The Mafia and His Stalker

Zara Howard

It all happened so quickly, anyone could barely process how our living room turned into a gangster scene from a movie.

A drunkard gambler who borrowed too much money from the Mafia and had nothing to offer except for empty promises when it was pay up time.

Only difference was this time the drunkard was my stepfather, Chad Hudson and the Mafia was Asher Lancaster, the powerful mob boss, who brought with him 6-7 terrifying armed men.

My mother was tightly gripping onto my arm as she tried to drag me and my older sister, Scarlett farther away from them. My eyes, however, were fixated on the scene unfolding right in front of me.

My stepfather on his knees begging for more time, claiming that he would definitely pay up the next time, even though we all knew that even if he worked his ass off for a lifetime, he wouldn’t be able pay off his debt.

Asher had made himself comfortable on one of the chairs. He was wearing a white button-up shirt, making faint outlines of his