Prince p.o.v.
When I was ten my mom got shot and died. Not buy some Mafia leader but by my father. When opposite dealers invade the place my dad told my mom to hide in the safe room but instead she ran out looking to leave the home. A guy grabbed her as he used her as his ticket to freedom. He said you will never shoot your poor wife you love her to much while everybody else crowded the guy their was no clean shot without killing mom. My father men shouted dirty which is code word for no clean shot. Boom or booy what ever sound a gun make my father shot mom and the guy, he never even cried one bit his eyes were dry. And ever since he has told me never fall in love it would just get in between of business. Then next ten years were just my father trying to replace my mother with some chick he pick I remember the one that can't even remember what her name was. All those years as much as my father refuse to admit he missed my mother a lot but he always had to be tough.
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The Mafia Love
RandomSince I was little I always wanted to take up my father's job. Watching him able to tell people what to do and kill them if they disobey. And the best part he was so stinking rich. I grew up thinking that love is stupid but I guess I was wrong
