Mafia’s Little Wife

er with peeling paint and a faded neon sign that flickers in

ale coffee, the only sounds were the hum of the fluoresce

nd scuffed from years of use. The floors were linoleum, worn down to the

the cup in her hand f

nager shouted from behind the counter. "Do

e said as she quickly collected

he works a lot but

er for a few months now, and she was constantly struggling to make ends meet. She worked long ho

ings would get better one day. But as she found herself in the back booth counting the b

ork!” Her boss shou

g as she glanced at the clock. It was only 7 PM, but she already felt exhausted from her long day of work. As a waitr

ed everything about l

his head and muttering to himself. "What's up, Tobi? You look as if you found a ra

rlfriend messing up our dinner plans again." He held up a burnt

n her chest. They usually hold their dinn

ill love her

f we just met each oth

ous,” Lily said, holding her

better get a man soon Lily, you ne

that, love did not put food on

g with Tobi or making a customer's day with a simple smile or compliment. Lily has always

ed down her back in loose waves. Her eyes were a deep brown, with long lashes that accentuated their sh

n toughness about her, a resilience that cam

dy with a quip or a comeback to anyone who dared to cross

but even in her casual attire, Lily had a certain grace

feeling a sense of relief that her shift was finally ov

the trash for me? We've go

rough the dark alley behind the diner. She hated that part of the job, es

erself for the journey ahead. She stepped outside and felt a chill

st as she made her way through the d

ception. The air was thick with the musty smell of garbage, an

g in hushed tones. She froze, her hand gripping the trash bag tightly. She strained her

plan. She knew she had to act fast to leave this alley. People that talk in hushed tones

spers coming from two men standing afar. She froze, trying her best to

wants those bodies taken car

e talking about. Dead bodies? Was this some kind of murdere

oise that echoed through the alley. Lily's heart ran a few miles per hour. She knew wo

of them said, grabbing Lily's hand t

, hoping someone would come out to at least help. Maybe

shut girl. You would only put yourself

g in her chest. Just as she thought all hope was lost, a sudden, deafeni

ed backward, barely able to keep her balance. She looked up and

figure aimed at him. Another gunshot rang out, and Lily watched in shoc

ce in the alley, broken only

nowing what to do next. It seemed a

ut and save her, especiall

a mask, and she couldn't make out who it was. He slowly removed his mask,

over her head, and a hard knock at the back