Singing Mafia DNF

Chapter 5

Dream’s pov

After I left the theater, my sister and I drove back home, my mind still replaying the events of tonight. I was deep in thought, trying to process the sight of George, the man who wrote that letter, on stage. My heart was still pounding in my chest, and excitement coursed through my veins. I couldn’t shake the memories of him singing and how his performance had entranced me, his voice still ringing in my ears. "It’s really him," I said aloud to my sister, my words catching even myself off guard. "I still can’t believe it.”

(time skip)

The car came to a stop and I followed Drista into the compound the Deity Mafia called home, the lights were lit making it feel welcoming. as we walked through the halls, passing by the rooms of other members, I couldn’t shake the feeling of excitement and anticipation. The meeting room was in the middle, already seeing the others filing in. The meeting was soon upon to being, I sat at the table in my seat, as my father, the leader of the Mafia, began to speak.“Good evening, everyone.” my father began, his commanding presence drawing the attention of everyone in the room. "I've called you all here tonight because we have a significant matter to discuss." Everyone turned to look at him in expectation, waiting for him to continue. I leaned forward a bit, curious about what he would say. “We have a new target.” he continued, the word “target” filling the room with tension. A murmur of anticipation rippled through the group, and I leaned forward even more, my interest heightened. My father reached out and tapped a few buttons on the table, causing a picture to be projected onto a screen that took over the entire wall.