The Mafia on 6th Street
(Excerpt) The base of my skull semi-shattered against the bricks, pounding relentlessly. "W-what do you want from me?!" I wailed loudly, pleading for someone to find my almost-beaten ass. Who was I kidding? I wasn't some damsel in distress. His lips curled into a sadistic uplift "Didn't I tell you to shut the hell...