Seventy five
It had always felt like home, a place of comfort and safety. The hard muscles pressed to my back felt well. It was good again to be held by him, hands around me holding me in place. I sat in between his laps while we watched a movie. His hand caressed my plaited head which was comforting. "I am glad Santino is dead" I whispered allowing the event from the day before set in. "I am happier than you are" he caressed my hand that laid on my stomach. "I can't believe he is gone like that. He died from multiple shots" "I am very happy. We both can live without fear and this whole bodyguard thing is over" I released a puff of air. "Liza was his daughter" "I did not know he had a daughter" "She acted it well making me believe she was some sweet girl who cared about me. I slammed her against
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