The Nun and the Mafioso: This Nun is Mine

Episode 13

El Cortez:

I leave the company somewhat aimlessly, what the hell happened to me to the point of feeling so attracted to that she-devil, and wanting to kiss her?

Hey, I don't kiss women, who knows where they put their mouths, well maybe that's what made me so tempted by this she-devil dressed as an angel.

I have to go to a club today, no excuses.

So, I will do other things until it's nighttime, then I will go to a club, a Dom and sub club.

I call Melissa, my favorite, and I do everything I like to do as a good Dom, she enjoys it like crazy, but me, I don't feel anything, my friend doesn't give any sign of life, that traitor only rises at the wrong time.

And to help, that diabolically angelic figure surrounds my mind, I still feel the touch of her panting breath on my face, her beautiful apprehensive eyes staring at me, then my Cretan friend starts to come to life, however, when I turn my attention back to the woman in front of me, nothing happens, I must be going crazy, this type of girl has never been my preference for a woman, I never even considered going out with a woman like her, so saintly, who has nothing of a saint, after all, saints, if they exist, shouldn't disturb people.

So, I untie Melissa and leave, this can only be a lot of stress, or maybe my punishment, thinking about such a tidy girl who is still beautiful.

I get home, take a good cold shower, and then sit in my armchair in my bedroom, under the nightstand there is a bottle of my expensive whiskey, so, somewhat irritated, I take a good swig.

Then my sweet Larissa comes to mind, and I end up getting even angrier at this Ayla, how dare this bitch make me forget my beloved Larissa.

Larissa was and always will be the only woman to have access to my heart, I will never find another woman like her.

Why did she have to die that tragic way, why did that bastard have to shoot her, death was too good for him.

Consumed by hatred and without realizing it, tears stream down my face, and I end up drinking the entire bottle of whiskey, and then a few more until I'm completely drunk and surrender to the effect of the alcohol and end up falling asleep right there in that armchair.

I wake up completely lost in time, my head pounding, I'm not in the habit of drinking so much, after all, I can never be an easy target, so I take a very cold shower and take some painkillers, and right afterwards I go out for another day as the Mafia Dom, in the dark and somber nights just like me.