Blood Ties:Becoming A Mobster's Wife

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mount of clothes on. I didn't know how I ended up in the hazel grassy field, but I knew that I was there, half naked in boy shorts and a bra, no money and no food. It had rained the day before, I could tell because of the wet hazel coloured

et and deadly, I subconsciously found myself closing my eyes. I heard him letting out a light hiss and I opened my

to stay caged in between the sinister grey and lonely blackness in his eyes. I could tell I wasn't fine, because I couldn't stop starin

a quiet voice. He narrowed his eyes. I

ng here? This is

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ding before me. He looked down at me like a peasant invading his po

around myself, my teeth clatteri

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now who I

s back on his knees and assessed me with those sinister silk grey eyes and I found myself thinking back at his voice, only this time it felt like a chocolate-dripping pistol kissing my skin underneath silk grey sheets. I

, Cara?" He asked in a l

adopt me. So I ended up wandering through cities. My feet are killing me

oment long, searching m

nt to come

e took off his grey suit jacket and drapped it over my shoulders lazily. He swaddled my thin arms into it and

manly cologne with a hint of cigar. I inhal

losing my eyes. I fell asleep in what I knew

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hawk from across the island of his gigantic kitchen. If I wasn't so hungry, I would've been lost in the unbelievable space but I

d and cigar, sat across from me on one of the lush stools lined up against the kitchen's marbled island.

an an

at I wanted to explored. Yet, as he stared at me from across the count

ny, no clothes except for my boy shorts and a sports bra. While he sat there, white shirt, grey pants and all, long dark hair slicked back in a

in a deep voice. My lips th

gave him a crooked sm

a low hum sounded at

ows on his knees and stared at me w

e I was a child, and it made me cower back, shrinking into myself as th

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now. Am I

yes over my face before he

st safest place

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ed his ey

oment you start bleeding," he paused and inhaled the air around me sharply. Then, he gave me a loo

ain cells came together to m

the cities. Blood and cigar weren't just a coinc

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y calculating, telling me I really didn't want know. But I had a sickening feeling that I already knew. I fo

m brewing within those silky grey eyes, while