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There is No Such Thing as Mafia

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Mia Marino, never thought her average life would amount to anything other than the basic city girl life. She would of never forseen herself, being kidnapped and held against her will.

And it was all because of him, Luca Genovese. It was pure chance, that their paths crossed, fate is what was keeping them together, but she's keeping them apart.

Her name is Anna Genovese, and she's Luca's wife.

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Not My First Time
*Tick* *Tick* *Tick* I sat here idly with my hands placed in my lap, as I watched the active clock on the wall tick away.  Its soft ticking sounds filled the almost barren room that I occupied. I tried to distract myself by fiddling with my heels that were strapped around my ankles, placed below the vanity that I sat in front. My heart beat continue to increase. It raced within my chest, creating a loud hum that made my ears become replete. No matter how many times I've done this before, it never ceases to amaze me just how distraught I became.  I was so caught up with trying to restrain myself, that the knock on the door was just barely audible.  My voice was silvery when I spoke up, "Who is it?" "It's me Oynx. I just wanted to remind you of the time. You go on in 5." I gnawed at my bottom lip in anticipation, "I got it, thanks". This time my voice quivered, just slightly. Oynx was my closest friend, and could hear the uneasiness in my voice, she gave me a pep-talk from the other side of the door, reminding me of why I was here. I adjusted my black vinyl garter/chaps, before I wrapped my robe around my barely clothed body. My robe was red satin with black lace detail that hit, just beneath my exposed ass. Bedazzled of the back in scarlet red gems was the name Scarlet Vixen. Scarlet Vixen was the dominate, demanding, temptress that every man wishes their woman was.  Everything Mia Marino isn't. I glided down the dimly light corridor, with my chunky six inch platform heels, clicking along on the ceramic flooring. Positioning myself in the middle of the catwalk entrance, with my back to the crowd, only a thick satin curtain between myself and a pack of rowdy, intoxicated, lustful men. I took hold of the silky belt that secured my robe into place. My introduction was countered with an abundance of applause not to mention hollering  and whistles. I could feel the rush of the air stirring around me as the curtain was opened. I could sense the faint feeling of heat coming of the center stage lights, as they were placed solely on me. It's now or never "First you get the money." At the first sound of the song, I slowly untied the robe. Allowing the the robe to open just enough to show the hem of my thong and garter along with my halter top.  "Then you get the power." "Respect." Letting the robe drop down off my shoulders. Letting the robe fall just before my ass, and you could practically feel the eagerness radiating from the crowed, as they continued the chant my name. "Hoes come last" I dropped the robe to the floor, as I steadily grinded my hips the thumping of the beat.  Let's finish this. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I fought to keep my eyes open, searching for my house keys as I juggled my heels in one hand and my bag in the other. I groaned in annoyance when i couldn't manage to locate my f*****g keys. 'They have to be hear somewhere', I mumbled to myself. If I was able to start my push-start car that means my keys had to be nearby. More than likely in my bag, because my car also will not lock if the keys are inside it. So I know they're in this junky bag somewhere. I dropped my shoes and club bag onto my 'welcome' mat, as I continued to plunder in my bag franticly. "Ah ha!", I shouted to no one in particular, as my fingers grazed the icy metal item. I quickly shushed myself as I had forgotten that all of my fellow neighbors are in fact asleep and wouldn't apricate late night, early morning antics. Sliding the key into the knob, I gave it a swift turn and a push. I trudged inside with all of my things in tow. I breathed a much need need sigh of relief after I shut and locked the door, and began shedding off articles of clothing. Shrugging my jacket off here, kicking my pants off there, and tossing my shirt as well as my undergarments to the side. With haste I jumped into my shower that was adjoined to my bed room. Letting the warm water run over my face and body, rejoicing in its comforting sensation. I managed to wash myself and all of my other bedtime regiments, without becoming a victim to the sandman's magic. I gazed at the time on my phone, 12:15a.m, is what it read. I gave a suspire as I set the alarm on my phone for 5:00a.m. I have less then five hours of sleep to get before I have to go to my second job, after working at the club for four hours, and now I have to put in a 12 hour shift. I know people said life was hard, but I didn't ever expect it to be this grueling, but I can't afford to stop now because all of my time spent will have gone to waste. I'll just do, what I always do. Roll with it.

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