The Mafia's Doctor
Succy
"You're drunk, Calista," he said even as his hands moved to her hips.
A gleam entered her eyes. "So? Haven't you fcked drunk girls before? They fck like a beast, let me tell you. "
Calista had always believed the past was meant to stay buried, hidden in the shadows of memory. But why, then, was her past creeping back into the light, intertwining with her present? She spent her days in a fractured state—broken, miserable, angry at the world.
But at least she had carved out a semblance of peac...
A gleam entered her eyes. "So? Haven't you fcked drunk girls before? They fck like a beast, let me tell you. "
Calista had always believed the past was meant to stay buried, hidden in the shadows of memory. But why, then, was her past creeping back into the light, intertwining with her present? She spent her days in a fractured state—broken, miserable, angry at the world.
But at least she had carved out a semblance of peac...