THE MAFIA’S SAINT

As I parked up a few of my things, I looked at the calendar, I was three weeks late, for my menstruation, yet I never seemed to notice before, that explained my abdominal pain, breast tenderness and the agitation.Whispers came from my door way, muffled conversations. I sat on the tiny metallic bed with a small suitcase case on the sides.“What should I do?” Was the question in my mind, I contemplated on how to get away from the church, who to turn to. Maybe he was forced to say all that on the interview,maybe he was in danger considering his role.My heart skipped a bit, Yes, he must have been in a tight position regarding how much enemies he’d had, may be he needed me. The long lost smile returned for a while, he needed me, he told me that himself, my heart skipped with joy as I imagined how he will hug me and tell me he is sorry for everything. I will tell him about the tiny seed growing in my stomach and finally, we will be the family we deserve.I quickly jumped from the metalli

In the confessional booth it began. Let me cruise you through.I grew up in the monastery after mother superior picked me from the churches door step where my birth mother had tossed me . Just like that, I was orphaned at two months, no father, no mother, nothing.Mother superior took me in, she raised me , she catered for me, until I was twelve years old, she wanted me to learn the way of the church. I was trained with the rest of the nuns, at sixteen, I was ordained into the church. I grew up playing with either the priests robes or the nun’s.I took on activities like taking care of the bishop and mother superior’s office. But we’d heard rumors, of the evil confessions of Dante Moritto, I used to think they were bluffing, then one day, as I cleaned the bishop’s office, one priest stormed in.“ I am done, I am done with that cruel, perverted wolf in sheep’s clothing,” he yelled as he walked to the bishop’s table, I pretended not to hear their conversation.The bishop’s gaze shifted

That morning, I wore my robes, and waited for his figure to appear in front of his usual seating place, yet he didn’t show up, I waited, anxiously, I’d tried to look good for him, I wanted him to see it.Yet deep down I knew it was a sin, a big sin I was committing, yet I never wanted to stop, then it was noon, yet off all people, no one was him was able to show up, my eyes were glued to the sacristy at the end, I pretended to be praying, yet I was praying that he showed up, lunch did come, I sat at the food area, with my friends talking to me as we ate.Yet I wondered where exactly he was, my eyes darted all over the place, my heart raced, a lump in my stomach formed, I wasn’t hungry for food, I was hungry for him, I tensed up.Everything annoyed me, I felt stupid for waiting for him, for waiting for his touch.“Lucy, are you searching for someone?” A certain friend asked, I shook my head frantically, the lump was on my throat.I filled my mouth with food and munched down loudly, th

I wondered what was going on behind there, yet they seemed unbothered. I immediately regretted my decision of coming to that place, fear crawled through my body, then I heard his familiar voice.“ I am going to ask you again,” Dante muttered behind the room. The same voice I’d found soothing, was now hefty and cold.“Who sent you to shoot my club?” He asked, their muffled sounds traveled through the wooden barricades. Then the victim whimpered, then thunderous blows followed. He screamed painfully for his life.I felt the air leave my body.“If you are lying, you will be next,” the green haired guy said . What if I was lured here to be tortured, I thought.I slowly got up.“ I think I should leave, I can not be seen here.” I muttered as I got to my feet. The green haired guy pushed me back to the floor, causing me to hit my head on the wooden wall.“ You better sit your ass down bitch, or I will fxxking slit your throat this second,” the green haired guy thundered, his eyes gawked

Isolde Raynolds, the girl who hated my guts much as I hated hers. All of this started the day I challenged her during bible study, she’d felt it a must to challenge me whenever she got the chance. She always lurked in my shadows, waiting for me to make one mistake, and then come for me.That day she’d almost caught me, yet by whatever chance I’d survived, she stood there. In front of my room, then she sniffed, and sniffed, then came closer to me, I moved back confused.“ You smell differently,” she stated while suspiciously looking around my room. She stormed to my bathroom and searched there as well.“ What exactly do you want , Isolde?” I asked, she went through my robes as if searching for something.“ I do not see a perfume here, so that means, it is for someone else,” she turned excitedly like she was on to something, yes she was, but I wasn’t going to let her get too close to the truth.“ What, noo, my perfume is done.” I said. She looks at me as if searching my face. I never l