She waited for a response from him, waited to hear what he had to say. And every second that passed seemed even more torturous than the last, it felt as though her heart would explode anytime now, and then he spoke at last, his words did nothing to calm her.
“Smart girl”. He said.
It was only then that she raised her head to face him, and from this angle of projection, he appeared even more menacing. His eyes stared down at her like a predator would a prey, and she once again felt the urge to run, and her broken mind once again made her think the confines of his arms was the only safe place there was. She had to drag in a deep breath to calm herself and clear her mind.
“You’re a mafia...”, she said in disbelief. How she had managed to get herself involved in mafia business; she’d never
