The Mafia King's Toy

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everythin

ally as I comfort the

uppie will look down on yo

lost his cat

booked me to talk or go out without even touching me. Societ

not good with people. I'm better in bed. So, having people wanting to act as a babysitter or a shrink weighs on me

er, Max?" I purr, moving my hand over his leg and he lift

starting to cry back in his hands again. I retreat my h

g he can'

g beside me is some

ting dress and expensive lingerie, I caress his back while he c

ch for a we

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latte. I nearly get hypnotized by her nose ring as she

d I smile as I must think of how I used to rock that style. Today, it would be impossible for me to redo it. It's hard getting jobs with upper-class clients

er." She says in

mirror her pretty smile as I

e wanting to do it, it's just a job and the more you are ready, the faster it is done. And the faster it is done, the faster I get my money. Imagine waking up in the morning, groggily getting out of bed to shower, putting on some make-up,

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t's still chilly in the city and I hug my jacket closer as I walk over the stone bridge. I reach my favorite spot under a

away, chatting. Their small voices disrupt the eerie silence of the park, making it tu

ngs as well as high heels, it is still classy. Sometimes, I still can't

hout being recognized for your working field. 5 Years ago, there would have been no chance for me to sit this close to children and their mothers in a park peacefully. When I think of the days I spent being insulted and

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hide from curious eyes to do our jobs safely and confidentially. My planner along with my appointments, preferences and my forged identities are all stored in there securely. Obviously, confidentiality is

information he told me that I might need for future encounters. After tagging his cat as deceased, I e

up as my phone chimes with an incoming message. I open it sw

chi

for you. If you want it,

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paper cup and stroll back out of

in for some