Epilogue

ROSE POV

“Max …”

“Mark …”

The both of them had stared down the other as they finally led unto a conversation for the first time in more than half a year.

The tension in the string of their perceived lingering resentment, that reproached each other’s presence, told so much in the tone they used to address their personas.

“Come here ol’ friend. You know retirement’s really taken its toll on you …” Max couldn’t even manage to flinch fast enough and dodge a false jab that a mafia boss in a wheelchair had led to his face.

“I heard you saved my life?” Max no longer doubted what we had made him believe. He was well inclined to still hold his drawbacks to be exclusively confirmed from the source.

“I heard you weren’t able to figure it out in six months … I mean six months really, former mafia boss Max, really.” Of course, Mark mocked him. Really, I mean it.

“I’m a little rusty and a lot busy so … let’s forget about that. Mark, you never told me you’re …” Max made to question his ever keepin