Spyvsmafia Stories

"I want to see my child." Rain hammers the neon-soaked alley as Zarah's voice trembles, carrying the weight of four years of guilt. Ray doesn't flinch. His gun presses cold against her forehead - steady, unrelenting. "You abandoned her... You can't see my baby... She's only mine," he snarls, every word a blade. "I didn't... I didn't have a choice!" Zarah cries. "You had a choice," he snaps. "And you walked away. You left us both." "I thought... I thought I was protecting you! Protecting her! You don't understand-" "I understand enough!" Ray cuts her off, jaw tight, gaze piercing through the rain. "One wrong move, Zarah, and I won't just point the gun. I'll make sure you regret seeing her at all." Tears mix with the rain. "I... I just want one look. One second with her," she whispers. He hesitates for a fraction, gun still deadly close. "If you make a move, I will kill you - Zarah. Oh no, hope that's your real name," he spits. Four years of absence. One stolen childhood. Two hearts teetering on fire and ruin. Every second could be their last. Mafia hero. Spy heroine. Blood, lies, and a child caught in the middle. One choice could destroy them... or ignite a fire that consumes them all. -mafia / spy trope - second chance