My killer my mafia boss

Love blinds people, it is clear. Even if I never believed this before, the reality was there, clearer than crystal clear water.

In fact, looking back more cautiously, I realized that there was really no way that situation could be any other way, I had always been his. Always.

The tattoo on my right wrist told me exactly that.

My thoughts ran differently from the time that passed around me.

The man I was looking at, my executioner, wanted to run towards me and protect me, this man would do anything for me. I dare say this man would die for me. His lips moved, in confusion and nervousness, telling me to get down. He took frantic steps towards me, but was shot in the stomach. My first instinct was to run to him, to see if he was all right. But he kept on shooting the men, not paying any more attention to me. I looked to the side, crystal glasses were exploding, as well as expensive china. I really should duck, protect myself, but I couldn't, I was stuck, in shock.

I turned to the other side and saw Nicole, her bulging six-month pregnant belly making her a nice target, except that Colle was all around her, protecting her so nothing could happen. He was shouting something to me. But I didn't listen either. There were people lying on the ground, and some soldiers exchanging fire.

Something hit my left ear hard. It took me a while to realize that it was a shot, I put my fingers in, feeling the throbbing pain, and my fingers came away wet with blood. My hands trembled, and I finally began to come back to my senses. My name was being called. I knew who it was. My fallen angel. And I wanted to go.

I looked away, and there he was. He was looking at me, in his right hand a Colt 9 millimeter, his eyes were scared, he was afraid for me. Not for him. Never for him.

I saw his lips move slowly.

- It's all right, darling," he said. - It's all right.

I tried to move my foot. But it wouldn't move. I couldn't, my vision was blurring.