Mafia's Redemption
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cold and windy evening, then I fo
ll of the alley, but his face was invisible to me
lighter. He lit the cigarette, and through the faint light of the lighter and cigarettes, I saw his face. Damn, I couldn't take my eye off his face because I have never seen someone as beautiful as h
out the blue-eyed man. For the past month, my dream h
ickly get ready for work. Oh, sorry for not introducing myself. I'm Rose
work. On reaching the canteen, I quickly enter the changing room and change into my working clothes. As I was coming out, I bumped into my friend Mark. Mark and I have been
started serving. I decided to rest small
ked like high school lovers. I ask them what they would like to order, and I wrote it down. After
re about to close when suddenly we saw about five men dressed in black suits entering the
and the rest had gone home because their shift was over. On getting to their table, I was fidget
rgeous. I had them speak Italian to each other before they responded to me. They ordered chicken and red wine. I first brought the wine be
s good-looking as he is; he is looking like a model from Victoria Secret. Then I remembered my dream: the blue eye I have always been seeing. The eyes are so similar to the one in my dream. I kept looking, memorizing his face a
e street. The faint light of the cigarette caught her eye. Her heart skipped a beat. I can never forget these blue eyes. It lo
roached the alley, and as she
ura of power and dang
artially revealed his profile; she caugh
ath hitched his rugged features, chiseled jawline, an
a gruff tone: Who are you and why are you following me? Rose stammered nervously. I'm not
flicker of curiosity in those blue eyes. "Yo
en you before in my dreams. Rose confes
, and he examine
you've been in my dreams always with those captivating
ut he quickly masked it. "Dreams are meaningless, and
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o of the feeling that their connection w
e secret he hid so well from the moment on. Rose found herself entangled in a dangerous da
t the barriers he had
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