The Mafia King and his hard-headed slave

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pulls out his phone, looking straight at me. There are var

ed to embarrass myself by showing him that I care what he th

eyes, I don't know if I've ever seen that shade. White shirt,

me. Does he want my help? An

ough the window?" I ask, drawing

Emily Motelli, don't you?" he asked. His perfect accent annou

ounds familiar to me, but

put my hands behind me, leaning on them. He kept looking a

rse you know her, she was your

my head can't put two and two together. But right now, I just want him out of my room, out of my house

ping through his phone and then turning i

nose, and beautiful cheeks. I thought I would never see her again. She is smiling in the photo. Showing her slightly crooked teeth. Her curly hai

a cold expression on my face. "I know her. She was my maid when I was li

t it in his pocket, taking a

to serve another family. They said she left becau

wooden toys when Emily came in. She said she had to go, but that she would come back. S

The only person I could open up to. But now she's go

w her?" I asked

died them all slowly. From the cover, color, text,

es Butlers? Why?! She knew the Butlers were our sworn enemies, but she left anyway. I'm so confused and angry a

he gun I had left, but it wasn't the

y gun in his hand. He twisted it on his finger as if it were a toy. "I already told y

want answers! Why is he here? What does he want? Why is

A large lion was on his neck. That must be the hallmark of his fam

. He took a small metal box out of his pocket and took out a cigar and a lighter. Setting it on fire, he put it betwee

n closer to me. It's on my face, my hair, my body... it stinks

o say, but I heard

gainst his tender skin. I turned around, panicking. I never panicked, but now... now I feel

p look. He shook his head like he was

to the bed. Butler rolled his eyes and quic

d opened the door, ready f

("Aaah, Rita, good luck to me, your mother told me you were tired, are you okay? Did you get blood in yo

ming to check on me," I said, mov

us. But you have to be strong." My father pokes me on the shoulders, making me giggle like a little kid. "The past f

the memories I don't want to remember

to leave. But he's not leaving. He sniff

u

ing at me sharply. "You know what happened la

by the wind," I said pointing to the open window

k, Butler's hand was peeking out from under it. I ran quickly, stepping on hi

is daughter. After all, she deserved it." he smiled a little. "I've found another assignment for you, and I kn

see Butler already standing in front of me. Hi

" he said, holding his hand I had just hit

ly. Oh, you know exactly what we were talking ab

s deliberately teasing me. "Well this was great,

but you know what? This is your first night and I'

laughed at

ly? I know it was a long time ago, b

pecially not with you," I answered

of 23rd Street, you'll see the door on the left, yo

the pa

t I wished I hadn't heard the answer.

it means, but I don't think I like it. He approached me, gently taking

gh it, probably checking to see if anyone was

, love. And, oh, y

hell."

he jumped. I don't know when, I don't know where, I don