The Mafia's Dark Desire

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air-heavy and ragged. I couldn't believe what I had just put into action. TThe warmth of the knife was still

scape, disappearing out of there. Until my eye fell upon it-the safe. Mr. Donald's safe, the one I had

belonge

r, with my fingers shaking, I stood amazed at what lay before me.

t one stack after another till my arms we

ould change everything.But as I turned to leave, the

ind

ous voice. It gave me

n my hands. Two men stood silhouetted in the door; th

wling his words, but didn't act as if the blood on the floor bothered him

weren't just any men. These were the kind of people

shaky. "I just want to get out of here.

t. "You think we're going to let you walk out of here after

n, and I didn't wait for them to come closer. I threw the bag in the air, sending it flying towar

g. I was too fast, too desperate to escape. My breath came in rag

hem again-three more men in black suits, blockin

one of them commande

in a position to fight. I couldn't go

wung my fist with all my strength, connecting with his jaw. He stumbled b

t his knees. He fell back, cursing under his breath. But the third man was

w into his gut, sending him stumbling backward, b

snapped up the nearest trash can lid and swung it with all my force. The lid came crashing dow

bottle from a nearby pile of refuse and swiped the air with it. The sharp, jagge

is time I did not stop, running for blocks and with a de

est felt tight in breathing, and my legs were screaming for rest. My head w

ieve that I wa

rah's breathing had become too much. It seemed as though I had been

he entrance, his face tinged with panic. His hands were slightly trembl

is desperate words spilled out in a rush, frantic. She stopped frozen in place-as if her mind would

.. they won't take her. They won't admit her.

dn't even admit her. They-" He was choking on his own words. "I've been begging the

ed tight. I slammed my fist against the glass, my hear

sbelief. My whole world had just turned upside down. I had escaped one nightmare on

down my face. "Please, just help her.

ith frustration. "I'll get someon

umbling around me. I had no money

had left. The promise I made to Sarah t

ything that had happened-the fight, the escape, the rush of adrenaline. But nothing compared to the sinking feeling in my chest as

cked, barely a whisper.

e thought of losing her-my mother, the only person who had ever cared for me. The one who had saved me from the junkyard, from

ce full of helplessness. "I'll get

o, the frustration building in his every step. I wanted to believe him, but deep down, I knew we we

fight, of the blood, of the money I had left behind. It was all so messed up. Everything felt wrong.

as unbearable. But what else could I do? I couldn't keep going

ket, the sudden sound so sharp it

as a notification from an unknown number. My fingers froze over the screen for

y, and for a moment, I thought I had somehow been sent the

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my hatred for my survival and for the thing I did out

The camera was shaky, as if it had been filmed secretly, and I could ba

ody moved, the way I look

and I couldn't stop it. I couldn't take it back. shame sprea

t I would not let them fall.

ds shaking, but it was already too late f

lmed it? And worst-wh

his time, I didn't even need

t who I really was. And the

ed Peter wasn't the only one to hear my pain ton