Marcel was no stranger to danger, but the depths of his own emotions were far more treacherous.
As he prowled the streets, his feelings of guilt and loss seemed to follow him.
He kept his cool, never letting his enemies see the weight of his emotions.
But every night, as he returned home to an empty apartment, the ache of loneliness would come crashing down upon him.
No matter his success, no matter the power he wielded, Marcel felt powerless to comfort the ache in his heart.
All he had left were the memories of Aria and their lost child.
He would never be able to bring them back, and he knew that the only thing he could do was to keep moving forward, one step at a time.
Marcel would never forget the cost of his chosen path.
However, he also knew that he could not let his emotions control him.
He had to remain focused and strong, so that he could protect those he cared about and bring justice to those who had wronged him.
He was a leader, a survivor, and he would never give up.
Reaching an alleyway, Marcel abruptly paused.
He felt its presence before he saw it, a shadow lurking in the darkness.
He drew his gun, his finger on the trigger, as the figure stepped into the dim light.
His instinct was to fire, but he held back, his curiosity piqued by the undefined shape.
The figure spoke, a single word filled with power.
'Aria'
Marcel was startled to recognize his own voice.
He peered closer, realizing that the figure was in his image, a reflection of the man who he used to be.
In the center of its chest, a tiny infant nestled peacefully, oblivious to the chaos of the world.
At that moment, Marcel dropped his gun.
He dropped the image of the mafia boss and embraced his true identity - a poor, grieving father who was still trying to make amends for the innocent life that was taken from him.
He bowed his head, and for once, the darkness in his heart turned to light.
His inquisitive gaze narrowed as he neared, recognizing the person's face from his past.
Aria's eyes glistened with tears in the faint moonlight, the loneliness in her gaze familiar to Marcel.
Without a word, she plucked the small jade pendant that Marcel had given her long ago from her pocket.
She pressed it into his hands, her lips brushing against his with a soft kiss.
Marcel closed his eyes, the memories flooding back to him of the good times before his life had become consumed with violence and tragedy.
They embraced as the tears started to fall, in the knowledge that although their paths had diverged and they would never be together, they could still take solace in what they had shared.
The moment eventually passed, and Marcel watched Aria's figure blend into the shadows.
He pocketed the pendant, turning back down the street and continuing his watch.
He was a Mafia boss, but he too was vulnerable in the face of love and regret.
He would continue his vigil knowing that despite the darkness and danger, his heart still held room for the memory of Aria and their lost child.
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Marcel (uncompleted book 2 of we are the killers)
Mystery / ThrillerMarcel had been living a life of crime since he was a young man. He had seen the worst of the mafia world, and he had done his fair share of bad deeds. But it was all for the sake of his family. He had a wife, Aria, and a child, but tragedy struck...
