Christmas Downfall: Don, You Shouldn't Harass A Mafia Princess
glass windows, making a faint, crackling sound-exactly like the tap of Daniel
he's working for Grizzl
ng my black tea with clinked
billowed up a
routes, his rackets ranging from casinos to dockside warehouses, so powerful that even the polic
best friend leaned in closer, her voice ti
took a bullet for Grizzly from a rival-three ribs broken,
note of disgus
d has a congenital heart disease. Th
ill
ddenly I remembered three years ago, before Daniel had been completely sucke
of Grizzly's inner circle. He'd popped open a bottle of 1982 Lafite at random, the number on the l
intercept a shipment of arms belonging to his rival Cobra at the docks. He sne
otout, yet dragged himself through
hands when Lola took half of it to b
ents broke ou
money; Lola smashed the bear-head badge on his desk and screamed
orning, and Daniel, losing his temper after her
dge at the officers' feet-she knew Grizzly hated nothing
punishment
ll night, half-dead when he was let out, yet s
one dawn, leaving only a note: "Living with someone like you for a
t make it throu
day, just like it did
e the man Grizzly sent stood beside him and said coldly:
e child's cold little quilt, his shoulder
nd Lola in a nightclub i
nessman, a diamond ring the size of a pigeon's egg
l found her, he was followed by two of Grizzly's bo
s smiling brightly as she
guards swarmed to beat him, his face bruised and swollen, two teeth
od, his voice raspy like a broken bellows: "Run! Even if you ru
twisted with the force of his grip
ground thickly, just like the ginkgo-leaf-strewn path he'
g the crack on the teacup-the one he'd accidentally
still stained with blood, and said:
't had anything to do with
him the c
hat Lola had taken the money, not
y voice as faint as the
nd looked at
cleaning house lately, and Daniel. h
, just like the roasted sweet potato he'd given me in the
ed to see the eighteen-year-ol
tato char on his collar, and he turned to wave at me from the class
y, I'll buy you the best roasted s