chapter 84

As Amari sat at the dimly lit bar, surrounded by the chatter of her friends and the clinking of glasses, she couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia wash over her. It had been years since she had last been in this bar, but the memories came flooding back with startling clarity.

She remembered the late nights spent here, laughing and joking with her friends, the music blaring, and the drinks flowing freely. It had been a different time back then, a time before she had become entangled in the dark world of organized crime, a time when life seemed simpler and full of promise.

But as she took another sip of her drink, the bitter taste of regret lingered on her tongue. She had chosen this path and had decided to leave behind her old life and embrace the dangerous world of the mafia. And now, as she sat in this bar surrounded by familiar faces, she couldn't help but wonder if she had made the right choice.

Her friends chatted animatedly around her, their voices rising and falling in a c