Innocent Brie and the Mafia King

ightly hot from the microwave and flavoured in salt. Her brother, Vossi, sat on the

er; her long brown locks remaining straigh

hat. She thought

rather than colours and letters. She would calculat

shed her off as

ed, pressing his cheek a

asphalt of driveways. Lawn mower engines whirr

reparing dinner. It was an utterly normal and co

ame, Angela hopped up to check on it. She hoped it might be

how he got in she didn't know - and gl

at. His shoes were decorated with silver metals and more beige leather, and t

yelled, "Som

on her jeans. When she saw the man she stopped an

rs." She s

't readable as all Angela could see was his daring

voice croaked, "Sh

looked just like their mom. Everyone said so. The

towards the stairs but d

as older after all - defini

seem to make herse

to take her hand and squeeze it, reassure her, tell her that ever

ards Angela's mother, and s

easy?" The man asked again with a scoff, the notes on th

l, breathing heavier,

she took a step back. He woul

the numbers and shapes would come to l

He moved stiffly as though he was hesitan

ears glossed over her eyes, "Your world wasn't made for

efore speaking five cruel and empty words. "B

chin. "And th

ackwards, Angela thought, still not se

gaze went

Angela, a girl barely

was still trying to decipher his mannerisms

once, her mind wasn't capable en

d into the l

l on. He looked up with half-lidded eyes. "Who'

la told him, "come

uch and followed Angela into the hallwa

stairs, Angela saw her fathe

see him holding one. What was odd was the w

ed the gun at

ht made

either of them, even when they got into big tro

ye

r as he barely dodged it, the bullet biti

ridged dagger from

lunged his dagger into his stomach, holding it

ke sticks snapping, a

ng. Although now, the carpet was tracked

takes

veryone seemed to be screaming except for him. E

aid, looking towa

ad, moving toward the kitchen, "You

he man declared, "Not a

und the corner of their kitchen isl

arms knocking magnets off

et, hot metal. Like some cleaning equipment mom would use on h

man

hat would l

nd kicking at his legs with her feet. She wasn't even scared. She

stood there, as though he couldn't quite believe what he'd don

k to one kne

ed after killing

re annoyed at what an inc

y, then why did he do

treaming down his face as Angela dropped to her knees

his fourteen-year-old self holding more year

th his disinterested eyes before turning around, and lea