Farfalla
"Fúcking hell." He hisses applying pressure to his wound. I think he got the memo because he tells me what I want to hear "I'm apart of the Italian Mafia." I press the pistol harder. "I run the fùcking Mob." "Wow, how cliché." I look down at the watch on my wrist that doesn't exist and then lock eyes with him again. "...