MAFIA IN DISGUISE

MAFIA IN DISGUISE

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As a Mafia it wasn't easy to be just part of being one of them. Everything might be very exciting and fun like as if you are just always playing with your playmates using a toy but NO ! Why Not? Being a Mafia, you must have to be aware, fearless, and also smart and better know your place. You must also can not just be in their troops or pack unless you are LOYAL to a one person that you are supposed to be on their side no matter what happen. WHATEVER YOU SEE, WHATEVER YOU HEAR, YOU MUST LEAVE IT HERE. AND/OR BETTER KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT... UNLESS... You are ready to serve your own SOUL to a person that you can't even dare to beat even once. But to Honestly... choosing to spare your life to live one more time is easy, In one condition... You really just have to be LOYAL and never dare to talk back and betray US once you have been officially became one of us. If you failed... YOU MUST PREPARE FOR THE CONSEQUENCES either you LIKE IT or NOT
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Pyro

Let me tell you my story, the one about how I died. Don't worry, though. I came back. They say when someone shares their story, they're sharing their burden. Seeking someone to help carry the weight that bends their shoulders, hoping their troubles will float away like helium balloons into the endless sky. Your silence becomes their sanctuary, a vacuum they fill with dust-covered memories. If you speak, do it gently - a nod, a smile, the ghost of a touch on their shoulder. But my story? It's different. It carved its path because trust becomes a luxury I could no longer afford. How could it not, when the one person who swore to never betray me did exactly that? The one who promised never to hurt me, broke me. The one who vowed to stay, walked away. So tell me, why trust anyone else when the person I trusted the most killed me in every way but physical? Until they managed that too. They say the most dangerous predators are the ones who look like prey. I learned this truth through split knuckles and shattered promises, through blood on my tongue and threats whispered against skin. Through playing weak while gathering my strength in darkness. Now I watch him, this self-proclaimed hunter in his own game. He doesn't see he's just another piece being moved across someone else's board. The mafia's golden prince, they whisper. If only they knew what lurks beneath that polished veneer. What dances behind those eyes that mirror the shadows I know so well. But shadows? They're born from fire. And somewhere out there, someone's striking matches, leaving black roses on cooling ashes, drawing closer with every corpse that falls. They call him Pyro. And when that name drops in a room. Well, let's just say I'm not the only one with secrets worth killing for. Some demons wear designer suits. Some victims wear crowns. And some fires are worth burning for. Welcome to the game. Trust no one. Not even me.

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