The Mafia's Angel

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Xavier never imagined that a time like this would come. A time when he would beg for mercy, it had always been the other way around. Now Xavier stood alone in the midst of the Spanish Mafia Leader-Mateo and his men, begging for his sister’s life to be spared. “How do you feel when your loved one is taken from you?” Mateo asked, his Spanish accent prominent. There was no response from Xavier. "How do you feel?!” Mateo asked again more venomously. “Please, don’t do this” Xavier begged for the first time in his life, “Please, I would give you whatever you want” he said to Mateo who smirked back sadistically. “You cannot give me what I already have,” Mateo replied, his grip on Nessa’s hair tightened and Nessa cried out in pain. Xavier raised his both hands, surrendering to the Spanish Mafia, he threw his gun far from his reach as an act of surrender. “Please, kill me instead, Just let her go” he pleaded again, his once steady powerful voice was gone and his voice sounded to him like