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Thomas Mancini had also woken early that morning, but for him it was primarily to get business out of the way for the day so that he could enjoy the rest of the day without much interruption. Just about the time Cheryl had finally exhausted herself with the shower head, he was dialing her number, looking at a man who had come to him asking for justice in a matter involving a man from a rival family. It was his last bit of business for the day, and he wanted his fucktoy to be ready when he came to pick her up.
When she finally picked up the phone, he told her in a mockingly perturbed voice, "Well hello there, Cheryl. I hope you had a good night's sleep." The sound of his voice matched the malicious grin on his lips as he spoke, his hazel eyes sparkling dangerously as he eyed the old shopowner that was waiting on word from him. "Did you dream of me, fucktoy?" he asked her teasingly, giving a soft chuckle as the mobster doubted seriously she would admit to it if she had done so.
When she finally picked up the phone, he told her in a mockingly perturbed voice, "Well hello there, Cheryl. I hope you had a good night's sleep." The sound of his voice matched the malicious grin on his lips as he spoke, his hazel eyes sparkling dangerously as he eyed the old shopowner that was waiting on word from him. "Did you dream of me, fucktoy?" he asked her teasingly, giving a soft chuckle as the mobster doubted seriously she would admit to it if she had done so.