TRAPPED; In the Mafia’s Snare…

SAN

ak off into the night, I’ll let mys

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s a time to investigate it was now. There were rumors of a secre

d over his body. What was I doing? This was easily the most insane thing I’d ever done in my life, if I got caught in here it would be the end, I mean just look at

was just a bystander who’d been knocked out, and go to the polic

ort of trap door or something. It occurred to me I never actually considered what I w

with the shooting as well, but the stakes were pretty

ally about to give up when I jumped. I threw my hand over my heart and exhaled loudly as the sight of my r

irror. “Could it be…?” I

hind it! But how could I get through? It was bulletproof, so breaking it wasn’t an option, I could only

w paying attention to the sound of my feet on the

d quickly darted behind

ould tell he was Italian by the tan, the dark thick hair, and the nose. He straightened his suit,

in front of the cashier’s still body, nudged it with his foot, an

e, I would have written it

atching him walk out of it looked like it was just a small m

pushing on it, the door opened with a loud hissing noise. I jumped into the box and shut it behind me. It was small, had it not been for the small light of

y skin in the process. I gave it a hard push and took a st

in the vacancy, I hurried down, down the stairs, down another path, and finally I saw a low light up

her

fferent places, the floor was soft to touch, feeling like a foam mattress under me. The room smelled sweet a

w-lit red lights on the ceiling to the carefully scattered rose petals on the

Shit.

head seemed to be in between her naked legs. I but my lips, if I caught that on video I would have all the p

ming for me to get out of there in the first place seemed to be getting small

hey were closed and her hand was at the top of his head. She panted, and moaned loudly

re you

down again. Turning around again, a tall lanky man was standing before me, his tro