Historias de Dazaixmaleoc

A depressed mortician who has a dead best friend, no will to live the lowest self-esteem you'll ever see, and intense anger issues, and a bunch of guys who for some reason love him. • A/N: this is written like a diary and won't make sense for a while but I promise it'll make sense at the end (maybe) A/N 2: thank you for all your support on this book • Tw: Gore Cursing Death Suicide And much more

A call from the phone is too striking, but visting the same Cafè almost every day is alright? The Mafia is realy a weird organization. During daylight it was a nice place to meet with friends or have a small break from work. In the evening, nobody would dare to come close to the small Cafè. The reason? It can't be any closer to the Mafia then this. It was the closest house to the sea and also the closest to the port Mafia. The owner of this shop was a couple in their late 40's with their son. It never mattert to the family that thei had to close the shop when the sunlight was faiding, because then the Mafia took action. No, that was normal for them and they still managed to be very happy with it.