THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE
The room fell into silence once more, but my mind was restless.
I returned to my bed, lying down.
I groaned as my phone continued to ring, disrupting my peaceful slumber. Reluctantly, I reached over and picked up the call. It was Clementine, the mafia don, at the other end of the line.
"Do you check the news," Clementine's urgent voice demanded? I rubbed my eyes, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep.
"No, I haven't," I replied, my curiosity now piqued.
Clementine's words hit me like a ton of bricks. "Over 60 people were massacred by an unknown mafia group," he revealed. My heart skipped a beat, and a chill ran down my spine. The gravity of the situation sank in.
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