AN ANGEL FOR THE MAFIA

There Cordelia was, standing outside in front of her late dad’s house, waiting for Mr Smith, the personal assistant to her late Father.Mr Smith had booked Cordelia a flight to Croatia, but unlike always, since she was born, Cordelia was not going to fly first class this time.Mr Smith arrived in the Uber that was going to take Cordelia to the Boston Logan International Airport right there In Massachusetts for her trip.“Cordelia, I need you to understand that I’m doing this for your safety.”“You’re their next target.” Mr Smith said, holding Cordelia’s hands tightly towards him.“Your dad was such a good boss to me and my family, and I can not bear to watch anything happen to you. I will send the money from selling the house to you, before you land in Croatia.”“Here is a little amount from me and my family to take care of yourself.”“Everything has been taken care of Cordelia, so I’m positive that you'll be alright.”“Thank you so much Mr Smith” Cordelia said in a quavering voice.

“We’re here Ma’am.”“Thank you.” Cordelia said, staring at the bouncer in front of the entrance through the car window.Cordelia was hesitant to get down from the car.She was having flashbacks of how Senator Ivan’s boys almost planted a bullet in her head.“Is everything alright ma’am?” The driver asked.“Yes, I’m fine, thank you.” Cordelia answered as she stepped out of the car.Cordelia took a deep breath, then walked towards the entrance of the bar.The bouncer recognized her and didn’t want to let her in, until she showed him the card that Mckayla had given her the other day.Cordelia’s reason for coming to the fainting goat was to ask about Jared.She knew nothing about the guy that she was falling for.As she entered the bar, she felt a bit out of place. She wasn't used to the dim lighting and the smell of alcohol, but she took an another deep breath and walked up to the bartender.This time, it wasn’t the same person that saw her slap Senator Ivan, so she relaxed.“Excuse me,

It was another monotonous day, blending into the seemingly endless stream of school days for Cordelia. As she lay in bed, a heavy sense of dread settled over her, casting a shadow on her thoughts. The mere idea of facing another day filled her with anxiety and unease.Ever since that dreadful incident a few days ago, Cordelia couldn't shake off the lingering horror. The memory of it replayed in her mind, haunting her every waking moment.She longed to escape the repetitive cycle, yearning for something different, something that would break the monotony."I don't want to go to school," Cordelia muttered to herself, her voice filled with resignation. "It's just going to be the same thing all over again. I'll be trapped in a classroom, bored out of my mind. During recess, I'll feel lonely and like an outcast."Yet, amidst her internal turmoil, another voice emerged, gently reminding her of the reasons why she had to face the day. "But Cordelia, you have to go to school. You can't hide

“Why did Cordelia rush out of the bar like that? What happened?” Jared asked McKayla, his curiosity piqued by Cordelia's sudden departure.“She came to borrow some money, and I gave her my condition. I can’t give my money for free. I work really, really hard for it,” McKayla explained with a hint of frustration in her voice. 'Money? She came here for money?' Jared thought, silently piecing together the situation. He was taken aback by the revelation but maintained his composure. "How much was she asking for?" he inquired, genuinely curious. “She was asking for 5k+,” McKayla replied, her tone indicating that the amount was substantial. "But, McKayla, you can afford that easily. Why don't you just lend it to her?"Jared countered, surprised by McKayla's hesitation. “I want her to work for me, Jared. With that girl, I’m going to make so much money," McKayla responded with a determined glint in her eyes. Her ambitious nature shone through, as she saw an opportunity to capitalize on Corde

Coming from the fainting goat, Cordelia stormed her way through the glass doors downstairs. She was going to take the elevator to her apartment floor, before she was interrupted.“Good Afternoon Miss Cordelia. A letter came in for you. It’s in front of your door..” One of the security men at her apartment said.“A letter? From who? Anyways, thank you very much. Good afternoon.” She responded.The security man had dropped the yellow envelope for Cordelia on the brown mat in front of her door.“Who could this be from?” Cordelia said to herself as she tried to open her apartment door.There was no address on the letter, only a little brown seal that held the envelopes flap tightly.Cordelia let out a deep sigh. The thought of what just happened at the bar was still poking at her mind. “How could she do such a thing to me? She knows I don’t like that man! She knows what he tried to do to me.”Cordelia was both sad and mad at the current state of things.She opened the curtains and droppe