The Mafia and His Angel
Elijah and I looked at one another then at him “there’s a picture in my left pocket, pull it out, maybe you’d recognize the man”
His voice was stable as he spoke, but the black circles under his eyes, how much weight he seemed to have lost, and even his drowsiness told me that he wasn’t mentally stable. Elijah put his hand on my thigh, stopping me from getting up, and doing it himself. He walked toward him, and pulled out the picture, and handed it to me without looking at it. I knew who the man was. However, I wasn’t stupid as to get into such a case with a person like him, we weren’t even in charge of him in this department.
“Lorenzo D’Angelo” Elijah stated sitting beside me “what does a m
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