A surrogate womb for the mobster

PTE

w tone, trying to create some bond. "I was the

and away from mine with a gesture that felt like rejection

reason to stay alive, and... It was no

at she wanted was the opposite. It didn't make sense, however, a wave of anger

saying the really important thing. I" don't know exactly what happened that day, bu

u, perhaps? I d

e had no idea who I was, and deep down I was gl

I explained, unhurriedly. "I wanted to charge him, but he was gone. And instea

my words. She slowly turned her head to

tend with that?" She

s crude as it was, had always been my a

luntly, "I thought I

gh escaped her lips, hard and empty, as

y arms? To pay his debt ha! she said, full of bitterness. I assure you: for h

about her story. Her husband was a despicable traitor who had left her for his own cousin. Still, I had to thi

s no longer

ser, my voice heavy with firmness. "You're here, an

n disbelief, clenching h

did, she stared at me, and her eyes locked

ect me to pay you that debt? " She blurted out disdainfully. "If I don't even have a place to drop dead. My

f that debt, even if she didn't know it yet. Her husband had sold everything, even his soul. But the more time he spent around Roxanne, the more

ything that was happening, he couldn't ignore her beauty. Roxanne, in the midst of her

sure that I almost admired. And with a

is your

of indifference, I could feel her uncertainty. I knew

pay me t

uriously, "but, the question

leased by chance, and look

ly, and she, in surprise, put her hands in that

hing," she replied, confused while

ting, he's mine, and I l