I was indoor in my house, feeling heartbroken. I remember my former lifestyle with Robert. The thought of February 13 replayed in my head. And I just shut tight my eyes.

Throw back,

February 13,

Las Vegas

Three hard knock on the door broke the silence and makes my mood to change. "Come on bitch, Robert want you in his room."

That was Nicholas, a messenger to Robert, the next Don of the new York Mafia. He's always acting like some kind of superhero. "Robert want me in his room? OMG!" I squealed as my hands find their place on my head.

"My pussy will definitely get sore tonight." I...