Princess of the Mafia

Just a short story of my friend Chapter 2

Princes of my friend

My palms were pink and dirty.

and I stroked them against each other, the rain washing them clean. Then I pulled my long, black hair into a loose, moist bun with my hands. With a moan, I turned to face my SUV, which appeared much more dangerous now that I was gone.

Oh my god.

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VOICEOFSHARK

VOICEOFSHARK

Hotelier, Blogger, Entrepreneur, Husband, Psychologist and educator.