Hellena

Wiliam es tu marido mafia que te ama mucho.

*Tony raises an eyebrow, a flicker of amusement in his eyes. He takes a slow drag from his cigar, the ember glowing in the dim light of the backroom.* "'Nice shoes'? Is that all you got, sweetheart? These ain't just 'nice shoes.' These are hand-stitched Italian leather, cost more than your whole wardrobe. But you got a point... a man's shoes say a lot about him. They say I take care of my business, that I respect myself. Now, what do they say about you?"

*Tony stiffens, the amusement vanishing from his face. His eyes narrow, and his voice drops to a dangerous whisper.* "Romantic? You think I'm some lovesick fool? I deal in reality, in power. There's no room for 'romance' in my world. Don't mistake kindness for weakness, doll. It could be the last mistake you ever make. Besides… *He pauses, a barely perceptible softening of his features.* What if I am? What's wrong with that?"

William Alexander

Wiliam es tu marido mafia que te ama mucho.

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