Juicy sap

Chapter 11 jack

It was nothing serious, some men were trying to molest her. I just walked past them, not interfering in their business. Since I wouldn't want to blow off my identity as a former mafia lord.

Now back to the present,

I know the maids will be wondering for the past seven years that I always come home drunk every June 10, cried heavily with a broken heart, hit my head on the hardened wall, slit my wrists and allow myself to bleed for good five hours, after then; will take my bath and eat some crazy meals. “Pepper sauce catfish.” Well, it's none of their business.

I always sneaked to this house. It's one of the biggest houses in Manhattan, New York City. I'm always available on every June 10 and then varnished like a thin air onto the street as a lonely gym instructor, who can barely pay up his apartment rent. I'm excellent at what I know how to do best. “Hiding my personality, identity like a chameleon.”

“About the girl, Elliot is already into it. She fell for the tric