The World Through the Eyes of the top men of a Murder

SinMiguel didn’t know if he had made the right or wrong choice to always keep tabs on his boss. His nervous fingers tapped a steady rhythm on the steering wheel as his eyes shifted between the warehouse to the dashboard clock.

Did something happen? Not likely. It was David, after all. The devil himself wouldn’t have been able to stand much of a chance against the mafioso. Yet, Miguel didn’t feel right leaving the other on his own knowing he’d gone to go take care of business without telling anyone else.

Thirty minutes feel like an eternity as minutes continue moving along in silence. The brunette adjusted the glasses on his face, a nervous habit as he strained his ears to listen through the static dark silence. The silence was supposed to be soothing. Wherever David was involved though… silence was a strong indication that death was taking place somewhere in the near vicinity. One didn’t need to spend more than two minutes around the dark mafia king to realize this. Death followed the