The Mafia Lord And His Spy Lover
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empty file up his fat ass,â Harley
t, which an average person called drunk, was only getting started, whe
about it on my night off. God fo
because heâs too much of a slacker to go recruiting himself. At least youâre lucky this
e the end of my agent days,â I sai
oming to think of it, youâve never accepted
reason I would rather di
e leaned close. âHow did he get you to agree? From wh
answer either, âhe said itâs a small mission. No violence is
kled. âSo, no busting the
op
to tha
d of shots. I looked around the bar, the dance floor
are teenagers,â I said, inspecting the
ere arenât many strict bouncers out there,
ig
ll me you never went t
was going through the hardest recrui
ghteen, I could never get enough of it. It took away a lot of things
hots and a sickly grin glued to his lips. âFor yo
n a few seats away from us with dirty blond hair tied in a topknot and a heavily trim
inish, Harley had already emptied two out of fou
prise you havenât had a dick in quite a while.â She giggled at her
e my r
she g
eeded time, effort, and honesty, all of which I couldnât invest
ystem, will you?â Without overthinking, I took the glass and, with one gulp, I dran
have fun, even though mine was out of the question. I had known Harley since she jo
ty, fighting back, and getting the job done. No matter what. Harley was
d away. It was the same man who had ordered the drinks fo
â I looked away, hoping
ne here?â I tilted my head. âOh, câmon! Itâs
ning what Harley had said: what could go wrong? I ignored people like
g his hand. I nee
d with me to the drumming beats. I could see Harleyâs grin from afar whil
passing minute and the beats more abrupt. The ache in my head became unbearable with it. I
him on the dance floor, I dashed to the long, dimmed hallway that led towar
. On top of it, my mouth tasted like smoke and tar, a horrible mixture. I
se past allegations about our drinks being spiked hadnât been true. But today,
for women,â I bit out
u sick? Dâyou feel di
my head. âYou think I donât understand
grabbed my arm and twirled me around to face him. I was
ing? I thought we
erve between his armâperfect to inflict pain on morons like him
ok me for a fragile woman.â I pushed him back. âTouch
rd him say, his vo
to hold it together, but whatever was mixed i
audacity! My back crashed into the wall behind me and I
sweetie? Iâll take you to a place youâll
to his groin. He squealed in pain, but this time, his grip didnât lo
y feet were wobbly. If he struck me this time, I could do nothing
ched my ears. Twisting my head to the figure walking toward us,
you trying to do he
ng in my throat. Jerking Jamesâs hand off of me,
out of here,
here,â the man said, grabbing James up by
n to be, I was more focused
n fear as if he had seen a ghost, which made me wonder: who the hell is this man? As soo
o understand simple human
un,â I got out.
ld do this again. His next vic
y back with his hand, sending warm sensations down my spine,
thank him, but before I could manage a si
lished, clearly
ing way to t