I am not a demon

DANTE

I stared at my injured arm through the vertical mirror in my bathroom, reminiscing about yesterday's event.

I was in a hall attenting to different high classed politicians and mafia men when I felt a piercing sting of pain in my arm.

Though no sound was heard but immedetialy, I felt a liquid soaking my cloth.

My eyes darted to my arm in an instant and I saw that the liquid was spreading, tainting every area and more especially it was scarlet red.

It was then the pain really shot through me like lightening bolt and my knees buckled to the ground.

I was shot by a silencer. It seems the shooter must have targeted my chest but it got into my arm instead.

Some of my men flanked around me in the blink of an eye, racing to get an ambulance, while the majority had their guns drawn out for blood as they ran outside the hall.

The shooter was uncovered in a nearby underground tunnel but the bloody mother fucker still escaped.

He shot one of my capos in the arm, Fabio, thereb