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TRAPPED; In the Mafia’s Snare…

TRAPPED; In the Mafia’s Snare…

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Chapter 1 Anything for the scoop.

Word Count: 1112    |    Released on: 17/05/2024

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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

o rock I wouldn’t turn. I would get that scoop. And somed

eda

l, today, I couldn’t afford to buy a pack of cigar

mors, that this establishment is someho

e…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

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