DAYS OF LUST WITH THE MAFIA BOSS

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t. Only our tremulous breaths could be heard as our eyes scanned the many galleries, searching for the hidden presence amongst us. What I once t

nd and tearing paintings from their frames. The artworks, which have served as a source of inspiration and

of medical attention

ts himself," I said in a whisper as I flinch

said with his eyes and gun f

owards us, and I placed my hand over Patrick's shoulder, gripping his

lled out, releasing a vas

is!" he demanded w

eed of. As his growing impatience grew more terrorizing, he reached for a gun in the waistband of his

We need to call the poli

ia," he spoke calmly and unloaded his g

words were of the same irrational degree as the madman's actions, and

oughts. I placed a shielding hand in front of my eyes as the bright headlights from the cars pierced throug

k acted as if this was just another ordinary evening of his life. He muttered words of frustratio

up had weapons of their own. Their sharp-eyed glares landed on the two of us, but they soon

the trigger, a gunshot rang through the air. I watched with horror as the man too

man from the group spoke and

Patrick defended and held out his

?" the man asked with a smirk

ow each

, but bringing one of your filthy whores along with you, to do yo

t the amicable and mellow acquaintance who took me out to the caf

atrick begged and shielded me from their weapo

" the man smiled smugly and stepped aside as the ec

f, seeing that unpleasant familiar face, who I had encountered hours ago. For a fleeting moment, as he caught a glimpse o

lled one," the man informed to the face t

," Louis spoke to his partner in crime, bu

arrowed against my own, studying me deeply with a spine-chilling curiosity. I had shifted my weight and gulped down a b

, and completely ignored his group who await for more commands. I was terrified under his gaze, and undoubtedly, he had sensed

s's men." A voice announced from the wrecked gallery, leading Louis's eyes to find their

our friends a message," Louis replied, and I co

the body of a man who I had seen alive, just minutes ago. I felt a warm tear slide down my cheek as it has been th

?" Louis spoke in a taunting manner. I raised my head as he had mentioned me, but I furrowed my brows at

sed to believe that you were foolish enough to step foot in my territory again," Loui

ime," he added and turned to look at me, but an exhal

oin Jackson down there on the floor," he provoked and ra

eyond my knowledge and I was truly perplexed to understand what situation I had gotten myself into. I turned to Patrick with an a

hrugged, narrowing his eyes at me. My shoulders heaved through alarm at the sound of his

nst the trigger. I was relieved with his compliance, but Patrick scoffed and

nd traditions, but you never follow through wi

ur father had multiple mistresses, but they've slowly disappeared. I'm

atrick asked with

mongst you; this person has been causing you problems with other mafia families. The Carlos

ia? I wondered, my lips no

on to you? There is a word that you Italians live by, something that you hold

atrick started to pace around slowly, tapping the muzzle of his gun against his temple, pretend

tracks with a sly grin displayed across

ert

a powerful punch, but another fist had unfortunately made strong contact with his jaw. In retaliation, Patrick atte

neel onto the ground. My heart was racing as I looked at Patrick's face; a lump was starting to form on his forehead, and I was

ain. He then revealed his possession of a gun and dug the cold metal tip into the back of Patrick's skull, towering over him with power and dominance. My heart

going to

yell, but only em

do not k

instantly turned their attention towards me, astonished by my audacity to s

s the ground, leading his enemy to bellow in pain as he was too weak to save himself from the fall. Followed by his

me," Louis demanded over his shoulder, ordering

y men made their way towards me. He was beaten badly as I moved his hair, now sticky

ut with tears threateni

hand, but I was suddenly ripped away from his grasp and yelle

hrough gritted teeth, with spits and splatt

what felt like hard plastic against my aching skin. I turned my saddened gaze towards Patrick and

happenin

ter, as I was trying to make sense of this all, I felt a burning, itching and tightening discomfort around my neck. This wretched pig has placed a burlap sack over

e once again. When his grip became tighter on my arm I forcefully stepped my heel against his foot, making sure that the stile

a," I heard him se

behind, something that I had worked so hard on. I had no other choice than to surrender to thi

ated to myself many times but

lthough, I was satisfied that I had shared this misery with someone else, as the guard behind me dragged his

ess Lo

re shoving me inside of a car. My tainted skin, covered with the dried blood of a dead woman and a

nt of a cigarette mixed with a crisp and aromatic cologne lingered in the car; the air around me was frigid and filled with tension, but the f

ered apathetically, as if the events tha

ated those dauntin

me into his barbaric world of violence, inhumanity, and death. I was no longer surrounded by silence; the lonely void