43: Drunk Amanda

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Aldo's POV After all this days, weeks, months, there she was, drinking herself away?? Why the heck would she ask for black Russian! At first I wanted to just watch her from afar bit the men drooling at her made me pissed. No one should look at her like that, no one should watch how her small mouth took all the drink. I watched her slapped the money on the table and signalled for another. "I have had enough" I said as I stood up I got to her and grabbed the almost empty cup. There was no use but I just did it. When her gaze locked mine, she just rolled her eyes and scoffed. She looked away for a few seconds ams back at me with deep shock. “You fool, you old pest. You don't want me to breathe? Why did you show up here again?” Amanda snapped. Yep! The reaction I expected. I didn't

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