The Mafia King's Obsession.

AB

out the place before tomorrow night's drop. The plan was simple, come

erything look tired and old. The table in front of me is cracked and sticky, the seat lumpy and worn down

ut anyone remembering my face. That's the plan. But t

are thousands of women in this city, I could have chosen any on

e fate just enjoys wat

t in the middle of something dangerous. The Rossi Cartel picked this place for tomorrow night's drop, the one job

n's outside checking the exits, cameras, and alarms. I just need to si

to her. I even stopped a guy from drenching her i

hell was

t as well have hung a neon sign outside saying something

r eyes low like she doesn't want to be seen. She flinched when I brushed a loose strand off her face. The

n this filthy light, like the sea near the Amalfi coast. But she doesn't use them

's been through this before. It makes my stomach twist with anger. I want

eam, ended up stuck in this rundown bar. But she's got fire in her. I can see it when s

he'd love it. For a second, she smil

in, probably worried the Rossi Cartel will pull the deal if anything feels wrong. He's nervous, that much is clea

right there. But I can't do that. Not tonight. N

n finally disappear. Start over. If it goes wr

ard where the smokers hang out. It's perfect for a fast exit. Ev

? Why did I stay? Why did I tell

, to keep her safe. But that's not my job. She's

n't stop wa

ame now, and tomorrow I'll

h the light. She's got that natural beauty that doesn't need any effort. She's probably in her early twenties, far too you

she taps on the bar when she's bored, the way her fingers dance as if she's hearing music

rgets where she is, and I can see the dream in her eyes. She loves Italy,

ould take

rased like I never existed. My name will vanish, and I'll

weakness, a distraction. You can't run clean

on't act. That's what

and I see something in her eyes. Curiosity. Maybe

asking questions, and I can't afford that. Not

en as I stand, I can st

y know I'll