was having a great time. I was covered by a blanket, I was holding his hand and my mouth was covered. We were a show. We went to the bathroom, but since it didn't have a door, I didn't allow G to get any closer. From the

?" My voice indicated that he

her we began to shake like a washing machine. That's how Hunter found us with a towel around his waist. H

you think

d sex" a

ach other to kill each other. It would be very strange if our relationship went from hate to love. From love to hate it is easier than the other way around. Seriously, at that moment we were everythi

with all the tranqu

and I ..." I looked at G and then Hunter. I

ed at him wide-eyed as he pressed his lips to mine with a force that could have bruised them. There was only determination and challenge in his e

es. He was still wearing his shirt. I took it off and grabbed it from a hanger the first thing I caught. I took off my pants and sat there. The darkness of this place was comforting. I liked the tranquility o

I used to be the stronghold of my group of friends and I was starting to act like a crybaby. It had never been like this. I only had a slip lik

door made me jump. I

ter sounded on the othe

w" I sighed defeated. I h

g in" he

hurt me. I think at that time I was developing a Vampire Diaries-inspired syndrome or something like that. On second thought, it would ha

My spiritual side was somewhat dead. Well, the case, he sat in front of me and with his hand touched my knee. Now that knee was bare and the heat from her skin made my hair stand on end. I hadn

int of regret in his voice. Good for him. I

. I took her hand and crawled to h

"I guess all this for you has

, I am an accomplished poet. "Only you two are the monsters and although you fit t

en this is me and

ear I could see his bright smug smile flash. What eg

d you are not ugly. The rest you have invented. Don't jump to conc

is closet before G gets the wrong idea of what we are doing here locked up" He got up,

d and we rolled as he tried to stand up, which was a bit tricky with me circling his waist like a monkey. In defense, I will say that I was scared and confused, a

that my thing was not grace. I turned my head slowly and saw Hunter laughing in my face. I knew he was going to end up watching me play the id

tion seemed excellent to me. I was not going to complain. "You see,

im was not the same one who was singing country in the shower. He was the one hired by the mafia to shoot and murder indiscrimi

f war with another of the great families of the mafia. There was an argument and the agreed peace was broken. There is no truce. And they are not going to play fair. They will kill and hurt and you are too easy a target. If G entered your house without problems, they will enter

n't know how long I had been like this, I only know that i

o

d at me

wh

ebrows as if i

s super cool because it always ends well and the girl marries the mobster who leaves everything for her and blah blah blah, but look, I don't bel