The Mafia God (Crazy Mafia series Book 2)

Chapter 26

Albina Point of View

Never had I seen something like this before.

I had only seen them in movies and dramas but watching it in real life with my own eyes was such an ... enlightenment.

I only heard of stories about My Lord killing someone but now that I'm seeing it right with my own eyes, I feel so overwhelmed.

Walking to the unmoving body on the ground, I looked at the red liquid of blood gushing out from his broken skull. One look over My Lord and I can tell he is right now expecting me to do what I should.

So I sat beside the dead body and opened my bag to pull out the book I always keep with me.

"What are you doing?" I heard a very frustrated voice from behind. My Lord towered over me causing his over-lengthy shadow to fall on my puny figure. "Why are you sitting here?"

I just smiled at him and opened the book to do my job, "I'm doing my job, My Lord." He frowned at me for what I said but I think he is faking confusion so as to test me.

My Lord is testing me and my capabilities and is testing me if I get scared by his killing-spree manifestation or not.

"In the presence of God himself, I, Albina Rae White, ask the soul of the unknown person lying dead before me, to proceed towards the Lord and purify your corrupted soul by succumbing to the Almighty. The brave soul of the sinned body, allow the God to take away your sin and bless you with a new life with peace and integrity. You are lucky to loose your life in the hands of Almighty himself and for that you deserve to be one with the God. Go, go into the Lord's body and merge yourself with him. Find peace and clean up your sin and once you paid for your sins and rewarded for your merits, you shall be born into a new body again." I flailed my hands around the dead person to summon his soul.

For the Lord to kill him, he must've done something wrong but dying in the hands of My Lord washes away all the sin as such so all I need to do is summon the soul and direct it to My Lord so it can be transformed into good.

My Lord has a great power to change the bad to good. He is the personification of good.

He's the symbol of parenthood.

He's a great father to the children he created.

He is an emblem of kind and peace.

"I'm sorry to break your foolish bubble but do you think the soul is sitting here and waiting for your speech?" He asked me to which I nodded my head strongly in positive.

He sighed deeply and closed his eyes for a few seconds before tugging his gun back into his pants. After muttering something to himself -maybe some chants - and shaking his head for a few times, he looked deeply into my eyes.

That was when I remembered something.

Hey, I should be shy and blushing. Goodness, I totally forgot about it. Now, where should I start from?

Where did I left being shy a while ago?

We were talking about our views on love and then he went off to pick up the garbage again as he was shy himself to talk about love.

I even saw him going all red when I expressed how important he is to me.

"Tell me something, Cuckoo; are you not scared of seeing me killing a person." The question he asked me reminded me of the powerful and regal God who zoomed a bullet through the evil's head.

"Of course not. It was such a lovely sight." My Lord's face deepened with a scowl further more as I answered.

"What is wrong with you, girl. I seriously want to send you for a doping test and get some top doctors to work on you. You are sick." Aww, he must've been worried that I would get scared and that's why he wants me to get checked by the doctors.