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A dress for breakfast

Zavi Covillie

The hell.

She tried to kill me, so if I hadn't ordered my men to put only a bullet in the gun earlier, she could have killed me.

That bitch!.

I was angry, angry that she disrespected me in front of my men, she was brave. No one looks me in the eye, but here the little whore was looking at me and challenging me, she even pointed a gun at my face.

If it was another girl, I could have let my men fuck her to death but she's mine. The thought of it alone is crazy.

That's the least punishment that I have given to anybody. I raked my hand through my hair as I sat down. I took a joint from the ashtray and lit it up.

I smoked and puffed it out as the smoke filled the room, relaxing me and lightening up my mood. At least she's fucking strong. Her stronghold on life is something to me.

I heard a few knocks at the door and looked at it.

"Come in," I gruffly said. The door opened and Davina walked in with her head down.

"The few injured girls have been prepped up for tonight's
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Patricia Cooper
I hope she does kill this asshole but it won't happen instead she'll fall in love with the asshole
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