The Mafia's Prized Possession

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man. Papa was a good man. A very good man. It didn'

at his a

My father would never

d me and got a chair from another end of th

re the heck are we for crying out loud and why

man parents are also capable of committing a crime. N

es. Pa

I'm going to tell you a story." He lit a pipe and from the faint light that emerged, I n

e smarter too. My father was part of the Russian Mafia just like me and his syndicates stretched

would I know? It's not lik

couldn't go out to play like my brothers as the weather wasn't so comfortable for me. I woul

nd my eyes darted to where hi

olitely. The puffed at his pipe then said something in Russian to

ed in this position for so long. I shuffled my feet unsure of whether

em, Marissa. You

er your life. I bent down and loosened the ropes around my an

sian and so I happened to be unusually white

like pale looking? So

,You have a very

it. Why was he even speaking

as only nine years old at that time and this boy was about twelve. He i

thing rose up inside me. Something. So I went and took Igor's sculpting knife and went out by 11pm to the boy's ho

at'

weakness that I carried around because you see when you kill a m

you want

d in the

ware that I want something. The

depe

thoughtfully repeati

ou'd be as

don't ask for much at all. Your

y then winced. "Don't

kill you and then sell her off to sex traffickers and you as well as

ce. "Tell me what you want

you to bring someo

as how? I don't

to befriend him. Make him trust you. If you can

e, who is he? Whe

e. His son is the payment. I want you

e owes

ka

He stood up and barked orders to the other men in

s happ

ake a few 'changes'. You

t under

This time they dragged me by the arm and out of the room. I heard

taking me?" I b

5 percent."