The Mafia's past sin
en
t to my car, my hands
aline but from rec
d- but alive. And he's gone aga
door shut, my fingers fumbling for my keys. I just no
ic of my childhood home was now a man whose name w
utes before realizing I had
muttered and took a deep bre
e same badge on my chest. But I
phone dragged me b
mes
o number or
me? Had someo
warning. It
drian Moretti and I didn't call it in. I even too
ch as reported this, it was goodbye t
e a collea
ught. I couldn't stop the se
three random turns before pulling int
ere to breathe and process all th
e doorbell dinged and the smell of grease filled the air, clink
oth, back to the wall, eyes on
band that tied my hair in a pon
iform was black, or I would've looked like a seria
s soon as I got into my car so I loo
decision hit me
me scene. Helped a suspect get treated in an illegal
d-splattered uniform, which was visib
k. Pl
low whistle.
a." I muttered,
the mug like it was the only thing in my life right now that I could gra
report wha
t I had seen and helped Adrian Morreti- the most wanted man in the city an
quickly it was bashed, because even if I tr
ring open, hazy and broken,
fused rasp o
t recogn
ush it aside, and I hat
m as a ghost- something made
t, and I was the one who had seen an
d and my eyes snapped
lse s
s not very visible, but from where I sat I could see the butt of
table, and quietly slipped out the b
or someone from the departme
a black tank top underneath, I shoved the jacket into a dumpster. I
the run, as my mind was sp
not sure if it was Adrian or not but I cou
through a gun barrel. I sat rigid in the corner seat as
ly and walked the rest of
n and locked the door behind me, all bolts and chains drawn. My small studio a
the dried and cracked blood off my skin. I stood still l
ter what seemed like an eternity w
icked up my phone, and called
to my burner phone. The one I
and typed
ria
quickly d
sn't know he bled in my arms a
nt ten years pretending he didn't exist, righ
mber I had spent every day for a whole year texting and calling after he had vanis
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hat Eve
artment door jol
Twice.
e kn
ed it. No one came to my place unannounced,
my gun held low and steady in m
ice said. Male.
in a frown. I didn
ld firmly at my back. I saw a tall man in a gray hoodie and
e to me, and once I took it he wal
laced my gun back where it was, and slowly opened the
was a sin
ing. Simpl
hitched when I re
ore he vanished. It was a cheap promise ring from
st then and I picked
s helps you
another unkn
n my hand, my heart pulse
as sending me a message that
Warning? Or