All Chapters of The mobster and the writer: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The three weeks I waited for him were hell with an oasis. At first, it was weird. Used to be with him all day, I suddenly felt empty, incomplete. It was as if half of me was missing. I didn't like feeling a hole in my chest that wasn't even filled with chocolate. It was sad. Not everything was gloating in sadness. I did more things, but that's almost secondary when my head was wherever G was.The first day I woke up in the bedroom that was once mine. I looked at the walls, which seemed a little barer than they should as if they needed paintings to hang. I stayed in bed, doing time. My mind wanted to imagine that G was at my fingertips, sleeping next to me, shirtless and in his navy blue boxers. He could even tell where he had each tattoo by heart. I had learned it very well in the little time we had.I sat down on the covers, wrinkled around me. I yawned and stretched as hard as I could, that is until my back creaked. I got up and let my bare feet touch the cold ground

I flopped down on the bed. Tomorrow was going to be another day, a better one. I repeated myself in my head over and over again. The next time I opened my eyes it was daylight and the sun was lighting up the entire room. It was another day, but that was no consolation. I didn't understand how they said that in the movies. I rolled my eyes and stretched. The dress rolled around my body. I had forgotten I was wearing it. I took it off in disgust. It belonged to Camille and the last thing she wanted was to have something of her on top.   Never wear something that belongs to a whore.   I yanked it off and looked around for scissors. Once they were taken I began to cut the dress. That way no one could wear that shitty outfit.  Salem licked my cheek. I laughed a little. At least he knew she had him and that was something. Why did I want a man when I had a beautiful animal by my side? I kissed her furry little

I felt like a little red riding hood going to her grandmother's house, only knowing that there was no grandmother to visit, but a big wolf that was going to eat me as soon as she saw me. Great. I looked back as if I had any chance of escaping from this place without being caught and tortured again. Two men the size of a cupboard followed closely behind me, evaluating my movements. As if that weren't enough, Blue Eyes Mike had me by the arm because I couldn't walk very well. Normal. Her legs were different shades of purple. It seemed that instead of being my skin, they were leggings with a galactic print. My dress hadn't defended me much from the blows. I didn't even want to imagine what my face would be like. Or my hair. Or my torso, which was the one that had taken most of the blows. I didn't want to see my body. I could burst into tears as soon as I saw the extent of the damage.The hallways reminded me of Volterra from New Moon, only without sexy vampires in the corners. A

Working with Kyle turned out to be easier than I had anticipated. I had to get up early and always listen to him, even if half of the things they said to me were stupid. He seemed to be more concerned with making me more "feminine", which was something I was not expecting. I've never stopped being flirtatious or caring about my looks, but he took it to a higher level. I hoped that each time I blinked my lashes would flicker in such a way that it would attract the attention of the male audience who was in the same room as me. It was a bit unbearable, but deep down I was amused to see him behave that way. Was he making a fool of himself? Yes, and a lot. I loved it. The problem was that he did not like me to laugh at him and as punishment, he would make me do push-ups. My weakness. At ten he was already on the ground, half crying, asking for mercy, that noun that he seemed to be unaware of. There was also a physical part. Running, dodging, a little hand-to-hand combat and he even tried

The best started when our "mission" ended if you could call that. I hadn't done anything except get in trouble, but nobody knew that last, nor was anyone going to know. How could I explain to anyone that I already knew Hunter from before and not connect with his mob? And they had marked me as innocent and I was not going to discover myself. It was better than this episode was forgotten. If she started thinking about Hunter, she would end up returning to the topic she was trying to avoid anyway.Johnny seemed to have completely forgotten that another man had been with me. He was busy enough watching the islets of the slot machines move. I was almost hypnotized. He defended himself saying that the money was given to him by the mafia and that we could do whatever we wanted with it. As long as it was free, he didn't care at all. He was a man with a physique and personality that reminded me so much of G. Why couldn't I get it out of my head without any remorse? Many women dated me