Mafia’s Little Wife

he was hungry, tired, and weak. Stuck here agai

ing. I heard them talking about dead bodies but I don't know who. I work at a restaurant there. I was about to turn and leave when m

honesty in her eyes. He was sure that she was tellin

ispered something into his ear. Lorenzo's expression turned grim. "We ne

as she was free, Lorenzo led her out of the basement and into a waiting car outside.

he empty street, feeling uneasy as the sun began to rise in the distance. She couldn't shake of

ckened her pace, but the footsteps seemed to get faster too. She turned around to see who it

ued. She looked over her shoulder again and saw a man in a dark hoodie following

er, and took a deep breath. She felt relieved to be safe, but

walked into her shabby apartment

g when a knock was

eephole, and sure enough, it was the man with the hoodie who was following her not

ocking the door and cracking it open just enough to speak. "

ars and rough facial hair. "I'm sorry to bother you," he said, hi

by his concern. "Why

hands once more. "Let's just say I owe

't deny that the man's presence was making her uneasy

s hoodie, revealing a middle-aged face with scars. Lily's heart skipped a beat as she felt a wave of fear wash over her.

ld be made fake. She raised a skeptical eyebrow. “Why would you

ndeed you don't, but you have been able to infiltrate Lor

don't get your point. Even if he does, why do

the disappearance of you