Chapter ThreeFour years later
Zonyai tossed and turned in bed, with his pillow over his head, trying to ignore the knocks at the door that threatened to pull him out of dream world. Calling it quits, he sat up in bed stretching and yawning, hearing his bones crack and adjust. He wiped the scum from the corners of his eyes, and rubbed the stump, where his left leg used to be. Every morning he woke up he expected his leg to be there and it was every morning that he was sadly disappointed. As depressing as it was sometimes he realized that it was what he deserved for f*****g around with a married woman, especially one that belong to a ruthless mobster like Franklin Trombone. Even now though, he wouldn’t take back the time he spent with Marbella in exchange for his leg. As far as he was conce
