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Mafia queen Chapter 36
Matteo Rodriguez Few months later.I kneel at the headstone, staring at the name blankly as I trace it with my fingers.I promised myself I'd just come to greet her and go back but seeing her name made memories wash in."Hey," I sit on the floor in front of her headstone."it's been a while."I look up at the sky, I find myself doing a lot of that nowadays. "I know I'm a jerk for not coming to see you all this while but I'm sorry... I couldn't just face you. face what happened." I still can't, but that's what kept me going, made me who I am today.The gentle breeze is so soothing I felt my eyes start to close. I also haven't been getting a lot of sleep these days."You can hate me for all you want but I just want you to know that I love you and I always will and nothing or no one can change that."The cemetery was quiet, only the sound of the man mowing the yard could be heard.Silence again. The silence was starting to wrap around me like a second layer of skin, like the warmth of a
Mafia queen Epilogue
Matteo Rodriguez I smile when I hear the little feet pats on the floor. Keeping the guns I was stacking back into the drawer, I sit at the edge of the table with open arms, ready for him to come crashing into them. "DADAAAAA." He screams when he rounds the corner and sees me, running straight into my open arms and I sweep him off his feet. "Hey buddy," I ruffle his hair and he giggles, big brown hazel eyes look up at me and I melt. Like always. I always do. I love my son's bright innocent eyes, reminds me of my mum's. "Mama?" he asks, tilting his head sideways asking about his mum and I shake my head glancing at my watch. She should be here any minute now but I can't find her anywhere. "Mama's on her way love," I set him on the table and I pull my chair closer to him. "Have you eaten?" He nods, playing with the purple dinosaur in his hands while I watch him. He looks like the mini version of both Arianna and I but I'd like to say he looks more of Arianna than me. He has her
Mafia queen Chapter 1
Matteo RodriguezThe honks of cars and the conversations of passerbys and tourists fills and flows through the air as I maneuvere my way through the busy streets of Washington DC.My phone was ringing non-stop in my pants but I make no attempt to even check who it was.It's the same routine everyday. Wake up, exercise or if possible go to the gym, bathe, drive to work then come back to meet Eve at home. The same thing happens over and over again and I think I'm fine with it - no -I know I'm fine with it.But today's just different. I could feel it in my bones and I don't like it. The difference is just that I've been all over the place since morning. Woke up late, couldn't even lift a fucking weight, my car broke down in the middle of nowhere and now I'm having endless calls from people from my workplace I guess.Groaning and glaring at anyone who comes my way, I walk up to the elevator ignoring the stares people gave me as I punch in the number of the floor I'm going to.Stepping int
Mafia queen Chapter 2
Arianna RomanoFantastic! He prasied.Twenty heads or more turns to my direction or maybe to glare at my phone immediately the sound left it while I hesitantly pause the Candy crush game to look at the men in the meeting room.Oh fuck! I never knew it'd be that loud.The room grew silent as every one waits patiently for what'd happen. Like anyone would dare scold me."Go on." I order with a bored tone turning off my phone before placing my feet on the table."As I was saying before the childish interruption..Salvatore continues speaking, staring daggers into my head when he saw me wriggle my toes at him.Wait! Did he just call me childish? I'm definitely not going to hear the end of this from Dad when we finally get home."As the vipers and the most deadliest Mafia in the whole of America, we have to be strong! To never let out guard down. To stay strong! To avoid any distraction......" I internally groan. I've been hearingall this since I was a kid that I can recite everything he'
Mafia queen Chapter 3
Matteo RodriguezMost people think of murder in the same way that the killing is deliberate and premeditated.Some people say murder is the unlawful killing of another human without justification or valid excuse, especially the unlawful killing of another human with malice forethought.But to me, when I hear of a murder, what immediately comes into my mind is, 'What fueled this person to kill someone?'I do not immediately judge them. I first try to gather more facts and read up on details and try to build a profile for the murderer. I then try to see if they have any psychiatric history, or a traumatic past. It is not my place to judge someone, when every one of us in society are criminals for enforcing a society that pushes people to crimes like murder or even rape because no normal person can act like that.The reason most of us think murder is a bad thing is because we have various values where murder is considered the worst.But there are situations in life where people can get s
Mafia queen Chapter 4
Arianna RomanoI shift in the bed when I felt an arm drape around my waist under the covers. The covers was covering all the necessary places since I was naked underneath. The owner of the arm let its fingers roam around my curves and I bit my lips in pleasure."Why aren't you asleep baby?" Salvatore asks pulling me to his chest before resting his chin on my head while he tangles our legs beneath the covers.My back was pressed to his chest making my ass be on his lower abdomen. I stifle a giggle when he continues to shift away from my ass and at the same time have me close to him."Nothing. You know my sleeping difficulties." I respond playing with his fingers.Ever since I had my first kill-more like forced to kill-when I was 8 years old, I couldn't get any sleep without any nightmare for days. My mother thought it would nd after weeks but it continued on-days turned into weeks, weeks into months, months into years-to the extent where I barely get a wink of sleep without having any
Mafia queen Chapter 5
Matteo Rodriguez I pull the baseball cap over my head to cover my face well as I walk into the Wailea princess hotel which was wonderfully scented with plumeria.I blended in well with the crowd, with my cap over my thick and rusty hair, rumpled suit trousers and a vintage shirt. Not many people spared me a glance but I know that if I was in my 'Detective Mateo' clothes, everyone would definitely notice me.This is the only place I know I can be safe in at the moment. I couldn't sleep well last night because I slept on a couch in my old neighbor's house. Yeah you got that right. A rather-fucking- uncomfortable couch.Chief's had cops patrolling over my house few hours after I left the station that I didn't have enough time to pack few things away from my apartment. Picking up my wallet and few guns, I gave Eve to my neighbor to take care of her for the main time till I get everything sorted out.Who knew buying a penthouse in a five star hotel for your best friend as a surprise birth
Mafia queen Chapter 6
Matteo Rodriguez I KNOW THINGS I don't want to know. Things that doesn't faze me anymore since I was six. Things that doesn't even scare me after it happened right in front of me. Things about different killers that I really don't want to know. A true psychopathic killer is not your ordinary garden-variety murderer. Not like a random guy who unloads his gun into a scared hapless liquor store clerk. Not like an insecure wife who murders her husband in cold-blood over a real or imagined affair. Not like a jealous man who bursts into his boss's office and blows his little head off. Real psychopaths aren't motivated by love, fear or hatred. They don't feel those sorts of emotions. The only thing they face in that moment of their killing is just pure rage and vengeance. They don't feel anything at all. Trust me on that one. Dr. Harold , Dahmer, Wayne Gacy, Amardeep Sada, and other twisted-killers were detached and different, driven by different sexual pleasure and the thrill to kill
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