HEART FULL OF SCARS(MAFIA 18+)

of her stilettos were immediately drowned out by the noisy crowd and thumping music. Th

ck. Clean. Too many

n lights cast sultry crimson hues throughout the dance floor. Hypnotic beats blew through the spea

r to blend into the madness. A faint smile rested on her lips. She knew the layou

her research, thoroughly,

oxicated crowd, scanning for her target: An Italian m

nthony seemingly overnight. Mr. Anthony had gone through great lengths to hide his real identity from the public. Recently, she had gone t

e-lik

ight. Too messy. This job required a c

tranged wife wouldn't have

he learned from the bartender that Mr. Anthony was

er, "He's probably in th

y in the lou

S," sh

tely, closed and guarded. Two large men stood on either side of the door. They eyed her with suspicion. She was studying them as well. The one o

ne demanded, "Wh

fuck do

ing a flawless hourglass figure in an eye-catching lace bustier and silk panties. The black

ered in both

"I am a gift

ary of her, asserting in hars

h her tits and ass on full displ

"Andy sent me to d

to dance fo

of careful reconnaissance to retrieve this precious bit of information

ere for..

n her face, seeming to scrutini

ed her la

l-eyed, betraying nothing of her knowl

ped up, "What's y

d at him

liked the n

t wasn't

at her, "A

d, "Ade

claimed the life of someone close to her, the good side of

g with a ghos

d to interrogate he

sweetly as she ans

ctually t

gs like Mr. Anthony liked th

alway

pig enjoy what littl

ne asked, "A

ar

viting pose, letting her near-naked fo

k like I am

and stilettos, Pamela wore only o

lligrams of thallium tucked within the locket was the only weapon she brought tonight. 10 milligrams per 1 kilogram of body weight was considered

er dark, twisted

ve way to kill someone

odorless, tasteless, colorless, hard to detect

friends and allies would be unlike

set h

s go-

t in, get out, and get paid for this job. Irritation pr

e not quit

rough these two dumb

s likely searching for signs of hidden weapons. Pocket knives, razors, blades. Or mayb

t her, "You never know. Bitches can hid

can hide all sorts of

tones, "If you want to lo

o search me,

r barely covered curves in a lecher

't look

Of course not. God didn't

d didn't give me

a growl, "Enough! Come here, bitch

itch. You can't go i

ked his gruff assertiveness in a playful manner, "Co

e what secrets yo

ss, no pleasure. His large hands caressed her everywhere in a very in

e felt her skin begin to simmer

her necklace, plucking cu

, "What

intensity that made her feel as th

bly a mama's boy and a die-hard C

ze swept towards her necklace, "Th

e belonged t

expression stoi

be moved at all when he dra

it,

la refused

er raised me to be a good Cat

o be a good Catholic.

e l

never been

to the sweet, doughy smells of her jadda's sfenj for breakfast, when she could sleep soundly at night in the safety of

liefs had sin

eved in anything or a

by as the tall, dark man exami

is time to exa

nd there. The back of his right hand displayed a Gothic-looking black rose vine, full of thorns, wrapped around a cracked skull. Old sc

was inked on the side of his neck, a centimeter below hi

s sinfully attractive. There was no doubt

e h

n right then and there to dist

all-but she was willing to do it. Sex was a means to an end

o obsidian. She held his gaze with an

o of her

to the man, but she hated close sexual contact of any sort, especially with

man's palms slipped beneath the cups of her bustier and the lace of her panties. As he checked the und

surge of lust wa

cided to use her wile

thy tones, "Do you apprec

ying this as

ck eyes flick

e ordered,

ughed

rt across her body, inspec

e didn't paw. He didn't grope. He wasn't rough. Not like other men. However, he certainly took his sweet

en, at last, he opened the door t

ed, "So

n, t

ed gracious

nk

't try anything funny.

ng funny. We'll

ngers toyed with the golden

If I do something naughty

ize the sweet curves of her tits and ass. She snuck a sly peek at the tall, dark man. At last, a glimpse of his

r, brushed past him, hips swaying, stilettos clicking, and, like a