No Right Or Wrong In Mafia

levision was drowned by the downpour

barely anyone in today. It had been raining all day, so the regu

ld know and appreciate. Every cup, after all, was brewed to perfection, with the right amount of each ingredient. People from in and around the city flocked there, n

ird table, rubbing away the round coffee rim stains that sat on each surfac

ly pointed at the small television screen as

erly as he reached over the counter to pull on her

to face him. "No, I have no interest in politics. The only reason

defended. "And I think you'll like

ire grabbed the remote and cranked up the volume

n Moscow, Russia. Anonymous sources shared claims of a rise in criminal activities, whi

cut short when Sapphire switc

rotested. "I was

him, sending him a steady glare that had h

m taking you home, remember?" He didn't receive a re

al relations so often. It was because he wanted Sapphi

reaching over to hold her hand. "Yo

use I want to. Don't you think I know I can leave the staff to take care of the regular day to day operations and do wh

ew he mess

hat she didn't have to work. In fact, the fortune that was waiting for her after h

father was and what he did for a living when she was only fifteen years old. She remembered it lik

. Even though he adored her as his baby girl, Sapphire never ret

ally fallen to her name. However, she has never used a single dime. In her view, she was doing quite fine without him before her mother

raised her

id after a while, as the clock str

lass window, showcasing the very distinct view of the cats and dogs pou

with an exaggerated eye roll. "O

ut

not mad. I just need to think. Maybe a

he topic. He could see that there was much more to her story that she didn't tell him. In fact, all she told him was that her father, Enriq

ys a woman of moral values, and her love for people was far beyond his understanding. It's one of the re

from her diner with her best friend. H

and umbrella. All he got in response was a nod as Sapphire kept her e

re he leaned down for a kiss but found his lips landing on her

obody's fault but his, before mumbling a quic

her head. She caught a glimpse of her reflection in the sparkling silver of the coffee machine. Her skin was paler than usual, and even h

Andre. But they had been together for six months, and he was growing quite curi

le who knew her, was her best friend, Tiffany, and the people who took her in a

the ones who saved her life all those years ago, when she was an equivalent to a priso

gaged in with people who stopped by for coffee or moms who came to grab a muffin for thei

affeine captures that end of the society. Then, there are the students who would grab a beverage and sit by the window, being immersed in whatever assignments laid on the screen in

opped by an evening after work, looking for a meal that wasn't dipped in oil or cost a fortune. Luckily for him, Sapphire had just the thing.

eople. D'Andre was captivated by her interest in a mere stranger then, and Sapphire was dazzled by his vivid imagery of storytelling.

etter skill at talking rather than listening, but he was somehow the first man in all her adult

r did. In fact, he made it his personal duty to find every and any news article of the Russian Mafia and deliberately left it in her path. Sapphire took back her keys yeste

even brought to her attention until recently. Enrique was a cruel man,

to have that much wealth sitting around, not being used. Even when she opened the diner two years ago, Sapphire's portion of the

been botherin

and jammed her finger on the bright, red button, completely forgetting tha

n, like the hundreds of people she interacts with weekly. Was this entire façade only an excuse or effort to live a some

So did Aella and Maso

ire knew the answer. Because they wer

o stood by the Russian Federation Government House holding placards. As her curiosity

on against the Organized Crime Unit that had taken over the country. Protesters showed up in masks to protect their identity in fear that

er eyes. Was it this bad? That people had to

and government, residents are left askin

n went bl

't start bringing it to her attention, she would'v

nhumane, but there was never a great uproar in the economy like this. In fact, even being in his house, everything was alway

s nothing less than a monster. People were so sick of him that they were pleading with the heads to take action, w

how it seemed, there isn't one person who dared challenge him. Maybe Enrique would if he was still alive. Indeed, Enrique wou

huff, turned the sign, and closed th

ted that it had found residence in her subconscious. But as bad as he was, p

nd definitely, no one could command au

dn't have his