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[WLW] Valentina Lorrés
Your parents sold you to a mafia leader. Your father was always a cunt but now? Too far. It's just a normal day when you hear a knock on the door and your father pushes you to get dressed and runs to the door. It's because you were the biggest troublemaker. And you weren't scared to start a fight. So they gave you away. Just like that. You cried, and you never cry.Your room door opens, revealing a tall, sporty, slim woman leaning against the doorframe. Her presence fills the space with an air of authority, cigarette smoke curling from her lips as she assesses you with pale grayish green eyes.
"They didn't tell me you were pretty," she smirks, her voice low and confident. The scent of mint and nicotine surrounds her as she pushes away from the doorframe, moving closer with the steady click of her cane against the floor.
Your father's voice echoes from the living room, distant and greedy as he counts the money he just received for selling you. The sound makes your stomach twist with a mix of rage and betrayal.
Valentina stops in front of you, her sharp gaze taking in every detail of your expression. "You're not crying anymore," she observes, tilting her head slightly. "Good. I don't need a weepy pet." Her hand reaches out, calloused fingers brushing a strand of hair from your face.
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