Lethal Business: Mafia's Love Game

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ase and staring at the departure board. My heart skipped a beat as I confirmed

ment. Over ten years had passed since I'd last seen my parents. I'd

er were fuzzy, like a watercolo

ent me away to boarding school in

You'll have the best education and

cold expression, "We'll visit soon

academically, but friendships were fleeting. Letters from

g from them. It was written in Morse code. My curiosity piqued. I decided to confr

the Atlantic felt

ing the city's energy course through my veins. Even at night New York was beautiful.

les?" he ask

me!" I repl

by in a blur of l

to me," I whis

ooked bigger than what it used to be. But I was chi

am, are you sure this is the location?" he a

ly I knew what my parents hou

her unless you get permission

he heightened security measures: Discreetly placed surveillance cameras tucked seamlessly into

ention and serious unease. They did not look like ordinary body guards. They looked like the kind

ad years of military and special operations train

ng blue eyes that seemed to bore into my soul. His sharp jawline and an

air. His eyes, a deep, piercing brown, seemed to absorb

their attire understated yet unmistakably expensive. Their gold cufflin

y, I suggest you get into your cab and start heading back,

ad, why does everyone seem to thin

hat this is private property because my daddy owns it, and maybe

uy pulled up his suit jacked revealing a Glock 22. It's the standard weapon for law

ock of muscles subtly threat

be forced to use violence." Bl

king back at the taxi to make sure h

orales, I'm not dumb enough t

When people realize you've been living in a boarding school since you were ten and have never ha

cond before finding them again. "Che

ment. After a while there was feedback. His eyes widened. I the twenty minut

orry for the misun

exhale all the air

or you shortly, pleas

one of the large figures grabbed my suitcase. In a moment, a car drove o

deur of my family's estate unfolded before me. The Morales Manor wa

ay. The air was crisp and clean. It was filled with

The place looked like a sanctuary, hidden from the ordinary man and pro

who I assume is the butl

s I reached the top, I saw Mom and Dad standing in the doorw

hispered, her v

ned, his face f

en aback by t

ventured, atte

ng a gasp. Dad's gaze darted around t

oing here?" Dad asked,

ill run dow

right?" I joked, tryi

welled up w

we didn't expect y

't understand what he was thinking till he

nfusion was grow

, and a surp

nding her hands. "Ariana,

on was, s

asked, my voice bar

a mixture of fear and desperation. "Arian

They cal

n so much he was bearly recognible. His

to her room," Dad instructed, h

nodded d

s way, Mis

eeling dismiss

got here. We

her expression was strained. "Later, d

Ariana's luggag

new this path all too well. There was a large painting at the end

timeout because that was what was happening. As we climbed the stairs,

ression rema

liberty to discuss fami

r, and Jenkins opened it

nki

his eyes

Miss A

y chest. I sat there for hours on end till night fell. I paced, trying to make sen

r the sound of tires screeching. With how heavily guarded the estate

d the evening calm. Panic set in as I rushed to the wi

riveway, spewing forth armed men. Bullets ripped

ard shattering glass, screams, and the thund