The Mafia Don's Captive

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o go up and show Uncle Patrick the wristwatch I've gotten for him as a birthday gift. His birthday took place a few days

om the Japanese neighbor's apartment, nor the smell of spice and onions. I press my ear softly

she's

place was eerie silent as

didn't s

four at most, then twelve any day he didn't have a lot of work. The Japanese lady runs a food court downtown and often rushes hom

voices in the room, but the most prominent one is deep and scary, like a creditor threatening his debtor to

ween my fingers, I lift a fist and knock softly.

aty palms together, finally re

e corridor. Placing my left hand on my chest, I reach out for

und his mouth, his hands behind his back. He's still seated on his favorite leat

a bruise forming on his right cheekbone and his lip

t the signal to run but there's no way I'm leaving with

to see a hulking man for the first time, pointing a metal gun at me. His face is partly veil

his eyes on me, stark with fear. I look past the hulking man's dark, steely eyes to see that he wasn't alone. His equally veiled companio

urther around my neck, almost stifling my life. Suddenly, he releases me, an

uck are yo

These guys are armed robbers at most and thought we have a lot of money. Probabl

int you. We have nothing. You can see for yourself, the

steps forward and pointed his gun directly at my forehead. "If you don'

my lips together with two fingers

closer. "It'll be best if I knock you out as well. This isn't about you, but the w

ts explode in my vision, then complete darkness as I fall ov