(As the author of this story, Let me start by telling you that, yes, this is a tale of a Mafia. I know you've probably come across 'Mafia books' before, but the character you're about to meet in these pages is unlike any you've encountered. I've crafted someone who breaks the mold of your imagination. Trust me, this Mafia Character is one you won't forget. )
Song for the chapter : PLAY WITH FIRE BY SAM TINNESZ & YACHT MONEY
Give this book the same love as you gave to "CAPTAIN JEON"
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"Two cappuccinos and blueberry cake, Your order will arrive in 2 minutes"
Anya wrote the order on the notepad and walked towards the counter before giving gentle smile to the regular customer of the Cafe.
The cafe was not too busy at the time, allowing the young waitress to take a short breather between customers. She began preparing the order, her actions familiar and almost instinctual from repetition.
After steaming the milk for the cappuccinos and slicing a generous portion of blueberry cake onto two plates, she arranged the order neatly on a tray. She took a deep breath and carried the tray to the table with a smile.
"Here's your cappuccinos and cake. I hope you enjoy." She set the order on their table, her cheerful voice cutting through the hum of the cafe.
The regulars thanked her, and resumed their conversation. With the order delivered, she glanced around the cafe. Another table signaled for her attention, and she swiftly went to serve them as well.
The next 30 minutes passed between orders, smiles and coffee mugs. Anya was busy but not overwhelmed, managing the flow of customers with practiced ease.
It was half past seven, her shift was 30 minutes late from its regular end time.
A little while later, the cafe was empty. Anya was cleaning the tables. The doorbell rang again, signaling another customer. She turned around and was stunned to see a man in a torn, blood-soaked shirt.
The man was young, no more that early thirties. He leaned heavily against the door frame, blood trickling from his nose.
He stepped into the cafe panting and ran to hide under a corner table.
"Ple.... Please help me... They will kill me. Please let me hide here... They won't spare me"
Anya was taken aback by the man's appearance and panicked voice. Her years of working in the cafe often made her deal with people in distress, but never this extreme amount. She slowly approached the man.
