5. Hostage Of The Mysterious Hunk
On second thought, he didn't need it urgently.
A kid was his hostage this time, not one of his usual captives that were mostly washed out soldiers -whom the Costa Nostras have cancelled-
Cee, Cee, the voice in his head whispered her name like the adverse effect of nicotine that he wished the image of her voluptuous ass wasn't engraved in his memory.
Peeking through her window, pretending to take selfies while she took pictures of him.
Talking on the phone too loudly while she stole glances at him from the rooftop and wetting a spot in her garden for hours just to catch a glimpse of him when he stepped out.
Every single one of her tactics he knew them all but pretended to be oblivious to let her get bored and move on, yet this fat-ass, p
