His Mafia Protector

“So, what are you? A royal guard? Some security? CBI? CIA? FBI? Another three-letter word?”

She took in her profile once more in the mirror and then turned to face me. She smirked, her red colored lips striking in contrast to her skin tone.

“I am the mafia.”

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Derek 'DJ' Jordan wasn't anybody special.

He was just a high school student, who was good in academics, but not so good at sports; had many friends, but no girlfriend. He basically wanted to follow in his father's footsteps and become a renowned lawyer. He had hopes, dreams, and aspirations, and all of them went away in the blink of an eye on that fateful night of March 22nd.

Kate 'Alohomora' Greenwood wasn't a typical girl. She was just a world-feared assassin but had a special place in her heart for cute puppies; she was wonderful at shooting people with her various guns, but not so much at making friends. She basically wanted to follow in her mother's footsteps and become the next Mafia lord of the Phantasm mafia. She was set on the right track, but before she could be named the leader, she was given a simple task, on the night of March 22nd.

Who knew one night could change so many things...