Chaptef 30: Mafia Boss' Scar

It was like a child playing in the sandbox in Central Park. He was with his toy dinosaurs and lego blocks. He was contented for a while not until some other kids arrived and stole his toys.

"It was nothing," he said, but Blanche can hear the crack in his voice. 

Blanche closed the door behind her and the bag of croquettes they bought down on his coffee table. 

She watched as he entered his room and the door parallel to his, it was painted with a cream color. It was done just only a few days ago, the fresh paint still lingered on her nostrils taking the sight of the smooth painted door. 

The contract was nowhere to be found. 

The door was cold, it was like no one has ever touched it from all the days she's been gone. It was like the contract never existed.

The door in his room opened ,he turned around and saw Ace holding a s