Killing the Mafia king Softly

tire walked around on the empty streets. Everyone's eyes remained on us since the time we

spered. "Most of them are Law Enforceme

I said, before realizing

s towards the man who stood outside the car that had arr

d my hand towards the hunk of a man who

tify this angel of flesh and bones, of blue gaze and gigantic gait. He took my h

ld, Marco opened the car do

as as soon as he turned to face me, lending h

men tapped at the driver's seat, halting the cruise. She looked outside the window, tapping her finger

ive jewelry to handbags and clothing, the rows of shops in

for?" l asked, tro

cted shimmering heels from its display windows. My mind

r each other in every stiletto we could find. With Carmen's bubbling enthusiasm and careless spen

ed when she smiled, and she looked quite different from when she visited our place. She seemed happy. "I have all boys, and tho

filling the room, her eyes glistened. "With you, Jojo, I feel like I've found a daughter who l

erting me from what I assumed would be an easy mission. Tryi

who can give you company. Are

nswer was a huffed breath that slumped her shoulders.

ere?" I lent her a helping hand. Her lips parted, her pearly whites came on display.

was a Cheet

erever we went, the guards followed, clearing the crowd. Ignoring the feeling of

a certain unexplainable excitement in her voice, like a

I sprinted behind while she drifted

unwilling to resemble a sweaty swine. The place where she ceased her march caugh

for me. Thankfully, Carmen's laughter affirmed it was fin

rved near her mouth, "Not so fancy." I nodded at her assumption, feeling better about opening up to

under shade, ordering from a menu board that was sticky as the summer days

rom here." I blurted the assumption I had o

Blowing raspberries and putting her thumbs down, she winked at me. I had

osed, eyelids fluttered as she exhaled. Only when her jaws stopped grinding did she speak. "I was from a normal family. We couldn't affor

r talk about her family. My heart swooned at the way she talked about s

the streets took turns and rearranged the

nemy, Jojo. It guilt-trippe

ies. A pull inside my chest spread, radiating to my throat. Shoving it

lissfully unaware of what was