Sinister

Sinister

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In which a mafia leader takes an interest in a black girl. ♤ The young girl in front of me fixes her grey hood, making sure her face is out of sight. I sip on my now room temperature coffee, just looking at her. "So I heard you knew about the mafia around here." She barely whispers to me. I just look at her, tucking a strand of curly hair behind my ear. I let out a dry laugh. "Anybody can know about a mafia. Why do you worry?" I ask her. She looks slightly concerned. "Well someone in it has taken an... interest in me. And someone told me about how yo-" I raise my hand up, telling her to stop talking. I rub my hands against the dress I'm wearing, getting slightly cold. "You only need to do one thing." I tell her casually, sipping my now cold coffee. She looks at me confused. "What's that?" "Run." ♤
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[edited version of Doctor for the Mafia] Ila Archer was a doctor working at one of the best hospitals in New York. She loses her license and ability to practice due to, as punishment, taking full responsibility for the 'walking patient' incident. After a full month, Ila runs into the 'walking patient'. Knowing her situation caused by his actions, he offers a once in a lifetime opportunity. ----- "Look, you're a doctor-" He started. "Was." I corrected. "I was a doctor." "You can still be," he said, running his fingers through his dark hair. "Look, you can work for us, and I'll pay triple the amount you were earning at that lousy hospital." "Us?' I asked. Who was he? How exactly does he plan on paying me triple? He grabbed my wrist and pulled me inwards. My face inches away from his chest. With his free hand, he was gently tucking my hair behind my ear. His breath tickled my ear as he whispered two words that sent shivers down my back. "The Mafia."

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