"Who is Mandy?" Janet croaked out in between gasps, having scraped together all her courage to ask.
Perhaps the former lover, still etched into the lump of coal El Padrino called a heart? Was she what made him the way he is?
Janet couldn't bear the thought of him inside her while he loved someone else.
Not when her whole body cried out for his non stop.
And yet, she wasn't the one to stop the f*****g. Vincent was.
A profound sadness filled his eyes, making Janet's heart squeeze.
Was she better off not knowing?
Clearly irritated by the question, Vincent yanked her off his d**k, tossing her aside and said somberly, “Know your f*****g place. Me f*****g you doesn't mean you can ask questions.” He got up, turned around, picked Janet up and threw her over his shoulder, then squared
