As she watched Rich and the girls leave the VIP booth, she could feel Bishop slide over next to her, getting both intimately and uncomfortably close. Over and over again. Indian hot sex No one works under him either.”
“So what is he then?”
Dante shrugged, “he’s just a pimp.”
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Dante had seemed surprised that Angel opened up to him, that she gave him insight in the life. The man promptly let go, giving Angel’s shoulder a friendly pat to assure her that he was only doing his job, and his manhandling was nothing personal. And he was surrounded by it. Angel looked Bishop dead in the eyes, her own were cold, hard, and warning. She seemed to be lost in space, and her voice seemed to trail off. No doubt he was confused why she told him all that. He wore sunglasses that were dark enough to hide his eyes, and Angel wondered how he even saw her in the dimly lit warehouse. He had explained the hierarchy of the men in the lifestyle. No one works under him either.”
“So what is he then?”
Dante shrugged, “he’s just a pimp.”
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Dante had seemed surprised that Angel opened up to him, that she gave him insight in the life.
