The Little Mafia Boss

CHAPTER 1: ONE NIGHT'S MISTAKEThe music is banging through the four corners of the room, making the people go wild even more. They danced with every beat, jump with every kick of adrenaline as the alcohol and drugs are slowly reacting in their system. Everyone is getting drunk and intoxicated. Most of them are already making out, some of them are still trying to seduce someone to get their attention.While Israel, who went into the club after his mother’s funeral, was there sitting on one of the high stool chair while the bartender’s filling up his glass. He’s feeling a little tipsy yet he still continues drinking his martini.He just turned eighteen and it was his first ever alcohol he first tasted. And his first tipsy moment. And the first ever fucking bar he entered. Israel is a young entrepreneur who just started running his family’s business after both of his parents died. He had no choice. It was his father’s sweat and tears for starting the business his family has. And it was

CHAPTER 3: EYE TO EYEAmelia Solace Bernard, the point of view.Weekend came and Hugo has been talking about his visit to his grandparents' home for the last three days during the week. While I, on the other hand, is trying to figure out how to make him happy even if I had to tell him that we can't fulfill what he wants."Mommy, faster! I will show grandpa my toys and... and my new clothes!"It breaks my heart to see that Hugo has been denied by my parents. They are the only ones I have left that I can lean on, but they rejected me and chose to forget I existed. That's why five years ago, I decided to move out from the house and continue my life with Hugo in a small apartment in which I'm currently renting every end of the month. I had to apply for a full time job at Raphael's Pizzeria. They didn't had enough paycheck but at least it pays our everyday food and my bills."Baby, Hugo," I kneel down to catch his eyes. "Grandma and Grandpa has something to do today. We can't just disturb

CHAPTER 5: GUNSHOTS AND CHAOS Amelia Solace Bernard, the point of view. It feels so stupid to be hiding behind a trash bin. I had nowhere else to go. We have no back door, too. If I'd get back inside, I have to use the entrance door and he might see my face again. Were these SUVs' his bodyguards'? But that's, like, a lot of them. The shop is full of men in a suit and standing and surrounding him. People are looking at them weirdly as they looked like some bunch of gangsters that went suddenly craving for a pizza. I can see them through the glass windows. I wonder if he ordered a lot of pizzas? That would help us, employees, and Sir Raphael. I bent my back lower when I see them walking towards the door. I hear the door move open and footsteps walking through the parking lot. I peeked on the side to check if they're getting in, and they did. But I couldn't spot Hugo's father from the crowd or maybe he's already inside his fancy black car. "What the hell are you doing there?" I

CHAPTER 7: ANGIE THE BABYSITTER Ten minutes after the incident at the abandoned hotel... Angie Miller, the point of view. Amelia is missing; that's the only thing that popped-up in my mind the moment we heard the huge explosion from the address that Amelia went.  We've been searching for her even if the authorities had just told us that they'll contact us once they got traces of bodies inside.  "Please, Ma'am, you can't just enter the premises as we're still investigating the incident." Sir Raphael and I immediately went here to find Amelia. We found nothing but Sir Raphael's old Suzuki -- which is now a bit ragged. It has a bit of trace of scratches, too. And aside from that, pizzas and its pizza boxes scattered on the floor. Amelia must've been there. She should have stayed here even if she's injured or something. I can tell it by watching the scenes

CHAPTER 9: THEY MEET AGAINDoc Melissa wasn’t as bad as I thought (well, on contrary, she almost discriminated me for being a young mother). She helped me clean myself on the bathroom while I’m still unable to stand still. She offered me one of her best guestrooms and it had a soft and comfortable foam unlike the bed that me and Hugo used back in the apartment.Other than the kind gestures she did to me; she also lets me borrow an extra phone to use incase I want to contact one of my co-workers.Since her house has already installed a wireless internet connection in which I’m not really fond of, I tried to open the browser and type in the popular site which people uses to entertain themselves.It’s called FaceBook.It didn’t take me hours to sign up since I already have an account before but due to lesser time for me time with the existence of Hugo, I finally opened my account and the first thing that I saw is Anj’s name on the active list.I immediately clicked her name and chatted h