Those two fishy men marched toward us hastily. It affirmed that they did not want to lose us. From their appearance, it was clear that they were not a part of those hoodlums. something played in my head. Did they belong to another group of the mafia? Thinking about that cowered me.

Dealing with those small criminals freaked me out, struggling hard to flee. What if those two were truly mafias? Could we run off this time? I did not regret my decision to interfere with the persecution Kevin was suffering. However, that incident might send me to get to know what mafias were like. I was convinced that it...