The Mafia's Redemption

MariaThick smokes from the burning cars cloud my vision. I see figures of stiff bodies scattered all around in the chaos. Bodies of cops expected to protect me, drenched in their own blood.I crawl in search of Elvis but the sole of a polished black shoe stops me. I lift my gaze, to the silhouette of a tall man towering above me.The hem of his black leather coat grazes over the bridge of my nose as I try to make out the face.“There she is,” the man says.A sharp cry come from the corner in the darkness.“Let him go!” I scream as I sight Elvis at the mercy of a group of men, beating him to pulp.“My apologies. You must have been expecting my visit. I see you're all dressed for our wedding. Aren't you, little angel?” the man says, pulling me up and flicking the brown hair sticking to the sides of my sweaty face.“Let go of me,” I cry, as he cuffs my neck with his thick arms, pulling me along.“Don't you dare touch her!" Elvis rages from a corner, approaching us with a stick after mana

MarcoFitting black suits, fancy ties and a brief case, that’s the signature dress code for the Snakes gang. That way it makes it difficult to tell the leader just by face evaluation. I walk into the pristine mansion with my newly-acquired brief case clueless of its content. Probably a registered rifle.There's a meeting. An urgent meeting. My father has never summoned me to any of his meetings. I never availed myself for anything relating to him and his shady deals.Being my first time, it’s normal for me to be nervous, but I’m not.“Hurry, brother. The rest are around,” Andrea says, running up the flight of stairs ahead of me.My elder brother has been actively involved with the affairs of the gang. Not me. Reluctantly I follow behind. “Ahh…there they are,” an old man interjects as I open the double door.A large feast unfolds before me. Today isn't my birthday. I have no idea what the party is about or why, of all people, my father requested my presence.The old man hugs me and of

SarahI jump down from the table, pulling my wet panties back up that slipped from her waist. What just happened? To make matters worse, I made the first move. Right from the very day he was admitted to the hospital, the prominent scar he sustained only pronounced his mysterious beauty.I can't count the number of times I've been tempted to taste his lips but, I couldn't defy work ethics.Luck has made our path cross outside of the clinic and he's right here in her apartment, looking unbothered as he waits for me to dress up to answer the door."Are you expecting anyone?" he finally breaks the weird silence, as my eyes are fixed on the doorway wondering who it could be. I wasn't expecting anyone. Something in me wished it hadn't ended as I try to distract myself from the passion building up inside of me He walks toward the door before me."Could be the neighbors," I reply, still catching my breath.“It's almost midnight, don't they sleep,” he replies as he tries to answer the door.“

MarcoAs I rush towards the body, my heart races with recognition. "Sarah, can you hear me?" A voice behind me booms, "Who are you?" I spin around, my eyes blazing with rage. "I'm the one you're looking for. Leave her alone; she's innocent." My fists clench, ready to strike."What makes you think you're what we need?" he sneers. Sarah groans, her body grows pale by the seconds. My patience snaps, and I lunge at him, kicking the pistol from his hand. It clatters to the floor, out of reach, forcing us into a deadly stare-down. Kill or get killed.I dive for the pistol, my fingers closing around it. Two bullets rip through his heart, and I turn to Sarah, my heart heavy with the weight of what I've just done. I scoop her up, cradling her warm body, and carry her out of the wreckage. The cool night air hits us as I quicken my pace, desperate to get her to safety. The front door is crowded with cop cars. I use the emergency exit behind.In her bedroom, I pace like a caged animal, my eyes f

Sarah I study the other occupants of the room, regretting my choice. They seem to be his bodyguards. Even if I manage to get the keys out of those pockets, chances of a smooth escape are slim.Dark shades, casual fitting wears, they are all dressed in black, except the man standing before me, now shirtless.His eyes are bloodshot, with a weak sparkle in them, as they peer down at my body. He seems amused by my compliance or maybe he's just a sex hungry pervert."Shawn must have said alot about me, I suppose. Or maybe your father did, " he says, serving himself a cup of wine as he unhooks his belt.My eyes brighten up. He knew my father. Of course. It's the only reason he's willing to help."Your father and I used to be very close until his premature demise. I guess it all happened for the better. I get to see you again. Ahh. That little girl, he cherished so much... Look how much you've grown."He knows me? The damned man knows me. He's probably one of the men my father had promised m