ANGELO
Fear is for lesser men.
I am Angelo Romano, and I fear nothing and no one.
All of us are dying.
If death comes for me, I'll die gracefully.
Until then, I'll keep delivering it to those that dare to disobey me.
The reaper thanks me personally in my nightmares.
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"I'm not sure what you're asking me."
I did, of course, I did.
People didn't come to me unless they were in serious trouble, and my time had a price.
The woman before me took a deep breath, her babbling ceasing at my words.
She must be in her late forties. Her hair is scraped into a messy ponytail, her eyes bloodshot and raw.
This woman was in purgatory.
"I need your help, Angelo Romano."
Women were my weakness.
I couldn't stand brutes who attacked women, and there were many of them.
The woman twists her fingers together, her breath coming out in ragged gasps as fresh tears fill the bloody tracks in her eyes.
"It's my daughter."
Women and children.
"She's seventeen."
I exhaled, leaning forward to hand her a box of tissues. I needed more; I was running out.
"What's happening to your daughter?" I asked gently, trying not to crack my knuckles.
It's a shitty habit.
"She's become a...prostitute."
The woman's sobs were deafening.
"By choice?" I observed her reaction. It could well be that this girl thought that was the only way she could earn money.
If this were something she'd chosen to do for a career path, I wouldn't be of any use.
"No!" The woman bared her teeth at me like a rabid animal, the disgust in her eyes scorching the air between us. "He got her into it! He won't let her go!"
"He?"
"Fabio Torella," the woman spat out the name, but I didn't need the surname.
Fabio Torella was becoming a problem.
"What's your name?"
"Ms. Lowe. Sarah."
"You need to calm down, Ms. Lowe."
"Please, Mr. Romano. I don't have much—"
Ms. Lowe pulled handfuls of notes from her purse, wiping her tears as she pushed them toward me.
There must be seventy bucks.
"Ms. Lowe, if Mr. Torella has taken your daughter against her will, you don't need to pay me."
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