The Mafia's Redemption

a

s, and horror are all I have, as I stumble on the

ered in darkness, pulling down the cre

my father earlier in the day. Hanging on a tiny thread of hope for surviv

ding. I pick the call and slam the door shut. Dust settling over m

are you

hole body trembling as I slowly

nt back

hink of a bet

ll be there soon," his thick voice

my knees as the memories flood back into my mind. I desperately need companio

ad, a pack of power hungry

s to allow Elvis anywhere cl

girl like me. Daughter of a ruthless don. The wedding was his idea o

ood his plan sounds. What was I ever thinking.

ter, far away from the claws of my father and his w

fairy-tale wedding, turn

a murderer, no differ

ect life have brought only pain to the man I alwa

you. If they really want you dead, then they'll hav

from making the mistake of his

phone die

His kind of love could be

er stand against men like these. Men, strong enough

ive myself, if Elvis becomes

eaky sound com

ound my shivering body, backing away from the direc

is useless for defense,

or a less pai

fias, it is an

shut right as the door gives way to a

he same charming voice I fell for some two years ago. I open

till looks as charming as he did when he st

rry, El

ere's anyone to apologize, it

chin and placing a ki

e now. Nothing can separate

stantly, with eyes filled with

killed

news I saw on the news myself, disguised as suicid

m the only heir. And then they'll com

i speak, backin

elf, "...Can't work. We've got to go our sepa

my heart as I speak the wor

those vows. We have a plane to catch for our honeymoon. So would you keep quiet and

'm sorry abou

got me killed, Elvis. It'

! Your life is in danger because of

own but not without my newly wedded wife. The cops are ou

s trail off. His sincerity, deep affection gives

let myself fall for the delusions as we walk

siren lights, as some armed cops approac

the night, suspending my senses for what seems like a minute as I