MAFIA BLOOD🩸, ANGEL’S SIN💧

In the city of London, on Oakridge Street, Angel sat inside her modest home, staring down at the money she had earned from the previous day's hustling. With trembling hands, she began counting the money. Two hundred pounds. It was the most she had collected in a day, and Angel felt a flicker of hope. She added the £200 to what she had earned over the past four days. Her total came to £750. She held the money tightly against her chest. She still needed £29,250 more. £30,000. That was the amount standing between her mother and survival. “If you can’t raise £30,000 within three weeks, I’m afraid your mother might not make it.” The doctor’s words had haunted her for five days. Two weeks and two days remained to save the only parent she had left. Two weeks and two days to raise an amount of money she had never imagined she could hold in her hands. Angel closed her eyes briefly and swallowed the lump in her throat. She couldn’t afford to break down. Not yet. At just twenty years old, Angel had been forced to carry responsibilities far beyond her years. She was her parents only child. Their father had abandoned the family when their financial circumstances became too difficult, leaving Angel and her mother to fend for themselves. Now, with her mother’s life hanging in the balance, Angel refused to lose the only parent she had left. Angel had desperately searched for work, but a regular job wouldn’t help. She needed money immediately, and a monthly salary would come too late. So she searched for day-to-day or hourly work…anything that would pay her the same day. She hoped to work for a few hours and spend the rest of the day begging, giving her two ways to make money. But every opportunity slipped away. One job was reserved for men, while another required a university degree. Angel had neither. After countless rejections, she gave up searching and devoted herself entirely to begging. It was humiliating and exhausting, but her mother’s life was in her hands. She hurriedly returned to the place where she begged every day. She spread an old cloth across the pavement, lowered herself onto it, and began pleading with passersby for help. The busy market district around her was alive with noise. Cars crawled through the road, traders called out to customers. Gradually, one passerby after another began dropping a few bills into her bowl. Angel watched in quiet surprise as the small contributions slowly accumulated. A flicker of hope stirred within her, and for the first time that day, a genuine smile touched her lips. The steady stream of donations continued for a while. Minutes turned into hours, and before she realized it, the small pile of bills in her bowl had grown considerably. Then, without warning, a luxurious black car sped past her. A puddle of filthy water splashed across her face and clothes. Angel froze. Water trickled down her cheeks and dripped from the ends of her hair…her frustration finally boiled over. Slowly, she wiped the grime from her eyes. “Seriously?” Without thinking, she picked up a small stone and hurled it at the retreating car. The stone struck the vehicle. The black car screeched to a halt and slowly reversed. Angel’s heart skipped. The rear door opened, and a young man stepped out. He was strikingly handsome, tall, and muscular, with piercing blue eyes, sharply defined features, and an intimidating presence that seemed to silence everything around him. His eyes fell on the small dent the stone had left on the car. Then his eyes slowly found Angel. His expression darkened. He began walking toward her. Angel swallowed hard. Behind him, a heavily built man stepped out of the vehicle. He was dressed entirely in black, with a gun strapped across his shoulder. He moved toward Angel with obvious intent. But before he could reach her, his boss raised one hand. The man stopped immediately. “I’m sor—“ He raised a hand before she could finish, silencing her instantly. His eyes fell on the bowl of money. “People like you need to learn their place,” he said without the slightest trace of sympathy. She immediately dropped to her knees, desperately apologizing for what she had done, but all her pleas fell on deaf ears. He turned toward his henchman, leaned closer, and whispered something into his ear. The man immediately walked over to the bowl of money. Before Angel could understand what was happening, he grabbed the bills and began tearing them into pieces. “No!” Angel screamed, her eyes filling with tears. The man continued until every note had been shredded. She dared not resist. He was armed, and she knew better than to challenge him. All she could do was stand there helplessly, tears streaming down her face. “Now that should serve as a lesson,” his boss said coldly, heading toward his car without the slightest trace of sympathy. “Why did you do this?!” she screamed through her tears, her voice breaking. “How can you be this heartless?!…..Why?!” She desperately rushed toward the shredded pieces of money, dropping to her knees and frantically gathering them with trembling hands, as though somehow she could still save them. But it was too late. She watched helplessly as the car pulled away, disappearing into the distance. She remained on her knees, clutching the worthless pieces of paper against her chest as her body shook with uncontrollable sobs. For the second time she had allowed herself to hope. She had managed to raise a meaningful amount of money. She had been so proud of herself. Now it was all gone. She wiped her tears, forced herself back onto her feet, and walked home with a shattered heart. As she disappeared into the crowded streets, the image of the cold-eyed stranger remained etched in her mind. She hated him for what he had done and for the cruelty with which he had crushed the little hope she had left, unaware that what had just happened was only the beginning of her nightmare.