Deadly Embrace

De-sant

have always believed in keepin

no one would believe a mafia boss will reside. I would always park my car around the family hous

ght for a little while. "Ohh, before I forget" I

taircase that descended into darkness. A

d door. I unlocked it and stepped into the baseme

a man begged, his voice trembling whom I he

his eyes wide with fear. As I approached him, he s

n't mean to use him as a shield

t police officer,was because I could not watch my family get killed" I said, my voice low and m

I know, I know! But please, give me another

ed to a nearby table, where a set of keys lay. Picking them up, I approached the

reaming down his face. "I promise I won't

and unyielding. "You'd better keep that promise,". "If I hear even a whis

his entire body shaking. "I

airs. "Get out of here. And

th thoughts what caused the change in heart of my father. Knowing my father hated them with a

n wasn’t one to abandon a grudge wit

mosphere was heavy with an unusual quiet. The absence of guards and servants raised my suspicion. My gut sti

ground . "What.. what" My breath caught in my throat, eyes wide showing utter dismay. I barely had t

om the relentless fire that his enemies were outside, blocking every exit. "Shit" I said looking for a means of

controlling my breathing as I heard footsteps approaching. Some men in black entered, confirming th

voice demanded

one of the att

body,” the voice

ck towards the pile of bodies. Seizing the moment, I cr

hot aimed for my heart, hit my

call. He turned back to leave the room, whi

g structure. My body drenched in blood, barely clinging unto life. I burst into a hidden

I approached my own house, I saw it too was engulfed in flames. Had no time for contemplating. Desperat

ies from an emergency kit I sighted in the house, I treated my injuries, stitching up the worst of the gashes and bandaging my shoulder.

Morett

et, casting a cool feel across the neighborhood. Suddenly, the sound of commotions caught my attention. I turned

t, I ran to a nearby bike. "Call this number later for your bike", I said in an hurry takin

pull into an abandoned house on the outskirts of town. I parked the bike a safe distance away, watching as the man s

red rooms until I found him, sprawled unconscious on the floor. The sight was shocking: his body was ful

side and began to clean and dress his wounds. "Hang in

hed for one, flipping it open to reveal documents about the De-Santi family. My pulse quickened. The De-Santi's are a evil

man. The connection of this man to the De-Santis made me both furious a

questions and I needed answer and I am not leaving until I get one