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TESSA
He didn’t insist on my submission, but he had it completely.
The things my mafioso taught me in the bedroom pleased me in a way I’d never experienced with another man.
And it made me horny twenty-four-seven.
One thing that put an instantaneous damper on l**t was a call from the coroner.
“Ms. Bancroft?” Said a male voice, identified as “Sheriff’s Department” on my cell phone.
“Speaking.” I answered.
“This is Deputy Barney calling to let you know you can come and pick up Mr. Tuttle’s wallet at the Coroner’s Office. You’re listed as next of kin.” I slumped down, plopping my a*s onto the leather cushion of Enzo’s couch, my hand flying up to my chest.
We’d circled the parking lot of the Mental Health building three times and still hadn’t found an empty spot. Enzo dropped me of
