van Isolde Rook
I've come for you four times, Lou. I keep leaving with nothing but your tab.
Lou Delgado should have died more than once. Each time, a tall man in black was there, and each time he left. Now he sits on her last stool every night in New Orleans, tipping in dimes nobody mints any more. He's Death. He's supposed to take her. He'd rather take her home.
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death themes
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explicit sex
Fictie voor volwassenen. Alle personages zijn 18 jaar of ouder.