We Work Together

We Work Together

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I looked up to my father, wondering if he wanted to answer the question I had asked him. "Dad we can skip that question." "Yes let's do that." I pulled my notebook back open. "What's a quote you base on your life?" He smiled, I knew who the quote would be from, "An individual has not started living until he can rise above the narrow confines of his individualistic concerns to the broader concerns of all humanity" I smiled up at him. My mother had always said that to me. Martin was family to me. And to my dad, he was like a brother. You could ask my father something about Martin, and he could answer before you finished. "Martin, right?" He laughed and nodded his head. He grabbed his car keys and got up from the chair. "We all work together right?" I got up and my dad patted me on the back. This would be the time of my life.
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"I kill for living" I said seriously expecting the beauty before me to back away in fear. I leaned close towards her and brought my face just inches away from her beautiful pinkish face. "Kill? Kill what?" She frowned. I internally hit my forehead at the raising annoyance. She didn't back away from the closeness, in fact she did not observe it at all. She was too much into the conversation. "Of course I Kill people. I'm not into poultry to raise and kill chicken." I scoffed and leaned in closer to intimidate her. I was expecting her to shriek, cry, yell and run away far from me but What I got in response was what exactly you expect from the beauty. The unexpected answer. "So you clean too. Nice." She told herself with a smile and a appreciative nod. "Goodness, What and why would I clean?" Furrowing my brows in confusion and utter disbelief, I shook my head to compose myself. "You said you kill people. You kill bad people to do welfare to the Earth so you are cleaning away dirt right?" That did it. I, Demyan Lev Petrov, the most powerful, ruthless and dangerous king of Mafia, accept that I lost the argument to her. Zinnia Mae White, the most innocent and a mental girl I ever got lucky to meet. That crazy girl doesn't know whom to fear and whom not to. The day she entered my life was the day my happy, bloody, dangerous life, she turned it, crushed it and made me lose my sanity with everything she does and says. But Damn, I love that in her so much. I love her This mental, fickle minded, school teacher of mine! My Zinnia, My insane solace.

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