Bound By The Mafia's Love

g rhythm that echoed through the cozy aisles and the distant rumble of

orting through new books and helping the few customers that frequen

furry cat that usually came around to keep me company didn't show

unch which I had kept specifically for the cat. I s

ghtly around me and stepped into the rain. I had forgotten my umbrella at home, so I woul

to the house I shared with my uncle, I heard a loud noise from the alley on my right. I smile

, but I couldn't see the cat anywhere. The alley was dark but I could make out objects, clearly enough

nt of me holding a gun in front of someone that was sprawled out on the floor. My heart be

a good look at his face because of the tall street light jus

urry away. From my hiding spot, I couldn't see the face of the man on the floor but I could see h

om him. I heard the poor fellow hissing in pain. The lights flickered again just in time

ossed the gun at the corpse on the floor

that I felt it would rip right out of my chest. I gripped my chest in pain as g

got ripped out for a second. I knocked over an empty c

my eyes landed on the cat. "There you

in. The sound of their shoes on the floor felt like a death sentence. I gasped for air a

the cat jumped out, landing on the fi

wall. "It's just a cat, let's go before I throw up." He said to the other men and t

ind the bin. The cat just sat there on the floor, licking its legs. I saw the cut

emptied the contents of the paper bag on the floor. I looked up and my heart skipped a bea

straight home without looking back until I had gotten to the entrance of the house. The lights were on

d the door open. The house felt

after I lost my parents in a car accident that I had mysteriously survived when I was fi

e and career as a wrestler to look after me, it was the least I could do to make him feel like

a gentle kiss on his cheek, "How was yo

" I answered

of its colour and you looked like you just saw a ghost and did you rea

that I had just witnessed a murder in an alley and I had narrowly escaped being murdered

nt straight to bed. Under the comfort of my blanket, I couldn't stop thin

get about everything. To wake up tomorrow and not find a single trace of w

rder scene and the loud noise the gun had created kept replaying i

presence—tall and lean with piercing dark eyes that seemed to see right through peop

ing a murder to analysing what the murderer looked like, but not in the