Willow X Boscha Novels & Stories

She hoped Arabella is safe and alive wherever she is. "RL failed to keep his promise Willow, you need to eliminate him." Philip, one of the leading drug dealer bosses, told Willow who could only nod his head. They were sitting opposite each other with one other. Willow's face mask covered almost all his face except for his eyes and mouth. He could hold his breath as much as he could whenever he was in a meeting with any of the Mafia bosses. Willow was wearing a black Jean and a black top which made his muscles stand out, he wore a pair of black sneakers to go with. His long dark hair packed in a ponytail.

“We got a hit.” There sat the man she referred to as ‘the boss’. A fat fucker by the name of Robert Clemins. Who by the looks of it had never seen the inside of a gym. Even in this image of him, sweat is dripping from his face and all he is doing is standing while talking to someone. Beady eyes sit nestled in his round face. A triple chin squeezes itself out of the buttondown shirt he is wearing. “You….you found him.” Willow whispers. The frown is long gone. I was glad too, I was starting to think it was permanent.