VITO’S POV
I hated coming to this place. Anytime I rolled up in my Bentley in this godforsaken convent I felt like throwing up.
Everything was so gloomy and dead. Let's not even talk about the hypocritical priests. Balding men who condemn what I do but kiss my ass when I donate huge sums of money to their seminary.
But the donations weren't to appease them. No. It was to buy me all the time I could spend with Sister Maria.
I can't forget the first day I saw her. A tiny petite girl, barely five-three with a shapeless habit that drowned her.
But even that awful dress couldn't hide those massive udders stretched against the thick fabric.
Fuck me.
They were so huge that they looked painful, always swaying and bouncing whenever she moved.
Shit! Those t**s needed a proper suction o
