Midnight Purgatory - A Mafia Romance

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oman's life when she finds herself

is my

the backyard of my gorgeous, billionaire neighbor. Normally, that seems like a sol

is doing two things: one, pinning me in place; and two, revealing to any soul who might happen to walk by that yes, I am wearing a hideously worn-thin pair of gran

other prob

toys I came here to steal back from my neighbor is curre

lieved, my neighbor is exactly the kind of violently litigious tech tycoon with questi

fact that said neighbor is currently

. Think. What

a would never be in this situation in the first plac

, who is the person who's real

ere to retrieve. The box of dildos and the like from Eve's Garden

e checked the receipt about a thousand times since I finally dared to pl

handcuffs lined wi

pparently fasten to some sort of steel ring at the lower back and leave the we

th cringeworthy suggestive names-crème brû-labia,

ièce de r

cup and knotty, weird-looking flanges that make my thighs press

alternating back and forth between morbid terror at the whole idea and laughing hysterically at

ementary school and she came up with the nickname Shylyssa for me, Ell

her and she really does love me. And when everything ha

os Angeles seems to be holding its breath, like the whole damn city

ent qu

I had a

that can only belong to

long anywhere on it. It's only by some weird quirk of zoning laws and the chaotic urban sprawl of Los Ange

my reading nook that gives me a direct line of sight to his front door. That's

bly stunning woman with Jessica Rabbit curves you could see from outer space gets out with him. They go inside. They do (I assume) the kinds of naked, horizontal things

to sleep with Uri. He's rich, he's famous-well,

jealous I feel somet

and-pony show makes me nervous, if I'm being honest. It's so intima

no t

acy issues-I just don't want anyone close to me ever because if I open up to someone then they might just die and leave me and I

t, she might've be

s closer. Ten secon

shipment tracking info again and again. Three stops away. Two stops a

th

t downstairs to check the stoop, no discree

e mailman was walking up the drive to Uri's

h a bow and arrow. Instead, I just stood stupidly in place and watched as the mailman set the

ful so they could send in the Postal Service S.W.A.T. team to rescue the goods. Bu

still marooned at the Bugrov estate and

o do it

le was gonna be humiliating enough. Marching up to Uri's massive front door and demanding the b