My Teacher Is A Mafia Boss

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I'd bid my final farewell to Marco and the men who had fallen alongside him. Now, I sought

memories flooded my mind. I recalled

beside our parents'. The rain pattered softly around

discipline. My mother's gentle smile brought back memories of her warmth and love. A

ther. Each face implanted in my memory, each loss a fresh wound. I felt the w

respect from a young age. However, my world was shattered at 14 when my father fell victim to

n held us together. She worked tirelessly to provide for us, sacrificing her

ther's health began to decline rapidly, and she fell gravely ill. Despite her valiant fig

. The void left by their absence seemed impossib

ion that would define my future. I vowed to honor my parents' lega

p into the unknown. At just 16, I began working for a local mafia organization, seeking protect

ty, ruthless cunning, and an uncanny ability to navigate the complex web of mafia p

rganization. I controlled various lucrative rackets, with my brother working diligently unde

I worked tirelessly to ensure his safety and well-being, providi

w, he'

eft by his absence threatens to consume me. My carefully constructed

our laughter now taunts me. I'm left questioning eve

ified drenching my clothes. If only its touch c

umbrella's sheltering presence halted the rain's drumbeat against my skin. I

be here," sh

helping me rise from the wet earth. As I stood

her grasp on my hand warm and re

ngers, she guided me toward the car

n had sparked soon after we met, blossoming into a casual relationship built on mutual understanding. W

's silent support enveloped me, a rem

f. "I wish I could stay, but I have to g

ng," I replied, smiling weakly a

iola said, before

laid my brother to rest, it was time to focus on uncovering the

owledge. Secrecy was crucial; I couldn't risk trusting anyone. I co

to waste, I dropped off my bags and made my first move. My goal was

n's stall. But to my astonishment, there was no sign of it. The area

e site's recent sale and demolition. However, details a

focus on my primary objective. Back in my hot

eated a fake ID as Charlie Moses, an American citizen. Despite

needed an instructor for senior students nearing exam season, and I seized the op

in the interview, and within days, I secured the position. The added perks

, I was set to gather informat

nts and teachers streamed in, radiating an air of sophistication. The

ghted from them. For a brief moment, I couldn't help but wonder how

rt and black trousers, my hair restyled and framed b

y pocket, I exuded confidence and authority. My transfo

the bustling hallways. The students' enthusiastic gazes followe

new teacher is handsome!" The g

and restyled hair, it seemed I'd inadvertently enhanced my appeal. "Y

re my colleagues extended warm welcomes. I settled in, scanning

lassroom, where eager faces awaited. "Good m

new mathematics teacher. My goal is to ensure you all pass your exams wit

greetings filled the room

, "Mr. Charlie Moses," and ou

red assent, their

ough!" I said, scanning the room. I called out names, receivin

le

arrived," a stud

eyebrow. "By

attention: "She probably dr

May!" another stu

. "That's quite eno

ival caught my attention. "And you are?

this class," she replied noncha

d me. "Hold up, Miss Windsor

ng the tension. Shirley halt

on't cut it," I stated, my eyes locked onto

sually punctual, ask anyone," she said, gesturing t

d me. Her confidence was captivating

nding the marker. "Solve this equatio

uggled to find a solution.

d. "Your punishment: ru

room. Shirley's s

" she began

or," I interrupt

ropped her bag

bag with yo

ed it up, her

f, she stormed out

esson," I said, turni