THE MAFIA’S SAINT
I expected an apology, for beating me, black and blue, or for having a swollen eye which was making it hard for me to see his irritated face.
He scoffed, then chuckled faintly, then it slowly turned into an outburst of laughter, I wondered what was funny, I looked around to see if there was anything funny, but either way, I still couldn’t get the whole point behind his laughter which was seeming rather annoying .
“What’s funny?” I asked in an irritated tone.
“You,” he answered straight away, his voice louder and tight.
He stood up, ran his hands through his hair, he scoffed multiple times, I could feel the pain burried in his voice, he shook his head.
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