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Chapter 13

The thing with this issue, is that I didn't know that I had beef with someone on the island, I've only been here for a few months. 

My mind raced as I continued to work, marking things with prices that really weren't the amount Boss had dubbed. I couldn't stop thinking about this fucked up murder, they obviously know me somehow. Maybe it was a rival gang I pissed off, just enough their pride took them to someone's death. 

I bumped hard into one of the shelves in the back, sucking air through my teeth, I rubbed at my shoulder that was throbbing, reacting like I Wanted to kill my nerve cells. 

Putting away the pricing tool, I look out to the front and see an approach figure, from this angle it looked oddly familiar. Tilting my head I see that it's a female, but I couldn't place her features to a name or a place I might have seen her. Her black hair was stark against her pale face and white off-the-shoulder shirt, not to mention her bright amber eyes. 

"Hello, welcome to Junk Shop Heibon, how can I help you today ma'am?" I ask with my nice voice I preserve for customers. She looks at me in confusion, only to shake it off the next second, her gaze resting on Luna.

"I'm looking for a man by the name of Aoba, do you by chance know where he is, if you do know him?" She asks now looking at me for confirmation that she came to the right place to find who she was searching for. As I wondered, I noticed something, that unsettled me enough to lie to her. 

"I'm sorry ma'am, I don't believe that I know a man by Aoba, but I can ask around and give you a call by chance?" I say while giving her a pen and paper if she chose to take my bait. She nods, wrote down a name and number, and walked away without another word. Looking at the paper, she wrote down a hotel number, and a series of symbols that I couldn't make completely out.

 Shrugging, I call up Aoba on one of the burner cells we have, and tell him he had a visitor stop by the shop, and that he should come talk to me. He agreed and told me he'd get here when his 4 o'clock shift begins. 

With the small distraction of human communication gone, my mind went back to Tony. God how my blood began to boil again. 

A decent human being was killed for the sake of someone's psychotic plan, I couldn't even fathom killing a hard working man that was raising a child. A child who wouldn't know the love her father would've shown her, the compassion, the pure want for him to help her succeed in life, and to watch her grow up into the person that she is. All because of me being alive andbreathing, is causing a rift into someone's happiness.

With that running in my head, I begin to think about how I could possibly, all hypothetical, cut gang life out of my lifestyle.

I could stop my violent ways, I could get a boyfriend, settle down maybe, even start a family.

I stopped tinkering with my computer, and gently set down my tools, and stared off at a wall, making up a scenario of that slim possibility. I tried to stop the small flower of hope that swelled in my chest to too big of a size, that I didn't have room to pop it. I felt a nudge to my shoulder and see Luna looking up at me, maybe with concern, but I couldn't tell, mind was still swimming with humongous 'What If's?'. I smile at Luna, "I'm fine Lunes, I'm just over thinking things." I say while petting her between her ears and smoothing down her back fur.

I continue to pet her, until the door opens.