TRAPPED; In the Mafia’s Snare…
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oo far. The bolder and more crazy the story, the more I wanted to be the one to cover it. The more dangerous the situation, the
rock I wouldn't turn. I would get that scoop. And someday
eda
l, today, I couldn't afford to buy a pack of cigar
mors, that this establishment is someho
...wh
e families of New York! The five families that have dominated org
rties," He
o hoots with?" I leaned across the counter further forcing the recorder closer t
work here." He said, putting
omething you need to talk. Not only would you be obstructing the Law if you didn't, but imagin
thing to do with any mafi
a point
I'm not getting anything from
ic to my struggle, and shook his head.
uuuuure?" I put on my
siti
order, "Fine. Can I at least use th
pointed me in the dir
sting pictures or something along the hallway or in the bathroom, a face that I could trace. The owner
freelance, along with every other wannabe out here. If I wrote it, and they liked it, I was in. But that meant it had to be better than ever
down. "Ridiculous!" I muttered. I pulled out a tube of ruby-red lipstick and applied a thin coat ov
d ruc
nitely mafia-related ties here. But that would have to wait. I dove into a stall and jumped up onto the seat,
ly
urvived this, I would have inside footage!
shrill scream, but I remained completely mute, even when whoever had entered started firing off in the room. Bullets came through the bathroom stall, they se
f open firing across the whole bathroom, the
beside me get kicked open, and then silence. I had left my lipstick on the counter! Fucker. Fucking fucker! More footsteps. I pointed my phone
e, I swallowed the lump in my throat. This was it. I was going to die. And I did t even get
I heard someone yelli
rry! Let's g
ly, suddenly the feet in my line of vision wer
y d
bitch. I'm
turned back to look at the holes in the stall, the stall that I had just been leaning against. How had they missed me? He knew what
I wasn't going to let that go to w
one set to record, I made