The Mafia's Boy Toy

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itation as she dropped the grocery bags on the kitchen counter a

e. She is visibly pissed. What could have set her off so badly? Was she overcharged for s

aggressively, and I alm

u so riled up? "Dad signed bac

she signed back, and I set my S

e that in public? Are they trying to teach children that it's okay to sin? A man and a woman. That's how it's supposed to be. Anything else is an abomination. What is this world turni

as it doesn't affect our lives, we should stick to our business and let the world do as it pl

will God say when he finds out I have done nothing about this? "She replied,

hing. "He signs back, an

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ight and lovely and is following in his steps. You have put the love of God in their hearts, and they would never

peace I need. My son would never do something so disgusting. The thought alone makes me sick. I would kill mys

in my chest, I grab my Stanley cup back off the counter and take a very long drag. They keep staring at me. My

l. I couldn't tell them that I felt a person's sexuality didn't make them any more, or less human. It was impossible to say to my mom that if gay people made her so upset

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ever, I froze when I saw them. Green, intense eyes. Staring at me. Watching me. I grabbed the sheets beside me as Sleep immediately vanished from my eyes. I stared back at him. At his smouldering eyes. Eyes I couldn'

as I remembered how he tortured that man. He was so.. Cold. So, merciless. Inhumane. He treated that man like he was... even an animal

looking at me. As if trying to reach the depths of my mind to find things I have hidden. He opens

voice questions, and I swallow. I hadn't thoug

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rands of hair on his forehead, and I watched him groan and stretch. I felt a tingle run through me as I heard him make that sound. I

panic erupted in them. He jerked back so violently it hurt a part of me. I held my breath as his brushed ag

. I don't know what is going on in his mind, but if he saw Andrwe's torture, I do

want his respect, and maybe a bit of fear, But not this much. He is terrified and

o keep my voice as neutral as possible, and I watched h

that he was lying, but his excuss was still tenable. His old phone was damaged by my men

en," I began, and I

ker of discomfort in his eyes. But I noticed something else. The way he held his tongue. He didn't like the idea, but he was unwilling to protest. Afraid of doing so. God, I hate this! The usual Da

I said, trying to shift the mood

missed something, or if anything hurts when you try to move. "I added, and I didn't wait for him to answer before turning around and walking out of t

ave to find a way to get to him. To understand him and break the wall he has put up. He can't be here with me

o get him to admit and accept wh