|Rocco|A heavy migraine greeted me as I opened my eyes the following day, Bojana informed me that I have been sleeping for the past twenty hours and my jaw almost dropped. No wonder my body felt sore, yet calm. I haven’t had such sleep in the past fourteen years. The highest I could sleep was three to four hours daily. I trained like my life depended on it while I was growing up and it was paying off even at this point.Everyday seems like trouble in the life of a mafia so I never relent or let my guard down because even my so called team could turn their backs on me anytime. I trust no one, not even Bojana.The drug Matteo fed me was completely out of my system and I could lift whatever part of my body I wanted without trouble but the gunshot wound was still there. I was used to it so it was no big deal and since it had been treated, there was no cause for alarm. I just had to be careful for a few days.“She is on her way. You have to get ready” Bojana barged into the room to inform

I moved closer slowly to take a proper look before I realized that it wasn’t his own blood. My mouth dropped in horror. He went out with a white shirt but nowhere was white when he returned. Everything was crimson red and even his black suit was not left out.“Wha…att is this?” my hands flew to my mouth to caution myself but it was too lateBojana was also beside him with the same fate. Her clothes were soaked with blood, even her face. I knew Mafias were not afraid of fights but I had never imagined it would be that terrible.“Get the wounded ones treated. We will have a meeting in the morning” he instructed and Bojana gave a soft bow before walking past me silently“What? You have never seen blood?” he asked nonchalantly as he unloaded his gun“Not this much. Just what exactly did you go out there to do?” I asked with a confidence I didn’t know where it came from“To finish my business. I had to pay back, don’t you think so?” he answered swiftly and I found myself nodding my head in

Bojana looked for whatever organization the wheel tattoo belonged to for more than two weeks but got nothing. She came into the house that evening completely exhausted and frustrated because her abilities were being subjected to a hide and seek game and her reputation was on the line. The silence from Rocco was because he trusted her to show up soon with the information he needed.She met Irena munching on snacks in the sitting room but just walked straight to have a cup of water in silence since she had no business with her. Their paths rarely crossed, since Irena was always in her room and Bojana had little or no time on her hand to be around the house.“Welcome back. It’s been a while since I saw you though”, Irena blurted out, trying to spark a conversation, but just got ignored by Bojana“When someone is talking, isn’t giving a response the next thing to do?” Irena mumbled under breath before getting closer, giving her the benefit of the doubt that she probably didn’t hear her.S

|Rocco|As usual, I woke up angry that morning and kept staring at the cinnamon tree that was visible through my window. The warm cup of coffee was hitting the right spot and melting my anger as my thoughts drifted unintentionally to her. It took me a while before I could remember her name, we were not that close even when she was right in the same house with me.“Irena”, I sighed as my brain finally clickedHer audacity on our first meeting got me awestruck. It never left my brain for a second. Never has anyone had that boldness towards me, they always cowered in fear. Even till the last second of her leaving, she never wavered for once.I was not sure if it was a good impression at that point but it does left a trace. I couldn’t forget her.My thoughts were cut short when Bojana swung the door open and came in with a familiar figure. She was one of my bedwarmers. Immediately, the memories of me instructing Bojana to send in someone in the morning flooded my head.“I must have been o

|Irena|I never expected to run into Paul in that part of the city. He lived with us when we were in high school and we grew up together before we moved. We were neighbors and attended the same school even though we were not close at first.His stepmother was a wicked entity who frustrated the life out of the poor boy. Paul was very calm and easygoing so he wouldn’t even tell his father about the situation of things whenever he comes back from his trips.This abuse continued until the day he almost lost his life by freezing to death. He was thrown out by his stepmother and left to sleep in the cold staircase. The snow was heavy that night that he lost consciousness. His lips were blue and swollen by the time he was found by my mother who quickly rushed him to the hospital.Throughout his stay, the stepmother didn’t even bother to look for him or visit him so my mother decided to take him back to our house where he made him stay with us till his father came back. She explained everythi